This proved that he had made the right choice, and that his earlier patience had also been the right choice.
After they went up to the third floor, Su Qiao ordered the hotpot base and quite a few dishes.
It did not take long for the pot and dishes to arrive.
Cen Mohan looked at the small pot in front of him and instinctively let out a sigh of relief.
Su Qiao blinked. "You looked like you were facing a formidable enemy just now. Don't tell me you thought we were sharing one pot and that I was going to make you eat spicy food with me?"
Cen Mohan's face reddened slightly. "I thought hotpot was always spicy and loaded with oil."
He had gone abroad when he was very young. He only remembered eating hotpot once as a child, and it had been both spicy and extremely oily.
"You're overthinking it. In many places, the pots are separated, so everyone eats their own. Some smaller restaurants even have Mandarin Duck Hotpot, with one side spicy and the other side non-spicy."
As expected of a rich person—even hotpot was something he knew nothing about.
"Ahem. That's actually pretty considerate."
To avoid the awkwardness, Cen Mohan hurriedly helped Su Qiao blanch the food.
"Just take care of yourself. I can handle mine."
Su Qiao took over the task of blanching the food and expertly picked out some of the ingredients that took longer to cook, putting them in first.
Cen Mohan watched her every move. Whatever she put in, he followed suit, and he did not make any more embarrassing mistakes.
*
Meanwhile, Wang Zhiyao had already returned home, looking completely dejected.
The whole family gathered around him and began asking about the result.
Wang Zhiyao sat on the sofa under