One hot pot really did not take very long to prepare, and Heath soon brought the finished hot pot to the table. But watching his guests' expressions as they ate left him feeling a little helpless. Mr. Giovanni was looking at Heath with a teasing glint in his eyes, and Mr. Steven was doing the same. Only Miss Cynthia was enthusiastically absorbed in the delicious hot pot. Heath shook his head.
When he first saw Cynthia come in, he had almost thought his wish really was about to come true. Only afterward did he realize that Cynthia was simply very interested in how to make hot pot. She enthusiastically helped Heath prepare it from start to finish, and the restless feeling inside him gradually subsided as he quietly worked on the hot pot.
As everyone knew, one of life's three great delusions was "she likes me," and Heath had no intention of falling victim to it. This sort of thing needed to be approached gradually.
Heath had made a divided hot pot, with a spicy, numbing broth on one side and a clear broth on the other. Overall, the flavor was quite good, but the real key was the dipping sauces. Heath had prepared them according to Cynthia's, Giovanni's, and Steven's tastes, giving his guests' taste buds a thorough treat.
Making dipping sauces that guests liked was not actually easy. After all, making dipping sauces was different from cooking dishes. Heath could guarantee dishes so delicious that his guests would practically want to swallow their tongues, but with dipping sauces, he had to consider whether guests could enjoy that flavor when dipping different ingredients into them. That required a great deal of care.
Besides, when eating hot pot, broth would inevitably dilute the dipping sauces, so that had to be