"Your Little Rotating Hot Pot is pretty interesting." Before she knew it, Cynthia had eaten several plates of fatty beef. Heath had sliced it himself, and it was genuine beef, though it was also fairly expensive. After all, even in this world, beef prices tended to stay high. Still, Heath used honest ingredients, and his profit margins were not very high.
"Haha, the main thing is that it warms you up, and it gives everyone more options. If a big group likes eating together, we also offer traditional hot pot. If you prefer coming on your own, eating alone is a pretty good choice too." Heath smiled. Although Little Rotating Hot Pot had been slightly less competitive than ordinary hot pot in his previous life, in this world, it was still a very novel dining innovation.
Heath had previously seen people on forums and online communities on his phone saying they had social anxiety and felt panicked when socializing. Sometimes, however, they had no choice but to attend gatherings or social engagements, which distressed them greatly. Those with more severe cases were even reluctant to leave home, and Heath's Little Rotating Hot Pot could help ease this problem a little.
Of course, people with truly severe cases probably would not even step outside, and would likely rely on options like takeout for their meals. Still, Heath thought his Little Rotating Hot Pot probably had something of a market in Eterna City at this time. It was so cold lately that even Cynthia had put on winter clothes, making her look a little more petite.
However, as Cynthia ate, and with Heath's Food Truck being so warm, she soon took off her coat, revealing a long-sleeved sweater that flattered her figure even more.
"It's really cold outside today." Once Cynthia finished