"This is Ciba Chongqing Spicy Chicken. It's a kind of Chongqing Spicy Chicken, but I deliberately made it mild, so May can eat it too." Heath wiped his hands and smiled. Naturally, May could eat Ciba Chongqing Spicy Chicken. Taking a child's digestion into account, Heath had deliberately avoided making anything too spicy. This Ciba Chongqing Spicy Chicken was mildly spicy at most. In his previous life, most people could have eaten it unless they genuinely refused to touch even the slightest bit of chili. But at the thought of people who could not touch any chili at all, Heath's expression grew peculiar.
Heath had served plenty of customers in his previous life, and back then, he had discovered that some customers were truly bizarre-so bizarre that they defied understanding. Once, a young couple had come in for a meal. There was nothing unusual about that in itself. Couples were a very common type of customer, after all, and on occasions like Valentine's Day, some would even come and ask whether he had any special promotions. What had made that particular couple seem bizarre to Heath was something else.
Heath remembered it clearly. The couple had wanted to order dry-pot chicken, but almost all the sauces he made contained some chili. Even the mildly spicy ones had a tiny amount, so making it completely free of heat was impossible. The girl said she could not eat spicy food. Heath explained the situation to her, but she stubbornly insisted that she would not eat anything spicy-not even the tiniest bit of chili. The boy tried to reason with her, saying they could just eat something else, but the girl insisted on dry-pot chicken and would accept nothing else. Yet Heath's version contained chili, and she refused to have any, insisting that