The three of them sat around the dining table with a steaming hotpot on the induction cooker.
They were greeted with a fragrance.
Chi Jiao had always thought that Quan Jue was an outstanding person, but she didn't expect his culinary skills to be so good.
The taste of the hotpot soup was excellent. Coupled with the fresh seafood ingredients, one couldn't stop eating.
Jiang Ming was enjoying himself even more.
However, although he was busy eating, it didn't stop him from quietly examining both of them.
He remembered very clearly that Quan Jue couldn't eat spicy food.
But now, the young man sitting opposite him was eating calmly except for drinking water frequently.
Chi Jiao and Quan Jue hadn't eaten together many times, and Quan Jue didn't show any signs of being picky in front of her. It seemed like he wasn't picky about food at all.
Therefore, Chi Jiao had no idea that he couldn't eat spicy food.
