"No need, you order whatever you like." He really didn't have much liking for hotpot.
When the hotpot was brought to the table, seeing that red spicy oil, Lin Mubai lost even more of his appetite, while the little woman across from him looked eager to dig in.
As they ate the hotpot, An Nan was the only one enthusiastically eating, and as she ate, she kept saying, "Wow, wow, wow, this is so enjoyable, it's been so long since I've eaten so freely."
Hearing this, Lin Mubai was displeased, did it mean the dishes he made weren't any good?
The resentment in Young Master Lin's heart was growing stronger, but the little woman across from him kept eating more happily, and it wasn't until An Nan was almost done eating that she noticed the man across from her hadn't really touched his chopsticks: "What's wrong, Little White? Don't you like it?"
Lin Mubai neither nodded nor shook his head, just said plainly, "I'm not very used to such an environment."
