"Cough..."
A choking spicy aroma filled the air, and Bao Shaojin clenched one hand tightly, covering his mouth, coughing intermittently.
An Yin looked up blankly, staring straight at the man, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Responding briefly, Bao Shaojin glanced at the waiter nearby, "Bring a bottle of water."
"Sir, there's some on the table..." the waiter kindly reminded, but upon meeting the man's cold gaze, quickly realized he was probably a neat freak and didn't want the free water on the table, "I'll get a bottle right away, sir."
The waiter turned and left quickly.
"Are you thirsty?" An Yin asked weakly, looking at the man's firm face.
"Yes."
"Let's go make some dipping sauce then." An Yin stood up, her innocent eyes resting on him.
Shouldn't the waitstaff prepare this? Bao Shaojin pondered silently. But seeing the young girl already on her feet, he slowly stood up with his tall posture, "Lead the way."
