The hotpot meal ended with everyone thoroughly satisfied.
Yu Xia, wearing disposable gloves, gnawed on plum-flavored ribs, snacked on some sweets, then dipped into the pot for something savory again. If it got too spicy, there was always a cup of tea handed over in time. Life was full of flavors, and love was all around, making Wei Yaoyao's eyes ache.
Yu Xia noticed him blinking uncomfortably and waved a rib, asking, "What's wrong? Did the spice get in your eyes? Let Xie Qingci blow on them for you."
Xie Qingci: "..."
Wei Yaoyao: "..."
After a moment, both fell silent again, leaving only the bubbling sounds of the pot and her gnawing on ribs.
Then Xie Qingci broke the silence, "Did the spice get in your eyes?"
Wei Yaoyao: "Not at all, my eyes are perfectly fine."
After saying that, both turned their heads to avoid each other's gaze, and an unspoken awkwardness spread.
Yu Xia finally finished her rib, stared at the two of them, and casually picked up a teacup for a sip.
