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The little girl is very sensible. After setting up the table and chairs, she hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe the table.
"It's okay, I'll clean it myself," Lo Ye took the tissue from the little girl's hand, and she gave him a big smile, which made Lo Ye smile back involuntarily, sweetly.
"Spicy hot pot is here!" The grandmother brought out a steaming bowl of spicy hot pot, with the little girl following behind, holding chili sauce and vinegar.
"Brother, you can add whatever you want!"
"Okay." He wasn't actually hungry. He watched as the grandfather and granddaughter finished their spicy hot pot and then sat down to play with a skipping rope.
A taxi stopped across the street, and a girl in a white tracksuit got out. The hood of her tracksuit almost covered her eyes, and she wore a white mask, making it difficult for anyone to recognize her.
She stood on the opposite side of the road, looking left and right at the passing vehicles. Her long hair swayed in the air, creating different curves with each movement, and the light cast on her hair formed layers of halos.
After making sure it was safe, she hugged her coat tightly and ran across to the other side, stopping in front of a small stall.
The voice was cool and clear. "Granny, one bowl of spicy hot pot, extra spicy, please." As she spoke, she confidently walked toward the small table.
Noticing that someone was already sitting there and there were no extra stools, she was about to say something when she heard a crisp voice from the young girl.
"Big sister, you can sit here," the little girl said as she placed the stool opposite Lo Ye.
He Shuning looked around and saw no extra tables or stools, so she simply sat down directly across from her.
Nodding at the man across from him, he took a seat and noticed the bowl of spicy hot pot in front of him was filled with clear broth. He couldn't help but marvel at this person who could eat clear broth hot pot—lacking both spice and heat, it was just hot.
Lo Ye lowered his head, yet he could still feel the gaze directed at his bowl. When he looked up, he found the other person hurriedly shifting their gaze to the elderly woman beside them.
"Your spicy hot pot is here, extra spicy and extra numbing. If it's not enough, you can add more yourself!" This is the proper way to enjoy spicy hot pot. Looking over at the clear broth bowl across the table, it was like two extremes.
"Sister, the chili and vinegar are on the table!" The little girl said sweetly, holding a napkin.
Lo Ye looked at the bowl of bright red spicy hot pot that appeared in his line of sight, his brows furrowing involuntarily as he could already feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.
The person across from him finally removed the mask that had covered most of their face, revealing a beautiful visage that frequently graced the screen.
It was her—He Shuning.
Even Lo Ye, who rarely watches television or pays attention to the entertainment industry, recognized her. She was a well-known actress. According to Tongtong, the online reviews about her were clear: yes, she was a strong performer who could handle dramatic roles exceptionally well.
Meeting her at this time and place was not entirely surprising, but he was not a fervent fan, just a stranger sharing a table for a meal.
She gathered her hair with one hand and skillfully stirred the chili sauce in the bowl with disposable chopsticks in the other hand, her eyes focused intently. It was as if a person who had been thirsty for days finally found water when she picked up a chopstick and put it in her mouth, her satisfied eyes forming crescent moons.
He Shuning felt completely satisfied, no longer paying any attention to how the person across from her would perceive her.
Lo Ye found that his appetite had diminished even further.
In the spicy hot pot, the old lady had added a generous amount of meatballs—round and varied, including vegetable balls, seafood fish balls, and even beef balls. He Shuning was enjoying herself immensely. However, she found it quite inconvenient to pick up the slippery meatballs with her chopsticks, which kept slipping away. Just as she managed to grasp one firmly and was about to bring it to her mouth, she watched in dismay as the meatball followed a parabolic arc and plopped directly into the clear broth bowl across from her, splattering soup onto the other person's hand.
For a moment, she was stunned, but quickly regained her composure and grabbed a napkin to apologize to the other person.
Obviously, the other party was also very surprised by this "sudden event," but also instinctively said "it's okay."
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