Xiao Rou was speaking, and tears were about to fall again. Zhou Chengchen quickly pulled out a tissue for her: "Don't cry, don't cry. If someone sees this, they'd think I'm bullying you. How unjust for me! I'm already treating you to dinner to apologize, right? How about I tell you a joke?"
Xiao Rou was naturally soft-tempered and wasn't truly angry. Hearing Zhou Chengchen's words, she immediately laughed but still felt a bit embarrassed, and gave Zhou Chengchen a playful glare.
They served the mini hotpot, and also ordered dishes that both of them liked.
Xiao Rou opened her mouth, "Having hotpot in such hot weather, are you asking for trouble?"
Zhou Chengchen shook his head while swishing the meat: "Ah, after being poisoned by the British Empire, this is the thing I most want to eat!"
