This shows that his choice was right and his previous patience was also right.
Going up to the third floor, Su Qiao ordered hot pot base and a number of dishes.
After a while, the pot and the dishes came up.
Cen Mohan looked at the small pot in front of him and instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Qiao blinked: "You looked like you were facing a great enemy just now. Did you think that we should eat from the same pot and let you accompany me to eat spicy food?"
Cen Mohan's face turned red: "I thought hot pot was spicy and oily."
He went abroad when he was very young, and he only remembered eating hotpot once when he was a child, which was spicy and oily.
"You're overthinking it. In many places, the pots are separate and everyone eats their own food. Some small restaurants also have double hot pots, one side is spicy and the other side is not spicy."
He is indeed a rich man who doesn’t even know what hotpot looks like.
"Ahem, that's pretty humane."
In order to avoid embarrassment, Cen Mohan quickly helped Su Qiao blanch the dishes.
"Just take care of yourself. I can take care of mine myself."
Su Qiao took over the task of blanching the dishes and skillfully picked up some of the harder-to-cook ones and poured them in first.
Cen Mohan watched her every move. He poured whatever she poured, and he didn't make any jokes.
*
On the other side, Wang Zhiyao returned home in a daze.
The whole family gathered around and began to ask about the results.
Wang Zhiyao sat on the sofa feeling depressed, holding his head, looking annoyed, and didn't want to talk at all.
"How was the conversation? Tell me."
"I asked you to record it. Where's your phone?"
Wang Lingxi stretched out her hand, wanting him to take out his cell phone.
Wang Zhiyao looked up at her, then lowered his head again in a depressed manner, not wanting to pay any attention to her at all.
"Didn't you record it?"
Wang Lingxi felt a little disgusted.
What a loser, he can't even do such a simple thing.
Mother Wang pulled her away and sat next to her son.
"What did she say? Is she still willing to be with you?"
"Have you tried to find out if the situation in her family is true?"
Wang Zhiyao suddenly felt that they were too noisy and annoying, so he stood up and yelled, "Mom, can you please stop asking? Can't you see that I'm almost annoyed to death now?"
Mother Wang didn't expect her son to yell at her for an outsider. She looked hurt and said, "My child, I am doing this for your own good. Otherwise, why would I worry so much?"
If it were in the past, Wang Zhiyao would have been touched, understanding and tolerant, but now, when his mind was full of Su Qiao's words like "my mother said, my father said", his mother was controlling him like this, asking about everything and making decisions for him, he felt particularly disgusted and irritated.
"I'm already this old, don't I have any right to freedom at all?"
"If I have to listen to you in everything, then should I still get married? Should I still live my life?"
"If you hadn't made those excessive requests that time, Xiao Qiao wouldn't have become like this, and she wouldn't have ignored me. We are still fine now."
Mother Wang felt extremely upset. She covered her chest, took two steps back, and fell on the sofa. She looked at the son she had raised with a hurt face.
Is this the son she is afraid of melting if she holds him in her mouth, or falling if she holds him in her hand
Just for a mere woman, treat her like this.
Father Wang quickly rubbed her back and comforted her.
Then he scolded with a stern face: "You little bastard, how can you say that about your mother?"
"How much has your mother sacrificed for you? Not only are you ungrateful, but you also blame her like this. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"