Chapter 8: Spicy Hot Pot

Sitting on the back seat of the electric scooter, He Huanhuan excitedly let out a howl: "Spicy hot pot! Here I come, sis!"

The electric scooter zoomed off with a whoosh, and Han Mo was yanked backward by inertia.

The strong wind whistled past his ears. He struggled to sit upright and leaned over to He Huanhuan's ear to ask, "Are you speeding?"

But he heard He Huanhuan excitedly reply with a question, "Is there a speed limit for electric scooters?"

Can't you just ride it as you like?

...

He wanted to get off.

He Huanhuan's second personality was completely out of control, and her singing drifted in the wind: "Oh ho~ Ho ho~ Spicy hot pot~ So hot~"

Han Mo folded his arms across his chest, and his heart felt like it was being tossed up into the sky and then slammed back down to the ground.

He thought that maybe he could find other ways to kick Han Xuan out of the company.

Maybe he could take it one step at a time. It didn't seem that urgent...

After a wild ride, they arrived at a bustling residential area. He Huanhuan really couldn't understand why rich people would choose to live in such a remote place.

It was so inconvenient to go out.

If it were up to her, she'd definitely choose to live in a lively neighborhood.

You could go out and have a meal right away. How convenient!

She picked a popular roadside stall and took off her helmet, about to go in.

"You want to eat here?"

Han Mo glanced at the storefront and frowned so hard that he could have pinched He Huanhuan to death on the spot.

It was small, shabby, and the hygiene was questionable.

Could he just not go in?

"Then don't eat," said He Huanhuan.

The enticing smell wafted out from the store in waves. She didn't have the time to pay attention to him at all.

If she didn't eat soon, her saliva was really going to start spraying out!

She went in, grabbed a basket, and started piling it up with food. When she weighed it, it came to twenty - eight yuan.

All of He Huanhuan's current assets were twenty yuan transferred by Old Tang.

Plus the original body's savings: three yuan and fifty cents.

She wondered how the original "sister" had managed to live like that. All her assets combined were only three yuan and fifty cents.

Poorer than her!

It was okay for He Huanhuan not to have money since she was a minor, but the original "sister" was already twenty!

How could she be poorer than her?

It wasn't even enough for a meal of spicy hot pot!

She waved to the outside and shouted, "Aren't you treating me to dinner? Come in and pay the bill!"

She couldn't afford it herself.

Han Mo stepped into the spicy hot pot shop. With each step he took, the floor clung to his soles, making a "patter" sound as he moved.

It made him want to turn around and leave right away.

But he couldn't. He was already here.

Since he had chosen this path, he had to see it through.

He consoled himself that it was all for the sake of his career.

After he kicked Han Jie out of the company, after he took over the entire company, after he...

His long eyelashes drooped, covering his jet - black pupils and also hiding his thoughts.

It was all worth it. It was all worth it.

He grimaced and picked up a plastic basket, selected some vegetables that looked relatively fresh, and took them to the cashier to pay the bill together.

He Huanhuan asked him, "I thought you weren't going to eat?"

Even a fool could tell how disgusted he was.

He Huanhuan didn't like to play tricks on people. If he didn't like it, he could just wait outside for her to finish eating, right?

Han Mo forced a smile and said, "Suddenly want to give it a try."

The food in the street stall was served very quickly. Not long after paying the bill, their number was called.

A large plastic bowl was placed in front of him. Countless thoughts flashed through Han Mo's mind.

Was it made of PP material?

Could it withstand high temperatures?

Was it disinfected daily?

...

He expressionlessly picked up the bowl and followed He Huanhuan to a corner, sitting on a red plastic stool.

His high - end suit was a complete mismatch for this noisy and greasy little shop. His straight back and extremely cold face made the people in the shop keep turning to look at him.

Wearing a suit and eating spicy hot pot. What a pretentious guy!

He Huanhuan lowered her head and stuffed a big mouthful of food into her mouth. The rich sesame paste and thick chili oil instantly filled her mouth!

So delicious!

She took a big bite and satisfied her craving.

Only then did she have the time to notice Han Mo. Seeing his extremely stiff sitting posture, she couldn't help but persuade him, "Why don't you wait outside? I can finish your portion."

Han Mo shook his head and refused. "Eating at a roadside stall once in a while can also add some flavor to life."

He Huanhuan scoffed, "Don't you know that you're really ruining my appetite like this?"

A good dining companion was quite particular. It wasn't just about having good - looking looks.

You had to be able to enjoy the same kind of food and talk about it too.

Obviously, Han Mo didn't meet the necessary criteria for a good dining companion.

Looking at the bowl of spicy hot pot in front of him, he simply couldn't bring himself to eat it.

But today's meal wasn't just about eating for him. It was more of a job.

It was a very important job that needed to be taken seriously.

He took a deep breath, picked up his chopsticks as if going to his death, and stuffed a chopstick full of greens into his mouth.

The over - powering taste of the sauce instantly filled his entire mouth.

He Huanhuan looked at him expectantly and asked, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Of course, it wasn't delicious.

The inferior taste of the sesame paste and the cloying chili oil completely masked the original flavor of the food.

He glanced at the people carefully selecting their food in front of the food cabinet. With such strong - flavored sauce, everything would taste the same after being cooked.

Was there any point in choosing?

"Not bad. It's edible," he murmured, giving the most insincere answer.

He Huanhuan pouted. She knew he couldn't be her dining companion.

She reached her chopsticks into his bowl and scooped up all the vegetables in one go and stuffed them into her mouth.

Han Mo was completely stunned. "What are you doing?"

Why did she take the vegetables from his bowl, and they were the ones he had already started eating?

He Huanhuan waved her hand in disgust. "Go wait outside. It annoys me to see you sitting here."

It was really ruining her appetite!

For just that one chopstick of vegetables, if she didn't eat them for him, he could sit there all day.

After saying that, she ignored Han Mo and lowered her head to focus on eating her own bowl.

The plastic chopsticks were still in his hand. Han Mo stared at the plastic bowl in front of him for a long time.

In the end, he didn't say a word and silently got up and walked out of the door.

He didn't go far. He just stood there stiffly, enduring the gazes of passers - by.

He Huanhuan looked outside when she was halfway through eating. He was standing there motionless.

When she was almost finished, she looked out again. He still had his back straight, standing with his back to the door.

She gobbled up the remaining food in a few mouthfuls, wiped her mouth, and walked out. "I've finished eating. Let's go home."

She thought that this encounter had ended in a complete failure.

They could just go back to their own homes and find their own families.

She didn't want to play this game of two women vying for one man with Gu Chacha.

It was so low - class.

She was a new - era woman. She could play with men, but it would be too demeaning to fight with another woman over a man.

She put on her helmet and was about to ride home when she didn't expect Han Mo to say as he sat behind her, "Let's go to the 4S store."

"What for?"

"Aren't you carsick? Let's go buy a BYD."

"Huh?"

He Huanhuan was confused. They had already finished eating the spicy hot pot. Why was he still talking about buying a car?

She turned to look at Han Mo. "Are you still trying to date me?"

Han Mo nodded. "There's an engagement between the Han and Gu families. That's an unchangeable fact."

"Then just marry Gu Chacha! Weren't you two the ones originally arranged?"

He Huanhuan couldn't understand. Since they were the ones originally arranged, then they should get married.

Why drag her into this?

Was he just bored?

"You'll have to ask Uncle Gu about that. It was his arrangement," said Han Mo, reaching out to turn her head back. "Let's go. Let's go to the 4S store to buy a car. I'll drive you around from now on."

He refused to experience the thrill of riding an electric scooter again.