Maya Monroe chewed carefully, only to find the duck intestines in her mouth crispy and tender, with the spicy and numbing dipping sauce bursting with flavor—indescribably delicious.
Maya Monroe ate for a while, and seemed to remember that Ian Rowe was still beside her, so she casually said a few words to him: "Honey, come on, eat up! With so much food here, why aren't you eating? Just toss whatever you want into the pot, no need to hold back!"
Her bold spirit was soaring, and she seemed to forget about her surroundings.
Ian Rowe nodded, the pungent chili aroma rushing into his nostrils, making him feel quite uncomfortable. During this time, he had barely touched his chopsticks, just watched Maya Monroe eat.
Maya Monroe was almost conquered by this pot of hotpot. Her tongue was burning from the spiciness, and beads of sweat dripped down her fair cheeks. But she was enjoying her meal thoroughly—in her opinion, spiciness is what makes the flavor.
