Chapter 40: The Nobility that Bends to Accompany Her in Eating_1

The air was thick with the scent of fireworks and the spicy aroma of Hot Pot seasoning.

Nathalie Quinlan exchanged a few words with the middle-aged woman and then beckoned Amadeus Yancey to find a seat.

It was the peak hour for students to get off school and office workers to finish work, and more than thirty tables set up by the roadside were almost fully occupied.

Luckily, there was still a spot by the corner of the wall.

Amadeus Yancey watched as Nathalie Quinlan confidently made her way there, pressed her phone onto the table to reserve the spot, and then turned back to ask him, "Do you want chili in your spicy soup?"

Amadeus Yancey stood out among the crowd, like a crane among chickens; his bloodthirsty eyes glanced at the bowl of young people at the table next to them.

The white porcelain bowl had a layer of fiery red Chili Oil floating on top.

He hadn't even tasted it yet, but his throat and stomach were already starting to ache.

"...just a little," he said.