Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 776 - 292: Heavenly Immortal Eats Hot Pot with Me (Part 2)

Chapter 776: Chapter 292: Heavenly Immortal Eats Hot Pot with Me (Part 2)

Liu Yifei felt much more relaxed at this moment.

This kind of rich person is quite interesting, completely different from the predatory sharks and wolves she had encountered around the world before.

In simple terms, he was somewhat like those coal bosses in the entertainment industry 20 or 30 years ago, with an emphasis on being down-to-earth.

"Are you full?" Liu Yifei asked proactively.

"Not yet," Sun Dasheng replied.

"Then let’s go to another place to eat," Liu Yifei suggested.

"Sure, where to?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"Can you handle spicy food?" Liu Yifei queried.

"Of course, we’re from the same province; asking me this seems a bit unnecessary," Sun Dasheng said with a laugh.

"Well, not necessarily! I remember a few celebrities from Jingzhou who don’t eat spicy food," Liu Yifei retorted.

"Alright, where to?" Sun Dasheng asked again.

"Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere delicious," Liu Yifei said as she got up.

Sun Dasheng snapped his fingers, settled the bill, and followed her out.

"You brought me here to eat this?" Sun Dasheng asked, looking at the Sichuan hotpot in front of him.

"Yes, otherwise? If you can’t handle spicy, it’s quite a punishment. Think it over, can you manage it?" Liu Yifei blinked at him.

How could a man not respond to such a question?

Manage it or not?

Take off the last two redundant words.

How could a man not manage it?

"Let’s go inside then," Liu Yifei said, wearing a mask and sunglasses. Post-pandemic, this attire was quite ordinary, seen everywhere, and no one would guess she was a celebrity.

They got a small private room.

A four-seater table for two people, plenty of space.

They ordered two soup bases, both red oil.

But one was mildly spicy, and the other was medium spicy.

Liu Yifei, worried he might have trouble, ordered him the mildly spicy one.

Sun Dasheng didn’t counter. Sichuan hotpot was intense; he could barely handle too spicy.

But he wondered how this vibrant woman could tolerate such spicy hotpot?

Wouldn’t eating such spicy hotpot give her diarrhea?

The thought of a fairy with diarrhea was too beautiful a picture for him to imagine.

"What are you smiling about?" Heavenly Immortal asked, puzzled.

"Was I smiling?" Sun Dasheng asked earnestly.

"Alright then, must be my mistake," Heavenly Immortal jested.

"The soup bases are here, be careful not to burn yourself," the server said as they brought in the two large soup bases.

Then brought in an assortment of side dishes they ordered.

"Do you need any condiments?" Liu Yifei stood up to ask.

"Thank you for your trouble," Sun Dasheng said, remaining seated.

A few minutes later.

Liu Yifei came with two prepared condiment dishes, "Here, yours doesn’t have cilantro, as I wasn’t sure if you’d like it."

"Thank you," Sun Dasheng took the dish.

By now, the broth in the pot was boiling.

They started adding ingredients.

Each had their own pot, so there was no need to worry about what the other couldn’t eat.

In no time, they were happily eating hotpot.

"Why does a girl like you love hotpot, especially such spicy hotpot? Aren’t you afraid of getting pimples?" Sun Dasheng asked, curious.

Before he got his new system, his body wasn’t modified, he didn’t dare eat very spicy food. Not because he couldn’t, but eating it easily gave him pimples, then his wife would complain.

So later on, I basically stopped eating hotpot, and even when dining together, if we’re having hotpot, I choose the yin-yang pot.

"Is it really that surprising?" Liu Yifei said as she dipped greens into the pot, "Because I eat spicy food and I don’t get pimples."

"Haha... An unexpected answer, but it makes sense." Sun Dasheng was amused by her.

"You’re quite unexpected." Liu Yifei suddenly said.

"Oh, in what way am I unexpected?" Sun Dasheng asked.

"You’re unexpected in every way. The first time I met you was at an entertainment company’s meeting, and with so many companies targeting you, you remained unfazed. At that time, I thought you were like those overbearing CEOs in novels."

"Oh, am I not?" Sun Dasheng retorted.

"No." Liu Yifei shook her head confidently.

"You’re not like those overbearing CEOs in books at all."

"How am I different?"

"You’re genuine; you give off a vibe like the nice big brother neighbor next door. Standing beside you, there’s no chilling aura, instead, there’s a warm air." Heavenly Immortal commented earnestly.

"Haha... Are you saying I’m a central heating system, always warming things up?" Sun Dasheng teased.

"That’s not what I meant." Heavenly Immortal hurriedly explained.

"Central heating isn’t exactly a compliment."

"It’s directly synonymous with being a player."

"That’s why she was quick to explain."

"Alright, I got it. I was just joking with you, look at you getting all flustered." Sun Dasheng took out a tissue to wipe the sweat off her forehead: "It’s not even hot, why are you sweating so much from eating hotpot? Is it because the moderately spicy broth is too hot?"

"Yeah, yeah... How did you know?" Liu Yifei looked pitiably at him.

"Haha... I spotted it earlier, wondering how long you could hold out. Didn’t expect you to handle it so well, staying silent despite the spice, no wonder you’ve remained a goddess in the entertainment industry for twenty years." After wiping her sweat, Sun Dasheng tossed the tissue into the trash can by his foot.

"Who knew their medium spicy would be so hot." Liu Yifei pouted, "Even spicier than the heavily spiced ones I’ve had at some Sichuan hotpot places before."

"Alright, drink more plum juice, it’ll help with the spice." Sun Dasheng poured her a glass of plum juice.

"Thank you." She took a big gulp of the plum juice, finally regaining composure and patting her chest: "That feels much better now."

"If you weren’t here, I’d be sticking my tongue out from the heat."

"If it’s too spicy, don’t eat from your pot anymore, eat from mine." Sun Dasheng gestured to his slightly spicy exclusive pot.

"You don’t mind me eating after you, right?" He joked again.

Liu Yifei smiled awkwardly, not saying a word.

But her actions showed she didn’t mind.

In the cold weather, after a steaming hotpot meal, one feels refreshed and invigorated.

The main reason being the hunger caused by skipping breakfast was finally eased.

After wrapping up the meal, they realized they’d eaten 3 pounds of beef and 5 pounds of lamb, plus plenty of other meats.

Of course, most of it ended up in Sun Dasheng’s stomach.

But the Heavenly Immortal across from him didn’t eat any less.

"What if you gain weight from eating so much?" Sun Dasheng asked.

Hearing this, Liu Yifei almost sprayed her plum juice: "Didn’t you notice I’m already chubbier?"

"Huh? Really?" Sun Dasheng scrutinized her closely and found her figure perfectly proportionate, neither fat nor thin.

Coupled with her angelic face, she’s truly a natural beauty.

Anyway, besides Nazha, he’s never seen someone prettier in reality.

Don’t be fooled by the dazzling beauties on Douyin, they’re creations of technology.

If you take away the technology, even with makeup allowed, the difference between them and celebs in real life is huge.

So much so that ordinary people who don’t follow stars can instantly tell which are internet celebrities and which are actual celebs.

"Where are you chubby?" After observing for a while, he couldn’t spot where she was supposedly chubbier.

"Haha... The standard is different for us celebs compared to ordinary people." Liu Yifei explained, "We often appear in front of audiences through cameras, on 16:9 big widescreens. If your figure is just right in reality, you’ll look quite plump on screen. If you’re incredibly thin in reality, on screen you’ll appear as having a standard celebrity figure."

"Oh, I get it, the camera elongates your figure." Sun Dasheng nodded thoughtfully, also inferring: "Then the vertical screen for those internet celebrities makes them appear slimmer than they actually are?"

"Right, you’re very perceptive." Heavenly Immortal gave him a thumbs up.

"You flatter me, you flatter me, where to next?" After settling the bill, Sun Dasheng asked Heavenly Immortal.