Hearing Lu Yu's words, the man nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "Satis—satisfying."
Because Lu Yu had forcefully poured a bowl of insanely spicy hot pot broth over him, the man's voice was extremely hoarse, but despite this hoarseness, one could clearly sense the fear in his heart.
"If it was satisfying, good. If you don't think it was enough, I can order you another pot!"
Lu Yu lightly tapped his fingers on the copper pot beside him and said to the man, his words still cold, making the man's whole body tense.
Upon hearing Lu Yu's words, the man's face turned pale, and sweat rolled down from his forehead. He looked at Lu Yu in a panic and hurriedly said, "No need, no need..."
A small pot of insanely spicy hot pot broth was enough to make him feel worse than dying. If he got another pot, it would definitely kill him with spiciness right here.
"Uh... Bro... Can I leave now?"
