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Wen completely ignored the little antics of the men around her; she had long since grown accustomed to them. Over the years, countless men had pursued her, employing all sorts of tricks, both subtle and overt. In her eyes, they were no different from a child who cries out when deprived of milk—immature, tedious, and quite bothersome.
Wen reached for a bottle of mineral water, but Zhou Zishuo was quicker, snatching it up before she could. He then grabbed an empty bowl and filled it with the water.
On the other side, Zong Jin looked puzzled. "Are we going to dip in hot oil?" he asked.
Zhou Zishuo casually replied, "My sister is on a diet; she needs to rinse her food when eating hot pot to maintain her figure."
He turned to Wen and said, "Honestly, you look great even if you gain a little weight. There's no need to keep maintaining your figure; feeling hungry can put you in a bad mood—it's just not worth it."
Wen reached for some food, but Zhou Zishuo once again beat her to it, selecting all the dishes she liked. It was as if he understood her preferences and habits better than she did herself.
Zong Jin silently observed Zhou Zishuo's series of actions and sensed something odd. More than that, he was learning how to treat Wen well.
"I'll take care of these things from now on," Zong Jin finally spoke up.
Zhou Zishuo chuckled. "You're the big boss; can you really be bothered with these little tasks? Let me handle it."
With that, Zhou Zishuo stood up and prepared a bowl of dipping sauce for Wen, tailored to her taste.
Wu Youyou, watching from the side, became curious. "Is that dipping sauce really that good? Can you make one for me too?"
Zhou Zishuo readily prepared another bowl for Wu Youyou. She took a small taste and praised it enthusiastically. "This flavor is amazing!"
Beside them, Zhou Ting explained, "This dipping sauce was originally created by my brother; my sister loves it."
As she spoke, pride was evident on her face. Zhou Zishuo seemed equally pleased; it was as if mentioning their brother Zhou Fengcun could prove that they were inseparable family with Wen.
For some reason, Zong Jin suddenly felt a competitive urge rising within him. He wanted to outdo the now-absent Zhou Fengcun—even if it was just over a bowl of dipping sauce, he didn’t want to lose.
He walked over to the small condiment station in the private room and diligently began experimenting with how to create an even tastier dipping sauce.
Tong Le and Zong Zeyu sat together, whispering about Zong Jin's back as they enjoyed the gossip behind his back—it was quite entertaining.
Tong Le nearly burst out laughing when Wen shot him a glare.
Wen stood up and walked over to Zong Jin's side, personally preparing a bowl for him.
"How childish," she remarked. "Getting into a competition over a bowl of dipping sauce."
Zong Jin looked at Wen earnestly. Whatever he thought in his heart came out in his words: "I just think you should try new flavors; maybe they'll be even better than what you've had before."
A flicker of surprise crossed Wen's eyes. If it weren't for Zong Jin's suggestion, she might not have realized that for all these years, whenever they had hot pot, it was always Zhou Zishuo who placed the prepared dipping sauce in front of her. She had never tried any other flavors despite the various recipes clearly labeled at the condiment station.
Not only had she closed off her heart, but she had also shut down her taste buds.
Wen took a deep breath and pointed at the bowl in Zong Jin's hand. "I'll have that bowl."
When Wen and Zong Jin returned to their seats, the dining table was lively. Zhou Zishuo prepared a dipping sauce for Wen, but she didn't take another bite. Zhou Zishuo silently watched the abandoned bowl of sauce, feeling turmoil within.
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