Chapter 2784 - 2793: She Made Her Own Mouth Water
Chapter 2784: Chapter 2793: She Made Her Own Mouth Water
"Spicy hot pot?"
"It’s the one we went to eat together last time, the one Enna and I loved eating when we were in school. They use skewers to pierce the food, one skewer is 7.5 cents each. Plus, order a portion of Hot and Sour Noodles, add in some duck blood~ that taste~ spicy and fragrant, one bite could make your tongue fall off... Also, the sprouts under the noodles, freshly cooked, are perfectly seasoned, each bite is hot and crunchy, super super super delicious." Olivia Lewis was just about drooling over her own words, her stomach growled right on cue, her eyes lit up as if they had their own light, she grabbed Adam Sinclair’s clothes and spoke in a soft tone, "Adam, can we go eat this? I really want it."
Whenever she wanted to eat something, when hadn’t he accompanied her? Especially when she’s being so rare like this, Adam looked down, his gaze happening upon Olivia’s hand holding his, his heart felt full, "Okay."
"Where is it, I’ll drive, you direct."
Where she likes eating these odd things surely wouldn’t be any places he knows. Most likely it’s in some small alley, he doesn’t know how she finds these places all the time.
She is a Star after all, isn’t she afraid of being recognized?
"Okay." Olivia’s mind was filled with thoughts of eating, she eagerly opened the car door and slipped into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, looking impatient.
Adam looked at her with helpless affection, followed her in by opening the car door, sat down, and started the car.
"I remember that spicy hot pot is really spicy, you can’t eat too spicy, later ask the boss to put less chili for you."
Olivia wasn’t pleased, "Come on. What’s spicy hot pot without chili?"
Adam glanced at her, correcting, "Not without chili, just a little less. Your menstruation is coming, eating spicy and cold things will make your stomach hurt. Also, aren’t you doing a Radio Station interview tomorrow? There’ll be reporters taking pictures then, right? Do you want them to take photos of you with a face full of acne?"
Olivia was hit at her weak spot, "..." What Star wants to be photographed looking bad, as if she’s not thinking straight.
Adam calmly continued, "Also, you have to attend the movie press conference the day after tomorrow. You love that movie so much, are you sure you want the news to be about whether your looks have collapsed?"
Gosh, he wasn’t forceful, but every word hit Olivia right where it hurts, leaving her no choice but to obey.
Olivia still wasn’t giving up, making a final struggle, "I don’t get acne every time I eat chili, only occasionally, occasionally I do."
Adam continued driving, speaking steadily, "I only remember last time you ate spicy hot pot, it was too spicy, and the next day you had acne."
"..." Damn!
He’s hitting her sore spot, that day she indeed ate too much and the next day her nose and mouth had several zits, reporters took pictures and then said she had undergone plastic surgery, the surgery’s side effects were showing, saying her face was falling apart and if she didn’t get it fixed soon, it’d be completely ruined. She was so mad, she crumpled the newspaper up and threw it at the boss.
She hasn’t had any plastic surgery!
But those reporters love nothing more than catching Stars and saying they’ve had plastic surgery.
Even if you drank too much water at night and were a bit swollen the next day, they’d say it was because you injected too much hyaluronic acid, making your face swollen.
Olivia thought about the press conference the day after tomorrow, gritted her teeth, and endured it, "Fine, I’ll ask the boss to put a little less chili."