Joseph stared at her suspiciously for a second.
Elianna innocently said, "What's the matter? Is the crayfish meat poisonous? Or are you just too scared to eat it?"
Joseph didn't want to beat around the bush with her, so he took a bite of the shrimp and immediately, he used the facial control he had developed over the past twenty-something years to avoid losing control from the spiciness.
Was she doing this on purpose?
He had specifically told her he couldn't handle spicy food.
Yet here she was, deliberately wrapping the lobster meat in chili oil and feeding it to him.
Joseph felt a burning sensation, and then his originally fair face turned red as if it had been congested.
Elianna, struggling to hold back her laughter, simply watched him quietly, her appetite forgotten.
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