The two tables were adjacent, and the man was seated right behind the two girls, very close. A pot of boiling hotpot broth was hurled towards him, and at the same time, also splashed towards them.
They realized the danger as it struck, both utterly shocked, but everything happened too quickly, and they couldn't dodge in time.
Just then, sensing the danger ahead of time, Chen Xu grabbed a coat from beside him and, with a forceful swing, covered their heads with it, blocking the scalding soup that splashed their way.
"Ah—"
The man, drenched in the oily broth, cried out in pain, jumping up from his seat, his face a mix of terror and anger.
The hotpot restaurant was warm, and as they were eating hotpot, nobody wore too many clothes when they walked in. He was only wearing a shirt which was now soaked, and his face and neck visibly red from the burns.
