The food was oily and spicy, making it difficult for him to eat without discomfort.

However, he didn't want to disappoint Laura, so he made an effort to eat the food.

Beads of sweat formed on Forrest's forehead as the spiciness took its toll.

He gulped down two glasses of water to alleviate the burning sensation.

Laura glanced at him curiously and asked, “Can't you handle spicy food?"

"T can't."

"I had no idea..."

"It's not a problem," Forrest assured her.

"I'm willing to adjust for you."

Laura smiled and suggested, “You can eat more. If you get used to it, we can enjoy spicy meals together often."

With an affectionate smile, Forrest agreed, "Okay."

His voice grew hoarse as he spoke.

Unfazed, Laura continued to serve him food, pretending not to notice his discomfort.

"This dish is delicious too. Have some more."

Forrest would eat whatever she offered.

Feeling the heat intensify, he removed his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair.

His face was red now.

Sweat trickled down his forehead.

Laura, unfazed by his discomfort, continued to serve him, picking up the food for him.

After the meal, Forrest felt on the verge of passing out.