The Steward was quick. In no time, he had a bucket of chili water and salt ready.
Ronan gazed at the bright red chili water and the stark white salt before him. A brilliant idea suddenly struck him. He reached over, picked up the full bowl of salt, and dumped it straight into the chili water. The sight made the onlookers all take an involuntary step back.
"Hmm, this looks much better!" Ronan put down the bowl and nodded in satisfaction.
'I'm such a genius, aren't I?'
The middle-aged man hanging in the air smelled the potent chili water wafting up from below, and a flicker of fear flashed deep in his eyes.
Ronan looked up at the middle-aged man, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Hey, fatty, take a look. This is a special chili-salt water I've developed just for you. Look at this beautiful red color, this intoxicating aroma. You'd better enjoy it in a little while."
As he spoke, Ronan even made a show of sniffing it. The look of pure bliss on his face left everyone speechless.
