The smoke in the air carried the thick scent of spices from the pot.

Qiao Nian spoke to the middle-aged woman for a while and then got him to find a table.

This was the peak hour as it was the end of the day for school students and working adults. The 30 tables filled up very quickly.

Fortunately, they managed to get a table in the corner.

Ye Wangchuan saw her place her cell phone on the table as a form of reservation before turning to ask him, "Do you want chili in your mala soup base?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ye Wangchuan stood out in the crowd because of his height and demeanor. He eyed the bowl the young man beside him was eating out of.

There was a layer of chili oil in the white bowl.

His throat felt scratchy before even eating anything.

Add less of that."

seemed rather excited about this and gestured back at him. "OK. How

capital knew that Master Wang never touched such strange types of food. He

disliked it, but that he'd develop an

in. When he responded, his voice was low

times at him. She then looked at him with her huge and dark eyes,

could tell that. He hadn't

suave girl had already looked away and was prepared to get the food. "No organs whatsoever and less chili, right? I

by the stall

was less than half a meter high and the plastic stool was even lower than that. He felt as if it was a child's

good thing, however, was that the boss was a clean and neat lady. Hence, even though the setting was simple, it didn't feel dirty. He pulled a

little awkward to take a seat on the tiny stool. He felt

first time Ye Wangchuan put himself in such an uncomfortable situation. He felt more pathetic

"It's here."

returned very quickly with two bowls. The bowls were evidently piping hot as steam lingered around

yours,

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