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."

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

Master Wang never touched such strange types of food. He wouldn't eat internal organs of any animals, not even

disliked it, but that he'd develop an allergic

responded, his voice was low and almost seductive, "1 don't want that. Just give me a bowl of the ordinary

with her huge and dark eyes, as if she'd just discovered his weakness. She

could tell that. He

had already looked away and was prepared to get

tables and stools by the stall were

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

neat lady. Hence, even though the setting was simple, it didn't feel dirty. He pulled a

to take a seat on the tiny stool. He felt as if there was no good way to position his

was the first time Ye Wangchuan put himself in such an uncomfortable

"It's here."

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

is yours, there's less

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