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."

gestured back

types of food. He wouldn't eat internal organs of

but

headache setting in. When he responded, his voice was low

blinked a few times at him. She then looked at him with her huge and dark eyes, as if she'd just discovered his weakness. She asked casually, "You can't eat

no idea how she could tell

was prepared to

the stall were pocket-sized

was even lower than that. He felt as if it

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

and had long limbs, so it was a little awkward to take a seat on the tiny

in such an uncomfortable situation. He felt more

"It's here."

quickly with two bowls. The bowls were evidently piping hot

yours, there's less

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