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Chapter 257

Chapter 257

Car music blasting, sunshine pouring down, it felt like a spring getaway, if one for the gun in the front seat and prin clothes in the back.

Jason’s first stop was Lafield, where the biggest hot pot restaurant in the country was located. He ordered a lover fear wits extra spice.

“When you’re here, you gotta eat spicy food. Here, I’ll get you the number one special he sad making mee Quinn taken care of.

Before the food arrived, Quinlyn’s nose started to tickle, the air was filled with the smell of ceili

Once the giant pot arrived, bubbling with red oil.

Both of them swallowed hard, feeling nervous.

“Yes! This is going to be fun.” Jason grinned, grabbing his chopsticks and dunking food in pulling out balls for Quintym

“Eat this, kid!” Quinlyn didn’t refuse.

Ten minutes later.

Jason was screaming. “Aww, my mouth, it hurts!” He held his face, nearly rolling on the table, tears and not foving Wit drink gone, he rushed to steal Quinlyn’s drink, gulping it all down.

Meanwhile, Quinlyn felt fine, finishing her meat balls, still hungry, so she started cooking meat.

Jason’s tongue was on fire, nearly unable to speak, but he couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you from Chamiloria? You can handle the spice?”

Quinlyn shook her head. “Nope.”

“I don’t believe you. You really don’t look fazed, just sweating a bit, Jason argued, glancing at her.

Feeling innocent, Quinlyn offered a possible explanation. Tve eaten lots of weird stuff before, maybe my stomach’s tougher

now.”

dissected, her

what could you have possibly eaten?” Jason was curious, clutching

and began listing. “Little

Why did you eat those?” he interrupted.

her head. “When my grandpa died, I was sick, and no one was home,

puddle water when having a fever; she still remembered the taste of sand in her mouth.

few seconds, realizing she was serious. He hesitated but asked, “How did you survive after

of her small frame. “I got better

a good habit,” Jason said.

nodded,

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so once the recovered, she’d forage for wild veggies. People in

childhood, as life along the border was boring and mostly solitary. The city had so much

suddenly noticed a big pile

busy serving her, holding a slotted spoon and puffing on a cigarette.

if you get a

had no objections as long as

a lot felt spicy yet satisfying

just fine, but Jason couldn’t hold it and dashed to

saw Quinlyn in a heated

spilled my drink because of her!

loud, his parents watching with approving

calmly across, wiping a stain off her jacket. Thankfully, it was water–resistant, so

me first.” She turned

the boy wouldn’t let it go. He yanked her hat. “You can’t just walk away! My parents saw everything! Didn’t

relatives have vested interests. Without other evidence, their testimony is unreliable. We can check the

boy and his table

He yanked at her hat with all his strength, trying

back, ready to push him away when