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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.”

her stomach

was curious, clutching his aching belly and

listing. “Little flowers, grass, mud, straw mats, paper.

Why did you eat

I was sick, and no one was home,

and drinking muddy puddle water when having a fever; she still remembered the taste of sand in her

was serious. He hesitated but asked,

her small frame. “I got better and

isn’t a good

She nodded, accepting her mistake.

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recovered, she’d forage for wild veggies. People in the village ignored her, so she ran around the hills, learning the terrain,

boring and mostly solitary. The

suddenly noticed a big pile of meat in her bowl.

holding a slotted spoon

can eat it, don’t waste it. But if you

objections as long as she was full.

felt spicy yet

but Jason couldn’t hold it and dashed to the

Quinlyn

crashed into me! I spilled my drink because of her! It’s

boy was small but loud, his parents watching with approving smiles from

stain off her jacket. Thankfully, it was water–resistant, so

ran into me first.” She turned to walk away,

go. He yanked her hat. “You can’t just walk away! My parents saw everything! Didn’t your parents teach you to apologize when

adults nearby and remarked, “Direct relatives have vested interests. Without other evidence, their testimony

his table looked

at her hat

to push him away when