"good."
"My parents use a lot of chili peppers when they cook. I don't know if you can handle it."
"It should be fine."
Zhou Mo felt that Han Chen was not as confident as before when it came to eating spicy food.
He was the one who had accompanied her to eat almost all the spicy malatang in Dongjiang, and made her admit defeat.
The two arrived home.
Zhou Mo took off his backpack, picked up his lunch box and went to the kitchen.
Han Chen followed her and leaned against the door, watching Zhou Mo open the lunch box bit by bit.
"The plates are down there, and the microwave is over here," Han Chen said, pointing.
Zhou Mo didn't follow his instructions. "Do you have rice and potatoes?"
Han Chen: "There is rice, but I don't know about potatoes."
Zhou Mo glared at him and asked, "Can't you open the refrigerator and take a look?"
Han Chen obediently opened the refrigerator and said, "I can't tell."
Zhou Mo turned sideways and took a quick look at the full refrigerator. She pushed him aside and looked through the contents of the refrigerator bit by bit. In the end, she actually took out two potatoes, "Isn't this here?"
"I didn't buy the vegetables," Han Chen continued to lean lazily against the door.
Seeing him in such a state, Zhou Mo became more and more angry. She stopped peeling potatoes and asked him, "Who is eating, you or me?"
The implication was that he was being urged to take action.
Han Chen's face was calm and his heart was not beating fast. His expression was calm as usual: "You cook and I eat."
Zhou Mo was so angry that smoke came out of his head and he rolled his eyes at him several times.
Han Chen had a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he was enjoying the show. "I'm too tired. I don't have the energy. Don't you like to do good things? Then be a good person to the end."
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