Han Chen: "Now that you have money, you are happy?"
Zhou Mo: "Of course. If you are not happy even though you have money, how can you be happy?"
Han Chen: "Aren't you afraid that I'll eat you out of money?"
Zhou Mo: "As long as you don't go to 'Zhu Lu Zhongyuan', you will never be poor."
Han Chen: "Then let's go to 'Jiao Ai'."
Zhou Mo: “…”
Han Chen looked at her reluctant and reluctant expression and couldn't help but want to laugh, "I'm not going to tease you anymore. Tell me, where do you want to go?"
Zhou Mo: "...How about we go eat spicy hot pot? I haven't had it in a long time."
Han Chen: "Or the one on Xiaole Street?"
Zhou Mo: "That one."
Han Chen: "I cried after eating because of the spicy food. Are you still thinking about that restaurant?"
Zhou Mo: "It was so spicy that I cried, that's why it left a lasting impression."
The biggest change in Zhou Mo's impression of Han Chen happened when Han Chen accompanied her to eat Malatang on Xiaole Street.
She likes spicy food, the spicier the better.
When I was in high school, it was also popular to open malatang restaurants in Dongjiang. Various kinds of malatang restaurants opened one after another, including Sichuan style, Northeastern style, those with sesame sauce, those without sesame sauce... there were too many.
Zhou Mo then made up his mind to try Malatang in all the restaurants in Dongjiang. Whenever he had time or a chance to go out, Malatang would be his first choice.
Han Chen was like a little follower following behind her. He didn't have many interests or hobbies. He would follow her wherever she went, depending entirely on Zhou Mo's mood.
Han Chen went to as many malatang restaurants as Zhou Mo did.
I thought Han Chen was spoiled and couldn't stand spicy food. When Zhou Mo ordered, he said contemptuously, "I'll give you a slightly spicy one."
Han Chen said, "No need, just the same as you."
Zhou Mo: "I eat spicy food."
Han Chen didn't even frown, "I can do it."
Zhou Mo thought to herself, Han Chen is quite unwilling to admit defeat. Since he asked for it, she would let him see how powerful he is.
After ordering the spicy dish, it was so hot and spicy that Zhou Mo slurped it up while his nose and sweat flowed.
Looking at Han Chen again, there was sweat on his forehead, but he didn't look like he couldn't bear it at all.
Han Chen's tolerance to spicy food was beyond her imagination.
In her impression, boys generally can't eat spicy food.
When the boys in their class talked about eating spicy hot pot, they could only tolerate medium spiciness at most.
Apart from sweating a little, Han Chen showed no expression of pain or discomfort.
Zhou Mo was afraid that he would show off his strength, so he advised: "If you can't eat it, tell me sooner, don't damage your health."
Han Chen: "No."
Zhou Mo didn't believe it: "Just pretend."
Han Chen: "I'm not pretending."
Zhou Mo still didn't believe it.
In the following few times, Han Chen would order whatever Zhou Mo ate.
Zhou Mo gradually believed that Han Chen was not lying.
Especially when she went to Xiaole Street to eat the spiciest malatang, Zhou Mo swore that she had never eaten such spicy malatang in her life.
That restaurant was so abnormal that they mixed chili powder and chili pepper into the spicy food. Zhou Mo couldn't stand it after two bites, but she still felt it was enjoyable. However, the more she ate, the more painful her tongue became. Her lips felt numb, spicy, swollen and painful, as if their lips were turning into sausages.
Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and tears came to her eyes.
Han Chen finished eating calmly. Apart from his lips being as red as if he had put on lip gloss and sweat pouring down his forehead, he didn't have any particular reaction.
Unlike Zhou Mo, who drank several bottles of AD calcium but still wanted to jump up and down and cry.
That time it was Han Chen's turn to laugh at her. He said, "Didn't you say you can handle spicy food?"
Zhou Mo was furious: "Not as good as you, okay?"
Han Chen: "I didn't say anything else. Just admit defeat."
Zhou Mo still hasn't forgotten that he gave him a fierce look at that time.
She couldn't stand him, not because he could eat spicy food better than her, but because of his smug look, which was so arrogant.
Since then, Zhou Mo got hurt from eating spicy food and developed acute gastroenteritis, with stomach pain for several days.
Even in the first few days of the illness, she couldn't even get out of bed. It was Liu Xiangru who took her to see a doctor in a taxi. After staying in the hospital for a few days, she gradually got better.
After being discharged from the hospital, Liu Xiangru explicitly forbade Zhou Mo to eat such spicy food again.
Zhou Mo also learned a lesson from his mistakes and no longer loved spicy food. Instead, he knew when to stop eating and was careful with his food when eating, only eating slightly spicy food.
Xiaole Street.
Han Chen found a parking space and parked the car.
Zhou Mo pushed the door and got out of the car, feeling extremely happy. "It's been a long time since I've been here."
Han Chen walked over and took her hand, "Let's go see if that store is still open."
Zhou Mo: "Yes, I saw that store when I ordered takeout."
Han Chen frowned: "Your college doesn't even have a cafeteria. Can you bear eating takeout every day?"
Zhou Mo: "There's no other way. It's an old campus, and it's a roadside school. It's good to have a few independent college buildings."
Han Chen: "Did your advisor tell you when she'll come to the First Hospital of Dongda University? Then you can follow her over and get a fingerprint meal card at the First Hospital, and then you can eat in the cafeteria."
Zhou Mo: "We have to wait until after the 11th."
Han Chen: "So long?"
Zhou Mo: "Not long."
Han Chen: "I think it's been a long time."
Zhou Mo smiled, "Do you really want me to go to the First Hospital?"
Han Chen: "What else?"
Zhou Mo took his arm and chuckled, "Let's go eat first."
The two went straight to the spicy hot pot restaurant that was engraved in their common memory.
Ten years have passed, and Xiaole Street has completely changed.
The streets that were dilapidated, narrow and had potholes on the road have now become a commercial pedestrian street paved with bluestone slabs, and the road surface is twice as wide as before.
The shops on both sides are no longer small workshops, but have become neat, clean and uniform storefronts.
Even the chef in the kebab shop wears gloves, a hat and a chef's mask, and there are many rules.
Han Chen jokingly said, "It seems that this has been checked by food inspectors many times."
Zhou Mo glanced at him gently: "You just can't stand seeing people."
Han Chen smiled but said nothing.
The two walked together to the Malatang restaurant next to the kebab restaurant.
There were quite a lot of people in the store. All six tables were occupied, and the owner even set up a few more tables outside.
Those tables mixed with the barbecue shop next door give it a night market feel.
Zhou Mo queued up to get his meal. Although the shop had not changed, the owner was no longer the same person.
The previous boss was a middle-aged man, but now he is a young girl.
Zhou Mo chatted with the girl for a few minutes while ordering. It turned out that the girl had bought this restaurant a few years ago.
The original boss thought it was too tiring and didn't want to do it anymore.
Zhou Mo became curious and asked, "How about you? Do you feel tired?"
The girl said, "It's tiring. Being self-employed is always tiring. But it's free. I don't want to go to work anymore. I'm not free."
Zhou Mo: "I understand."
Girl: "What flavor do you want? Spicy or spicy? How spicy? Mild or medium?"
Zhou Mo: "Spicy, slightly spicy. Both orders."
The girl wrote out the bill and gave them a number. "There are no seats inside, you can sit outside."
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