Qiu Qiu and I couldn't help but recall the time when we ate hot pot together in college. Back then, whenever we ordered hot pot, we would always order the 'Yuanyang Hot Pot' just for Qiu Qiu.
Qiu Qiu snorted lightly and said proudly, "But I don't need to order a shabu-shabu hotpot anymore. I can handle spicy food now. It's all because of you. Now I can't live without spicy food."
There was a hint of pride mixed with some complaints, which made me feel very innocent.
"I've never forced you to eat spicy food. It's you who always thinks my dishes are delicious and wants to try them."
Qiu Qiu touched his nose guiltily: "Who made you eat spicy food so deliciously every time? It makes me jealous just looking at you."
Yan Meng watched us chatting and laughing quietly from the side, with a smile on his face. He asked me curiously, "Do you like spicy food? Have you been like this since you were a child?"
I smiled and nodded, and couldn't help but recall every detail of my life in the Lan family.
Everyone in the Lan family can eat spicy food, and Lan's mother is a great cook. However, she has a habit of adding chili peppers. Even if it's a vegetarian dish, she'll throw two chili peppers in it.
Perhaps it’s because of our family environment since childhood, but when Qiu Qiu and I go out to eat, we usually order a few spicy dishes, otherwise it always feels like something is missing.
At this moment, Qiuqiu, who was eating heartily, suddenly stopped and took a look at the plate in Yan Meng's bowl. It was extremely clean.
Qiu Qiuhu asked suspiciously, "Boss Yan, why didn't you eat it? Did you think it was too spicy?"
I suddenly remembered that since the hot pot was served, Yan Meng seemed to have only taken a few bites of cold dishes and fruits, and did not pick up the meat and vegetables in the hot pot.
Could it be that Yan Meng can't handle spicy food? Then why did he insist on asking the waiter to order a full hot pot? Was he trying to please us?
I was about to ask the waiter to bring another small pot, but Yan Meng denied it: "No, I can eat spicy food, but I'm not very hungry today."
"I'm feeling hungry as I'm eating." Qiu Qiu casually put a few kelp seedlings into Yan Meng's bowl and actively recommended it to him, "Let me tell you, these kelp seedlings are especially delicious after being dipped in hot pot. It's something Shanshan always orders when she eats hot pot. You should try it."
Qiu Qiu recommended the dish so strongly that he even stared at Yan Meng, expecting him to give his evaluation after he finished eating.
Yan Meng hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the kelp seedlings and put them in his mouth.
Qiu Qiu couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
I saw Yan Meng's face turn red instantly, tears were about to come out, and she had no way of answering Qiu Qiu's words.
Looking at him, it's obvious that he can't eat spicy food, but he insists on trying to be tough here.
I quickly called the waiter and asked him to bring a bottle of milk, open it and hand it to Yan Meng.
Yan Meng didn't say anything, just took the milk and drank it all.
Qiu Qiu was stunned and apologized to Yan Meng guiltily: "I'm sorry, Director Yan, I didn't know you couldn't eat spicy food."
Qiu Qiu muttered softly, "If I had known earlier, I would have listened to Shanshan and ordered the yuwan jiaozi hot pot."
Yan Meng had recovered a little by now, but his face was still red. He said to comfort Qiu Qiu: "No, I think the kelp seedlings just now are quite delicious. It's quite stimulating to eat spicy food occasionally."
Hearing Yan Meng's words, Qiu Qiu, who had just been as frosted as an eggplant, instantly perked up again: "Yeah, I told you it was delicious!"
I asked the waiter to bring a small pot, but Yan Meng refused. He ate the vegetables in the spicy pot in small bites while drinking milk in big gulps. This meal seemed like torture to him.
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