Chapter 230 No, I can eat spicy food
Mu Nanyan raised the corners of her lips slightly, and a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes:
"Mr. Lu still likes to sit in the private room as before. Sorry, Mr. Lu, there are no private rooms here, and hot pot restaurants are all about the hustle and bustle. If you're not used to it..."
Before Mu Nanyan finished speaking, Lu Yiran sat on the stool without hesitation:
"I'm not uncomfortable with it. It's pretty good."
Lu Yiran was really afraid that Mu Nanyan would let him go again. He had finally gotten this opportunity, so how could he give it up easily?
Isn't it just eating out? Isn't it just a lot of people? Isn't it just hot pot? It's no big deal, he can tolerate it.
Cui Hao and Chenchen soon returned with plates laden with food. Cui Hao held a large tray piled high with various dishes, while Chenchen carefully held a small plate, hopping along behind him.
Chenchen excitedly rushed to Mu Nanyan and raised the plate like a treasure.
"Sister Yan, godfather brought a lot of dishes, all of which are your favorites."
Mu Nanyan's smile faltered slightly. She knew Cui Hao's feelings, but this thoughtfulness made her feel uncomfortable.
Her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the water glass, and she didn't know how to respond to this kindness.
Cui Hao keenly sensed her embarrassment and reached out to rub Chenchen's head:
"You heartless little thing, what do you mean by 'I got what your mommy likes to eat? Don't you like it?'"
Chenchen winked slyly: "Hey, that's for me and Mommy!"
Lu Yiran watched the scene silently, but his attention was always on the dishes that Cui Hao brought back.
Fresh shrimp, chicken feet, tripe, yellow throat, tiger skin chicken feet, beef...
It turned out that these were Mu Nanyan's preferences. He took note of them secretly, feeling a little sad.
After five years, his taste for her was so unfamiliar to him.
"The bottom of your pot."
The waiter's arrival broke the brief silence. The bright red soup simmered in the pot, chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns dancing in the heat, and a spicy aroma instantly filled the air.
Mu Nanyan and Cui Hao remained calm, obviously veterans of spicy food. Chenchen sat on a chair, shaking his calves excitedly, staring at the boiling red oil pan with sparkling eyes, looking eager to try.
Seeing this, Lu Yiran felt uncomfortable. Was he the only one who couldn't eat spicy food?
Cui Hao noticed Lu Yiran's strangeness, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he said to Lu Yiran:
"Mr. Lu wasn't here when we ordered the hot pot. I wonder if he can handle spicy food? If not, we can switch to a shabu-shabu hot pot."
Three gazes shot at him simultaneously, and Lu Yiran's back stiffened.
It was clearly well-intentioned, but coming from Cui Hao's mouth, it sounded like a provocation.
He picked up the teacup and sipped it gently, hiding the tightness in his throat: "No, I can handle spicy food."
Cui Hao didn't say anything after hearing him say that. Mu Nanyan remembered that when she was with Lu Yiran before, she didn't seem to have seen Lu Yiran eat spicy food. She asked uncertainly:
"Can you really handle spicy food?"
Lu Yiran certainly wouldn't slap himself in the face, so he just hummed lightly.
Mu Nanyan didn't ask any more questions. After all, they hadn't seen each other for five years. Maybe he could really eat now.
While picking up the dishes, Lu Yiran followed Chenchen to the seasoning area.
Looking at the dazzling array of chili sauces, he silently poured half a bowl of aged vinegar into the bowl...
He was afraid it would be too spicy soon and hoped this would neutralize the spiciness.
Seeing that Lu Yiran had made so many, Chenchen asked in surprise, "So you like to be jealous so much."
Lu Yiran: ...
When the pot boils, the real test begins.
Cui Hao skillfully shuffled the tripe, his movements moving up and down smoothly.
Mu Nanyan considerately peeled shrimps for Chenchen. Although Chenchen's face turned red from the spiciness, he still happily stuffed the boiled shrimp meat into his mouth and drank ice juice while eating.
Lu Yiran bit the bullet and picked up a piece of beef, put it into the pot and simmered it for a few seconds. When he took it out, it was already covered with red oil. He hesitated for a moment, and finally put it into his mouth.
“Cough cough cough——”
In an instant, a burning spiciness exploded from the tip of his tongue and rushed straight to his throat, choking him and causing him to cough violently, his eyes red.
He quickly grabbed the water cup and took a few sips, but it did not relieve the burning pain at all.
Cui Hao handed over a tissue, his concern mixed with a hint of amusement: "Mr. Lu, are you okay? What happened to you?"
"No...it's okay, I just choked accidentally."
"So that's how it is. I thought Mr. Lu was just feeling the spiciness."
Lu Yiran gritted his teeth, suppressed the discomfort, and swallowed it down, with beads of sweat already oozing from his forehead.
Chenchen blinked, then suddenly picked up a beef ball covered in chili peppers and put it into Lu Yiran's bowl with a smile:
"Uncle, this is super delicious! Try it!"
Seeing this, Mu Nanyan couldn't help but frowned: "Chenchen, stop making trouble."
Mu Nanyan has already seen that Lu Yiran can't eat spicy food at all. She doesn't know what Lu Yiran is doing. Why doesn't he say it if he clearly can't eat it?
It’s not shameful to not be able to eat spicy food.
Chenchen looked at Mu Nanyan innocently and said:
"I'm not making a fuss! This is really delicious. I just wanted to give it to my uncle. If he doesn't want to eat it, forget it..."
Chenchen was about to take the beef ball back, but was stopped by Lu Yiran.
"I want to eat it, leave it there."
It was the first time Chenchen picked up food for him, how could he not eat it? This was his son's love for him.
Upon hearing this, Chenchen took back his chopsticks without hesitation. He had not even thought about taking the beef ball back, and a smile of success appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Lu Yiran stared at the dazzling red beef ball in the bowl, his temples throbbing, and then glanced in the direction of Chenchen, just seeing his smug look, Lu Yiran realized that this little guy definitely did it on purpose!
Cui Hao chuckled softly, deliberately adding fuel to the fire: "Chenchen is really sensible. He even knows to pick up some food for uncle."
Lu Yiran took a deep breath, picked up the chopsticks, and slowly picked up the meatball under the three people's playful or inquiring gazes.
Then, he ate it without changing his expression.
Mu Nanyan was stunned.
Cui Hao's smile froze slightly.
Chenchen widened his eyes, seemingly not expecting that he would actually dare to eat it.
Lu Yiran slowly wiped the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "It tastes good."
In fact, Lu Yiran felt like he was not feeling well. He dipped the beef balls in his sauce and found that they were not as spicy as he had imagined. However, the taste of vinegar and spiciness spread in his mouth. Lu Yiran couldn't tell what the taste was, but he just felt it was very strange...
He felt that this was the most unpalatable dish he had ever eaten in his life, bar none...
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