Soon the waiter brought two roast chickens, and it turned out that the handsome young man and the still somewhat handsome fat uncle each put one in front of themselves, and the others just watched.
Is this a whole chicken for one person? You have to know that apart from their boss who eats this all the time and can eat a whole chicken by himself, few people can eat a whole roasted chicken by themselves.
"here we go?"
"here we go!"
Both of them stopped talking and put on the disposable gloves in front of them.
Feng Xiaoyun pulled off a chicken leg and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
"Hiss~~" A tingling pain came from the tip of the tongue. After all, spiciness is not a taste, but a pain.
"What? Is it okay to surrender now?" Feng Jianguo was obviously much more experienced. Along with the roast chicken, two sliced lemons were served. He squeezed a few drops of juice on the chicken leg and then took a bite.
It was spicy, indeed very spicy, spicier than many things he usually ate, but not to the point of being unacceptable. Moreover, the chicken thighs had more meat, which was also the part that was least likely to absorb flavor. With the lemon juice dripped on it, Feng Jianguo quickly adapted to this level of spiciness.
I have to say that the waiter did not deceive us. The specially recommended spicy grilled chicken is really delicious if you can tolerate its spiciness.
Yes, this roast chicken cannot be described with other words to describe delicious food. Words like delicious, crispy and refreshing, and full of taste cannot describe this dish. There is only one word that can describe it.
"Great!" Feng Jianguo ate half of the chicken leg in one breath, laughed a few times, and then took two sips of the Eagle Tea provided by the store before shouting out this word.
Just a small bite, and the collar, which had been wet with sweat and then dried while dancing, became wet again.
Feng Xiaoyun had been secretly observing Feng Jianguo's actions, and followed his example by dripping lemon juice on the lemon juice, then taking a bigger bite without giving in.
I felt like my whole mouth was about to explode, and all my taste buds were chasing the sour and sweet taste of lemon juice. Only in this way could I slightly ignore the spicy feeling.
I quickly took a big sip of cold tea and swallowed the chicken in my mouth, and then I felt my stomach starting to get hot.
Yan Zi looked at the sweaty Feng Jianguo and the red-faced Feng Xiaoyun and asked Yun Xiangrong with some concern, "Are they both okay?"
"Don't worry, they know their limits. Don't be fooled by their appearance; they're actually quite enjoying it." Yun Xiangrong patted Yan Zi's hand. "In our family, except for Xiaoyue and me, the three men can all handle spicy food. You see, Feng Xiaoyun and you usually eat very ordinary food. He's just like his father, and he's trying to accommodate our tastes."
"And you don't know, when Feng Xiaoyun was little, his unreliable father actually secretly put chili oil on the pacifier, and the child still drank it without fail."
"Then what?" Yan Zi asked curiously.
"And then, of course, I gave your Uncle Feng a good beating and made him sleep in the study for half a month."
Then everyone laughed. After getting to know each other more, they realized that Feng Xiaoyun's parents were actually no different from ordinary people except that they had more money.
Especially when it comes to betraying his son, I guess many ordinary people can't compare to Feng Jianguo.
While they were chatting and laughing, the father and son ate a lot more, but judging from the situation, it was obvious that Feng Jianguo was ahead.
Not only did Feng Xiaoyun eat less, he also drank tea more frequently.
However, Feng Xiaoyun, with a red face and thick neck, has started to eat faster and faster. This is how eating spicy food is. Once you have eaten a lot, you can't stop. Once you stop, you will feel it is even spicier. So you have to keep eating and numb your mouth to temporarily feel less spicy.
"Come on, boy!" Feng Jianguo proudly waved the chicken wing in his hand. Only half a chicken body, a chicken neck and the chicken wing in his hand were left on his plate.
A few minutes later, Feng Jianguo jumped up first, picked up the cold tea and drank it in a few gulps. Then he gasped and said, "Haha, I still win. Come on, call daddy!"
"..." Feng Xiaoyun was speechless for a while, as if I didn't usually call you dad.
"Alright, alright." Yun Xiangrong handed each of them a bottle of yogurt that she had asked Yan Zi to buy. Then she smiled and said to Yan Zi, "See, I'm the only one in our family. How many children do I have to take care of?"
"Tell me, you win, what do you want me to do?" Feng Xiaoyun accepted the defeat and asked while biting the straw.
"Well, let me think about it. It's New Year's Day, so I won't make things difficult for you. You two can play with us tomorrow." Feng Jianguo made a harmless request.
"Okay, where do you live?" Feng Xiaoyun carefully inquired about where several people lived and found that it was not far from where he lived. They made an appointment to meet early tomorrow morning and then went back.
After all, we started with dancing and then the "spicy food eating competition for dad", and we were sweating over and over again. Now our clothes are sticking to our bodies.
Yan Zi didn't mind, and on the way back, he took Feng Xiaoyun's arm and said, "I didn't expect to meet my parents and Aunt Mei here."
"You thought it was just a coincidence, it must have been arranged by my dad. Before the New Year, I asked if I wanted to spend the New Year with them, and they told me to spend more time with you, but you ended up following me here."
In fact, Feng Xiaoyun also knew that this must have been arranged by her father. She asked her mother if they wanted to spend the New Year together, but her mother refused. After all, she and Yan Zi did not have a honeymoon after their marriage, and her mother did not want to disturb them.
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