Ximen Qing's lips were swollen and red from the spiciness, his nostrils were flared, and he was panting heavily.
He glared angrily, clearly unwilling to back down, but powerless to do so.
Finally, Ximen Qing loosened his clenched fist and sighed.
"I...I lost..."
Li Huan produced the written agreement: "According to the bet, the two hundred taels of silver that haven't been paid for the boxed lunches will be tripled! You have to give me six hundred taels of silver!"
Ximen Qing gulped down several mouthfuls of beer and said unhappily, "Tomorrow...you come to my mansion...and collect the silver..."
Although this guy lost, he accepted the defeat and didn't cheat, which is better than Zhou Yu.
Ying Baijue asked curiously, "Why are the roasted chicken wings so spicy?"
Li Huan explained with a smile, "My roasted chicken wings are coated with chili oil from overseas during the roasting process!"
"Chili oil?" Ying Baijue and Xie Xida asked with great interest.
Chili peppers were not cultivated in China during the Northern Song Dynasty; they were not introduced until the Ming Dynasty.
Li Huan explained, "Chili peppers are a specialty of South America. When chili peppers are crushed and ground into powder, they can be made into chili oil, which has an incredibly spicy flavor!"
"The chili oil I use is made from 'ghost peppers,' which are only the seventh spicier of all chili varieties!"
The room was quiet, and everyone listened attentively.
Pan Jinlian hurriedly asked, "What kind of chili pepper is ranked number one?"
Li Huan replied, "The Death Pepper! It comes from the Carolina Reaper in the Americas, and is also called—the Carolina Death Pepper!"
Ying Baijue exclaimed in astonishment: "The Death Pepper! Even immortals would be killed by its spiciness, no wonder it's ranked number one!"
Xie Xida muttered, "Ka...Ka what? It's so hard to pronounce..."
Li Huan added, "The roasted chicken wings I made are extremely spicy, so they have a catchy and catchy name: Extra Spicy Chicken Wings!"
"Perverted?" Xie Xida asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Li Huan said, "Pervert, as the name suggests, is someone who changes the normal state."
Xie Xida nodded: "That day, Brother Ximen ate fifteen cloves of raw garlic and didn't even flinch! Today, Brother Ximen only ate one bite of a grilled chicken wing and was so spicy that he changed his normal expression. This insanely spicy chicken wing is really amazing!"
Li Huan asked Ximen Qing, "If you're interested, I'll treat you to the world's number one Death Chili Pepper!"
Instantly, Ximen Qing shuddered.
Actually, when Li Huan was grilling chicken wings, he didn't use pure natural chili oil, but chili oil essence!
To put it bluntly, this kind of seasoning is a combination of "technology and ruthless skill".
Its spiciness far surpasses that of the world's top-ranked "Ghost Pepper".
Even modern people cannot endure it, let alone the ancients.
Ximen Qing was too confident and wanted to show off and act like a hero in front of Pan Jinlian, which led to him losing money and getting a stomachache.
Tomorrow, when Ximen Qing goes to the outhouse, he will definitely experience that fiery and refreshing sensation.
Li Huan reminded him: "Master Ximen, enjoy your boxed lunch while it's hot. Eat more of the 'cold tomato salad' and 'oyster sauce king oyster mushrooms' to relieve the spiciness."
After saying this, Li Huan led Pan Jinlian out of the private room and away from the Lion Tower.
As she boarded the electric tricycle, Pan Jinlian let out a long sigh, filled with emotion.
"It turns out that I had already planned to win. I deliberately made a bet with Ximen Qing to lure him in and earn an extra four hundred taels of silver."
Li Huan turned the car key: "I'm not bragging, but in the entire Song Dynasty, no one could easily finish three insanely spicy chicken wings! Even if they did, they would be covered in blisters from the spiciness, vomiting constantly, and even suffering from gastrointestinal bleeding!"
Pan Jinlian gazed at Li Huan with eyes full of admiration and affection.
...
The next day at noon.
After selling the boxed meals, Li Huan drove his electric tricycle, carrying Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang, to Ximen Mansion.
Wu Dalang said enviously, "Master Ximen's mansion is so magnificent. When I have saved up enough money, I will buy one too."
Pan Jinlian scoffed, "You can't even afford a boxed lunch costing thirty taels of silver, how could you possibly buy a mansion?"
Wu Dalang chuckled and said, "I've earned 135 taels of silver in three days. How can I be stingy? Once I've earned 500 taels of silver, I'll definitely buy my wife a big house and a maid to serve her."
"Oh, and I also need to find a educated, gentle, and virtuous wife for my brother Wu Song..."
Li Huan got out of the car and patted Wu Dalang on the shoulder: "Stop thinking about making money, buying a house, and getting married. Hurry up and work harder to have a big, healthy son with your sister-in-law!"
Wu Dalang's smile vanished, replaced by an embarrassed expression.
Pan Jinlian blushed slightly and snorted, "If Wu Da is capable, I'll give him a bunch of fat sons!"
The implication is that Wu Dalang was incompetent in bed.
Li Huan understood. No wonder Pan Jinlian not only felt wronged but also always complained. It turned out that Wu Dalang couldn't make Pan Jinlian a real woman.
Such a loveless marriage simply cannot last in modern society.
It would be a miracle if Pan Jinlian didn't have extramarital affairs!
Suddenly, Dai'an walked out of the gate and waved to Li Huan.
"Why are you so late! My master is getting impatient! Hurry! Come inside!"
Li Huan immediately became alert.
Ximen Qing lost money in a bet last night, and also lost the chance to win over Pan Jinlian. He must be holding a grudge and is eager to take revenge.
Li Huan quickly lifted the car seat, took out the Qinggang Sword from the box, and then followed Dai An into the Ximen residence.
Upon arriving at the garden, they saw Ximen Qing lying on a rattan chair with a cool towel on his forehead.
Li Huan looked around, wary of any servants lying in ambush.
Ximen Qing slowly sat up, his face ashen, his lips purple, and his mental state extremely poor.
He said weakly, "These insanely spicy chicken wings have ruined my life! They've given me blisters in my mouth, diarrhea, and even prickling pain when I go to the toilet... Ugh..."
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