Upon hearing Pan Jinlian's words, Ximen Qing became displeased.
He slammed his hand on the table, stood up straight, and said in a deep voice, "When it comes to eating spicy food, who can compare to me?"
Ying Baijue said with a grin, "Brother Ximen's ability to eat spicy food is certainly outstanding, but I'm not bad either!"
“I remember last time, I ate twenty cloves of raw garlic in one go, while Brother Ximen only ate fifteen.”
"Of course, Brother Ximen is kind and humble, so he must have deliberately let his younger brother have his way!"
Ying Baijue spoke very skillfully, ostensibly praising Ximen Qing while actually exaggerating his own abilities; he was very tactful.
Xie Xida hurriedly said, "That day, Brother Ximen ate fifteen cloves of raw garlic in a row, which was amazing and admirable!"
"However, when it comes to eating spicy food, who can beat me at eating six plates of ginger and mustard in a row?"
Li Huan burst out laughing.
Holy crap, ginger with mustard, this guy can actually eat it.
Pan Jinlian asked curiously, "Why are you three gentlemen competing to see who can eat the spiciest food?"
Ying Baijue winked at Ximen Qing and Xie Xida, his expression ambiguous.
Undoubtedly, the three of them were showing off their spicy food eating skills because of some brothel affair that could not be described in detail in public.
Pan Jinlian raised her eyebrows slightly: "This humble servant is very eager to witness the skills of Master Ximen."
Ximen Qing grinned, ignoring Li Huan's urge to leave, and pointed at the roasted chicken wings: "I'll try them first!"
Upon hearing this, Dai'an quickly picked up his chopsticks, took a roasted chicken wing from the lunchbox, and placed it on Ximen Qing's plate.
Three alluring young women who sang songs quickly sat down at the table and served drinks.
Ximen Qing stared at the bright red roasted chicken wings, sniffed them, and said, "Hmm, they really smell good."
"Wait!" Li Huan called out.
Ximen Qing was taken aback: "What is it?"
Li Huan asked, "I'd like to make a bet with you. Do you dare?"
Ximen Qing looked down at Li Huan arrogantly: "There is no bet in this world that I, Ximen Qing, dare not make. Tell me!"
Li Huan said, "There are six roasted chicken wings in total. If you can finish two, the remaining two hundred taels of silver for the boxed lunch will be waived!"
Pan Jinlian hurriedly asked, "What if Master Ximen can't finish two roasted chicken wings?"
Li Huan looked directly into Ximen Qing's eyes: "If you can't finish the two roasted chicken wings, the remaining two hundred taels of silver will be charged at three times the original price!"
"Hahaha..." Ximen Qing laughed loudly, "These little chicken wings, I can swallow them whole in one bite, let alone two, even six..."
"You're wrong!" Li Huan interrupted Ximen Qing. "Betting on eating chicken wings doesn't mean swallowing them! You have to chew the skin and meat of the chicken wings thoroughly and swallow them all!"
Ying Baijue said, "Brother Ximen, this guy is too arrogant. You don't need to say anything, I'll eat three chicken wings for you."
"No need for your trouble, my dear brother!" Ximen Qing shook his head in refusal, then grinned wickedly, "Since we're just having fun betting, why don't we increase the stakes?"
Li Huan asked, "What kind of bet?"
Ximen Qing stared at Pan Jinlian: "If I win, I want my wife to drink with me and spend the night together!"
Pan Jinlian felt a pang of panic and avoided Ximen Qing's burning gaze.
Li Huan said loudly, "Alright! Words are no proof, let's put it in writing!"
Pan Jinlian quickly dissuaded him, saying, "Brother Li Huan, how can you do this? Don't be so rash."
Li Huan comforted her, "Don't be afraid, sister-in-law, I know what I'm doing."
Ximen Qing chuckled a few times, then instructed Dai'an to bring paper and pen, and quickly wrote two written agreements.
Both parties signed and sealed the bet agreement.
Ying Baijue smiled obsequiously: "Brother Ximen, you can not only save two hundred taels of silver, but also spend a wonderful night with a beauty. I am extremely envious!"
Xie Xida flattered, "Brother Ximen's decisiveness and courage to take the bet are truly admirable!"
Ximen Qing looked smug, as if victory was assured.
Li Huan accepted the receipt and pointed to the roasted chicken wings: "Let's eat!"
Pan Jinlian's heart pounded, and she looked nervous.
Ximen Qing picked up a roasted chicken wing with his chopsticks, brought it to his mouth, bit off half of it, and chewed quickly.
Instantly, his eyes widened and he shuddered.
Ying Baijue hurriedly asked, "Is it spicy enough?"
Ximen Qing could not answer, and continued chewing the chicken with difficulty, his left hand clenched into a fist, his arm trembling continuously.
Immediately afterwards, his face turned red, and veins bulged on his forehead, giving him the look of someone struggling with constipation.
Seeing Ximen Qing's state, Ying Baijue and Xie Xida dared not ask any more questions.
"Cough cough cough..." Ximen Qing coughed violently, spraying bits of meat into the dish.
Li Huan said, "You can't spit out the chicken, or you'll lose!"
Ximen Qing covered his mouth with his hand, his head turning red as if he had just taken out of the pot of braised pig's head!
He forced down the chicken, opened his mouth, and gasped for breath, sweat beading on his forehead.
The female singer beside him attentively wiped Ximen Qing's sweat with a handkerchief.
Dai'an realized something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed a beer bottle opener, opened the beer, and poured it into a bowl.
Ximen Qing drank the beer in a big gulp, and because he was too hasty, beer foam sprayed out of his nostrils, making him even more embarrassed!
Li Huan urged, "Keep eating chicken wings."
Ximen Qing tried his best to remain calm, took a few deep breaths, and stuffed the whole roasted chicken wing into his mouth and chewed it wildly.
In an instant, the spiciness was like a heavy bomb, relentlessly bombarding Ximen Qing's mouth and throat.
Sweat, tears, and snot flowed together.
Ximen Qing clenched his fists, stubbornly persisting, chewing the chicken meat until it was mushy, swallowing it, and spitting out the bones.
Xie Xida clapped and cheered: "Brother Ximen is awesome!"
Ying Baijue cheered, "Brother Ximen is invincible!"
Dai An poured two bowls of beer for Ximen Qing to relieve the spiciness.
Pan Jinlian remained nervous and looked at Li Huan with concern.
"Please have a second roasted chicken wing!" Li Huan smiled calmly.
Ximen Qing drank the wine in the bowl, his head turned purplish-red, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched, making him look ferocious.
"Haha, your roasted chicken wings... are nothing special... what can they do to me?"
While showing off, Ximen Qing picked up a second roasted chicken wing, bit off half of it, chewed it quickly, and swallowed it.
"Brother Ximen is a true hero!" Ying Baijue praised, giving a thumbs up.
"Wow!"
Ximen Qing actually vomited.
He clutched his stomach, feeling more pain and discomfort than if he had ingested poison.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Ximen Qing spat a few more times, the filth falling to the ground and emitting a foul odor.
Pan Jinlian covered her nose with a handkerchief, her face showing delight.
Li Huan said, "You only ate one and a half roasted chicken wings and you vomited because of the spiciness. That's really not like your heroic nature of being good at eating spicy food!"
Ximen Qing didn't bother to wipe his mouth and chin clean, and hurriedly drank beer, trying to relieve the burning sensation in his throat and stomach as soon as possible.
Li Huan said, "The chicken wings you spat out don't count. Either pick them up and eat them, or start over!"
Making Ximen Qing eat his own vomit was worse than killing him.
The guy was drenched in sweat, leaning back in his chair, panting heavily. He stared at the roasted chicken wings in his lunchbox with fear in his eyes, as if he had seen a demon or monster.
Witnessing Ximen Qing's pathetic state, Ying Baijue and Xie Xida's arrogance also subsided.
Li Huan asked, "Master Ximen, do you admit defeat?"
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