The smoke in the air carried the thick scent of spices from the pot.
Qiao Nian spoke to the middle-aged woman for a while and then got him to find a table.
This was the peak hour as it was the end of the day for school students and working adults. The 30 tables filled up very quickly.
Fortunately, they managed to get a table in the corner.
Ye Wangchuan saw her place her cell phone on the table as a form of reservation before turning to ask him, "Do you want chili in your mala soup base?"
Ye Wangchuan stood out in the crowd because of his height and demeanor. He eyed the bowl the young man beside him was eating out of.
There was a layer of chili oil in the white bowl.
His throat felt scratchy before even eating anything.
"... Add less of that."
Qiao Nian seemed rather excited about this and gestured back at him. "OK. How about blood curds?"
Everyone in the capital knew that Master Wang never touched such strange types of food. He wouldn't eat internal organs of any animals, not even foie gras.
It wasn't that he disliked it, but that he'd develop an allergic reaction.
Ye Wangchuan rubbed his temple. He could feel a headache setting in. When he responded, his voice was low and almost seductive, "1 don't want that. Just give me a bowl of the ordinary noodles."
Qiao Nian blinked a few times at him. She then looked at him with her huge and dark eyes, as if she'd just discovered his weakness. She asked casually, "You can't eat internal organs?"
Ye Wangchuan had no idea how she could tell that. He hadn't said it himself.
Before he could say anything, the beautiful and suave girl had already looked away and was prepared to get the food. "No organs whatsoever and less chili, right? I got it."
The tables and stools by the stall were pocket-sized to him.
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