Spicy and refreshing, endlessly fragrant...
It made one wish they could swallow their own tongue along with the food.
However, it was clear that the spicy crawfish were much hotter than the stir-fried river snails. In no time, Wen Lan was sniffling and tearing up violently, but looking over at Mu Qingli, she remained unfazed, except for a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth, and otherwise, her face wasn't flushed, nor was her heart racing.
Good-looking people make even eating a pleasant sight.
Wen Lan admitted to herself that she was jealous...
"Why don't we ask the owner to bring a non-spicy dish?" Mu Qingli looked up at Wen Lan.
Wen Lan said, "Don't think I don't know you're looking down on me! We don't need to change it, I can handle spice! What's the point of eating spicy crawfish if they're not spicy?"
Mu Qingli laughed and said, "As long as you're happy."