So You’re Not Going to Treat Your Illness?

Xie Shi'an naturally had no objections to Wen Xu's suggestion. Twenty minutes later, they were sitting in the front of a food stall.

Wen Xu flipped through the menu and glanced at Xie Shi'an coldly. "Xie Shi'an, is there anything you can't eat?"

"No spicy food. Anything else is fine," Xie Shi'an said.

"Oh, you don't like spicy food, right?"

Wen Xu closed the menu and beckoned to the waiter. "Two servings of spicy crayfish, please! We'd also like grilled oysters, scallops, cod, lamb skewers..."

He read a lot and finally said, "Remember to add spiciness to everything!"

Sang Qianqian was speechless. This child, what trouble was he stirring up now?

She felt a little helpless. "Wen Xu, didn't you hear Shi'an say that he doesn't eat spicy food?"

"He doesn't eat spicy food, but you like it, Sis!"