143 Points of Good Luck

Today, Huo Jiling was able to eat spicy food to the point where he could accept a little spicy food.

Huo Jiling didn't need to add spicy water.

If it was medium-spicy, he would have to prepare three or four cups of cold water or a sweet drink.

Huo Jiling still couldn't accept the spicy taste, so he had to wash the vegetables with boiling water. After all, Huo Jiling's stomach couldn't stand it either.

"Really?" Li Muyao couldn't believe it. She remembered that Huo Jiling was sweating profusely when they ate in the old town of Shaanxi City.

Li Muyao knew that it wasn't hot, but spicy.

It had only been less than a month since Huo Jiling left Shancheng, and he could already accept spicy food?