Han Chen: "You are rich, are you happy?"

Zhou Mo: "Of course. You are not happy if you have money, so how can you be happy?"

Han Chen: "Aren't you afraid that I will eat you poor?"

Zhou Mo: "As long as you don't go to the 'Zhonglu Central Plains', you will be in a state of poverty."

Han Chen: "Then go to 'Jiaomian'."

Zhou Mo: “…”

Seeing her reluctant and reluctant look, Han Chen couldn't help but laugh, "I won't tease you anymore, you said, where do you want to go?"

Zhou Mo: "...why go and eat malatang? I haven't eaten it for a long time."

Han Chen: "Or which one is on Xiaole Street?"

Zhou Mo: "That's the one."

Han Chen: "I cried after eating, but I was still thinking about which one?"

Zhou Mo: "It is only when I am so excited that I am impressed."

The biggest change in Zhou Mo's impression of Han Chen was when Han Chen accompanied her to eat spicy hot pot on Xiaole Street.

She likes spicy food, and she doesn't like spicy food. The more spicy the better.

In high school, it was also popular to open a spicy hot pot shop in Dongjiang. Various spicy hot pot shops have been opened one after another, including Sichuan-style, Northeast-style, sesame sauce, and no sesame sauce... too many.

Zhou Mo then decided to eat all the spicy hot pots in Dongjiang restaurants. As long as he had time and had the opportunity to go out, Zhou Mo almost chose spicy hot pots first.

Han Chen was like a little follower following her. He didn't have much fun or hobbies. He just followed him wherever she went, and it all depends on Zhou Mo's mood.

How many Malatang shops Zhou Mo ate, Han Chen ate as many as he did.

I thought Han Chen was used to being spoiled and couldn't eat spicy food. When Zhou Mo ordered the food, he said contemptuously: "Let's just a little spicy food for you."

But Han Chen said: "No, just like you."

Zhou Mo: "I'm eating spicy food."

Han didn't even frown, "I can."

Zhou Moxin said that Han Chen was quite unwilling to admit defeat. Since he asked so, she would let him see the great things.

After ordering the spicy hot, it was hot and spicy. Zhou Mo sucked it and snot and sweat flowed together.

Looking at Han Chen again, his forehead was sweating, but he had no expression of unbearableness.

Han Chen's tolerance to spicy food was beyond her imagination.

In her impression, boys generally don’t eat spicy food.

The boys in their class can at most tolerate spicy hotpot when discussing eating spicy hotpot.

Apart from sweating, Han Chen had no expression of pain or discomfort at all.

Zhou Mo was afraid that he would show off his power and advised him: "I can't eat it and say it early, don't ruin your body."

Han Chen: "No."

Zhou Mo didn't believe it: "Just pretend."

Han Chen: "I didn't pretend."

Zhou Mo still doesn't believe it.

A few times later, Zhou Mo ate something, and Han Chen also followed suit.

Zhou Mo gradually believed that Han Chen was really not lying.

Especially when she went to Xiaole Street to eat the spicy hot pot, Zhou Mo swore that she had never eaten such spicy hot pot in her life.

The restaurant was abnormal, with chili powder and millet pepper mixed with hot chili. Zhou Mo couldn't stand it after taking a few bites, but she still felt it was satisfying, but the more she ate, the more she felt the pain, the more her tongue felt, the numb and spicy, swelling and painful, and it was about to feel like a sausage mouth.

In the end, she couldn't stand it, and her tears were so hot.

Han Chen calmly finished eating. Except for his bright red lips as if he had lip gloss and his forehead was hot and sweaty, he did not react particularly badly.

Unlike Zhou Mo, who drank a few bottles of ad calcium, he still wanted to jump and cry.

It was Han Chen's turn to mock her that time, and he said, "Didn't you say you're very spicy?"

Zhou Mo was angry: "It's not as good as you, okay?"

Han Chen: "I didn't say anything else. You can just admit defeat."

Zhou Mo hadn't forgotten yet, but he gave him a fierce look.

She couldn't stand him because he was more spicy than her, but because his proud eyes were so stinky.

Since then, Zhou Mo was injured by eating spicy food and had acute gastroenteritis and had stomach pain for several days.

Even in the first few days of illness, she couldn't even get up, so Liu Xiangru took her to take a taxi to see a doctor. She stayed in the hospital for a few days before she gradually got better.

After being discharged from the hospital, Liu Xiangru explicitly prohibited Zhou Mo from eating such spicy food.

Zhou Mo himself learned from his mistakes and no longer had any spicy food, but stopped at the right time. When eating, pay attention to the right amount of room pot and eat something slightly spicy.

Xiaole Street.

Han Chen found a parking space and parked the car.

Zhou Mo pushed the door and got out of the car, feeling extremely beautiful, "I haven't been here for a long time."

Han Chen walked over and took her hand, "Let's go and see if the store is still there."

Zhou Mo: "Are, I saw that store when I ordered takeout before."

Han Chen frowned: "Your college doesn't have a canteen, can you bear it when eating takeout every day?"

Zhou Mo: "There is no way. It's good to have a few separate college buildings in the old campus or a road school."

Han Chen: "When did your supervisor say when will you come to Dongda First Hospital? Then you can come with her and apply for a fingerprint meal card in the First Hospital, and you can have a meal in the First Hospital canteen."

Zhou Mo: "We have to wait after the 11th."

Han Chen: "So long?"

Zhou Mo: "It's not long."

Han Chen: "I think it's been a long time."

Zhou Mo smiled, "I just want me to go to the first hospital?"

Han Chen: "What about that?"

Zhou Mo took his arm and laughed, "Go to have a meal first."

The two went straight to the spicy hot pot shop that was engraved in their common memory.

Ten years have passed, and Xiaole Street has completely changed.

The dilapidated and narrow streets at that time and the bumpy road surface have now become commercial pedestrian streets paved with bluestone, and the road surface is twice as wide as before.

The shops on both sides are no longer small workshop-style operations, but have become neat and clean, and uniform shops.

Even the master of the skewer shop wore gloves, hats and chefs' anti-fog covers, which were quite a lot of rules.

But Han Chen joked: "It seems that this is a lot of people who are being investigated by food supervision."

Zhou Mo glanced at him gently: "You can't stand others, okay?"

Han Chen smiled but said nothing.

The two walked to the spicy hot pot shop next to the skewer shop together.

There are so many people in the store. Six tables in the store are full of people, and the owner has set up a few more tables outside.

Those tables mixed with the kebab shop next door, which made you feel like a night market.

Zhou Mo was queuing up to get the meal. Although the store had not changed, the store owner was no longer the person he was back then.

The boss used to be a middle-aged uncle, but now he has become a young girl.

Zhou Mo chatted with the girl when she ordered the food. It turned out that the restaurant was sold by the girl a few years ago.

The original boss thought it was too tired and didn't want to do it anymore.

Zhou Mo became curious and asked, "What about you, do you feel tired?"

The girl said, "I'm tired, I'm a self-employed person, so there's no one who is not tired. But I'm free. I don't want to go to work anymore, so I'm not free."

Zhou Mo: "Understand."

Girl: "What flavor do you want? Spicy and spicy? What is the spicy degree? Slightly spicy and medium-spicy?"

Zhou Mo: "Spicy, slightly spicy. Both servings are."
Chapter completed!