The air was filled with the strong smell of fireworks and the spicy taste of hot pot ingredients.
Qiao Nian spoke a few words to the middle-aged woman and then asked him to find a seat.
It was the time when students were getting out of school and office workers were getting off work, and the more than 30 tables on the roadside were almost full.
Fortunately, there was a spot near the corner.
Ye Wangchuan saw Qiao Nian walking over with ease, so he put his phone on the table to occupy his spot, then turned around and asked him, "Do you want chili for your spicy hot pot?"
Ye Wangchuan stood out among the crowd like a crane among chickens. He raised his eyes and glanced at the bowls of the young people at the table next to them.
There was a layer of fiery red oil floating in the white porcelain bowl.
Before he even ate, his throat and stomach began to ache.
“…put less.”
Qiao Nian's eyebrows were lively and natural, and he snapped his fingers: "OK. What about the blood sauce? Do you want to add it in?"
Everyone in Beijing knows that Wang Ye never eats anything random, and he is very averse to offal food, not even French foie gras.
It’s not that I don’t eat it, it’s that I get allergic to it after eating it.
Ye Wangchuan pinched his forehead, feeling a little headache, and said in a low and seductive voice: "No, just give me a bowl of the most ordinary noodles."
Qiao Nian blinked his eyes, which were dark and bright, as if he had seen his weakness instantly. He said in a casual voice, "You can't eat internal organs?"
Ye Wangchuan didn’t know how she figured that out, at least he himself had never said so.
When I wanted to say something else, the pretty and cool girl had already put away the distracted look in her eyes and was ready to get the food: "No offal, and less chili, okay? I got it."
…
The tables, chairs and stools at the roadside stalls were too small for him.
Less than half a meter high, with an even shorter plastic stool, it forms a table, as simple as playing house. Fortunately, although the table and chairs are simple, it can be seen that the boss is very tidy and wipes them clean.
He bent down, pulled out a stool and sat down.
He was tall, with long arms and legs, and the plastic stool was too low, so he could only bend over to sit down, with almost no place to put his long legs.
It was the first time that Ye Wangchuan felt so embarrassed. Even when he had faced hail of bullets before, he had never been so embarrassed as he was now.
"coming."
Qiao Nian came back soon, holding two bowls in her hands. The bowls were smoking hot and looked hot to the touch.
"This is yours. It doesn't have much chili in it."
A bowl of hot and sour noodles was placed on the table in front of him. It smelled fragrant, but there was only a thin layer of red oil on it, so it didn't look too spicy.
"this is mine."
Qiao Nian pulled the stool opposite him and sat down. The bowl of hot and sour noodles, which was also bright red, looked much spicier, with a layer of chili oil floating on top. In addition to the sweet potato noodles, there was also duck blood and bean sprouts in the bowl...
She took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder with a relaxed expression, opened one pair and handed it to him, then opened another pair for herself.
She seemed to be in a good mood and said, "Malatang is best eaten while it's hot. Aunt Chen's cooking skills are very good. Students and office workers nearby love to eat here. You should try it."
"kindness."
Ye Wangchuan looked at her eating with relish and inexplicably felt an appetite. He lowered his head, picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and tried it.
The sweet potato vermicelli was cooked in the hot pot ingredients until it was soft and tasty, and the bean sprouts were just cooked, which was just the right combination of spicy flavor and refreshing. He had never tried this kind of street snack before, but he didn't expect it to taste good. He raised the corners of his mouth, and the hostility in his eyes receded a lot. His shoulders relaxed like Qiao Nian.
(End of this chapter)