Loneliness

Another 4,000 words. Going crazy for monthly votes halfway through the month~ "Wow! Damn! Hiss, that feels good!" Jiang Xiao was drenched in sweat, tears glimmering in his eyes.

He held a pair of long wooden chopsticks, gripping a piece of tripe slick with red oil as he kept blowing on it.

Jiang Xiao cried. Yes, this was not a metaphor—it had really happened.

Jiang Xiao had been brought to tears by the spice.

The first bite had been both numbingly spicy and fiery. By the second bite, sweat had broken out on his forehead. By the third, Jiang Xiao could hold back no longer, and tears welled in his eyes. In fact, when ordering just now, Jiang Xiao had specifically asked for a medium-spicy pot. But the waiter was clearly a seasoned veteran. Hearing that the two of them had accents from out of town, he had earnestly advised them: "You really must order the mild-spicy one."

They had to listen to good advice if they wanted a full stomach, right?

Besides, the waiter was a professional. So Jiang Xiao and Han Jiangxue had ordered the mild-spicy pot. Afterward, Jiang Xiao became extremely confused about the Chuan Yu people's definition of "mildly spicy."

Han Jiangxue also picked up a slice of fatty beef. Watching Jiang Xiao look as though his mouth was about to breathe fire, she could barely contain her laughter. She took the beef from the red-oil pot and placed it in the small circle in the middle of the large pot, where the clear broth was. Han Jiangxue swished the slice of meat in the clear broth before eating it. She could not help but nod secretly. It was delicious. Then she saw Jiang Xiao eating while wiping away his tears and finally could not resist.