Zhang Yang downed the drink in one gulp and instantly felt the burn ease.
"Feeling better?" Bei Wei sat down beside him, gently patted his back, handed him a tissue, then leaned over to wipe the corner of his mouth.
The guys at the next table watched with envy.
Damn, where could you find a girlfriend that thoughtful? Why did ours always grab us by the ear with their hands on their hips? We were so jealous!
"Much better." Zhang Yang took a moment to recover, his face feeling a little warm.
A grown man who couldn't handle even a little spice—what a waste of this big frame. He'd have to toughen up his palate on this trip to Rong City.
"Was it too spicy?" Bei Wei asked tentatively, feeling a little guilty. She should've known better and ordered something milder.
"No, no, it's my problem. This is great, really tasty." Zhang Yang glanced at the waitress, who was craning her neck and straining her ears to keep an eye on them, and answered decisively.
Once he'd gotten used to the spice, Zhang Yang felt much better.
Mao Roast Duck really was the perfect dish to have with rice. He'd need two bowls.
After the meal, the two planned to head to Bei Wei's uncle's home.
"Wait, we can't show up empty-handed, can we? Give me a second." Zhang Yang spotted a tobacco and liquor shop ahead and walked straight over.
He was meeting one of Bei Wei's elders, after all. Even if they were distant relatives, it was only right to bring something. It would also help Bei Wei save face.
There was no need to go overboard: a Wuliangye gift set, with two bottles, cost a little over two thousand yuan; a thousand-yuan carton of Chiaozi cigarettes, two