Alvin and the others had a memorable dinner at a small restaurant in Chengdu...
The restaurant owner pocketed a few hundred yuan in tips and let a few bold young people into the kitchen to film Alvin and the others eating.
They also took the opportunity to ask who Alvin and his companions were...
When they learned they were serving the richest man in the world and the most famous super-soldier...
The restaurant-owning couple, both over sixty, brought out everything they had, including their prized homemade doubanjiang.
Authentic Sichuan flavors quickly overwhelmed the taste buds of the group of foreigners...
First came the fragrant, savory heat, then the numbness in their lips and teeth, and finally the blazing sensation throughout their mouths...
Unlike the unbearable heat of Mexican Chili Peppers, Sichuan cuisine was more fragrant and flavorful...
The Sichuan peppercorns were certainly a nuisance, but once you got through the first bite, it was hard to resist having more.
Whether they were "pretending" or "had no choice," aside from a few women who cared more about their image, everyone else ate with gusto...
The next morning, everyone gathered looking a little worse for wear...
Alvin teased Stark, whose face was pale and who looked like he'd been suffering from hemorrhoids for decades...
Then he called to Nick, who was coming downstairs with a hand over his backside. "Hey, kid, how are you feeling today?"
Nick hobbled to the RV, holding his backside, and grimaced. "It feels like my ass is on fire...
God must really hate the people of Sichuan. That's why he invented such delicious food—to torment their asses."
Alvin laughed and ruffled Nick's hair. "You'll get used to it...
We're staying in Sichuan for a few more days. Unless you want to skip the trip to see the