She held her mouth open and fanned it with her hand, mumbling, "So spicy! But so good!" Then she reached for a second slice with her chopsticks.
Chen Siyao couldn't help laughing at how she kept coming back for more despite barely handling the heat. "Slow down. No one's going to steal it from you."
Yang Wanqing took a sip of iced sour plum juice and let out a long breath, looking as content as a cat that had basked its fill in the sun. "Now this is living."
Chen Hao sat across from them with a bowl of clear soup in front of him. He didn't eat spicy food. Yang Wanqing looked at his pale soup and shook her head with a tut. "Master, a life without spicy food isn't complete."
Chen Hao lifted his bowl and took a sip without saying anything.
Chen Siyao took her phone out of her pocket and opened WeChat.
Huang Qiaoling had already shared Fu Zhaojie's contact card. Chen Siyao sent him a friend request, and he accepted immediately.
"Fu Zhaojie, could you take us to see that tree tomorrow? The High God wants to see it himself."
His reply came instantly. "Of course! I'm in Shushan City too. I'll take you there tomorrow! What time?"
Chen Siyao glanced at Chen Hao, who said, "Eight in the morning." She lowered her head and typed, "Eight in the morning. We'll meet at the entrance to Fu Family Village."
Fu Zhaojie sent a "No problem" sticker, then added, "Is the High God really coming? Am I dreaming?"
Yang Wanqing leaned over to read the message and laughed. "This kid's a fan of yours too, huh?"
Chen Siyao put away her phone and picked up a piece of duck blood curd with a smile.
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