Yun Xiaoran urged her several times, but Shen Jin finally decided to dip her chopsticks into the crayfish sauce and lightly taste it.
"So spicy! Why is it so spicy? I barely put in any chili peppers."
Shen Jin vaguely remembered adding only a tiny amount of those foreign chili peppers. She covered her mouth, grabbed a bottle of yogurt, and hurried toward the kitchen.
Yun Xiaoran followed her. Only then did Shen Jin realize why her cooking was so spicy: a closer look revealed that she had used the Mexican devil peppers left over from the last time she and Sister Hua had cooked an extra-spicy dish together.
The chili peppers she normally used were lying quietly nearby, their packaging still unopened. She had used the wrong peppers.
"A perfectly good dish, ruined just like that."
Shen Jin stared at the beautifully presented platter of spicy crayfish, garnished with cilantro and chopped scallions, with a rich, chili-red broth and Sichuan peppercorns underneath.
Except that chili oil might send her blasting away on the toilet within minutes tonight.
"It's okay, honey. If we can't eat this one, there's still another dish. Besides, your fish with pickled mustard greens smells great."
Yun Xiaoran continued comforting Shen Jin, gently stroking her hair before picking up his chopsticks and reaching for the second dish. He picked up a piece of fish.
The instant it entered his mouth, Yun Xiaoran could tell that this dish was something else.
It was sour enough to strip the enamel off his teeth. It completely canceled out the earlier heat; he couldn't feel any spiciness now, only an overwhelming sourness.
Was this freaking food even made by a human?
Yun Xiaoran was stunned, but compared with the heat, the sourness was at least somewhat bearable. After his face