Chapter 40

There was a thick smoke of fireworks in the air and the spicy taste of hot pot ingredients.

Qiao Nian said a few words to the middle-aged woman and asked him to find a place.

At this time, it was time for students to leave school and workers to leave work, and the thirty-odd tables on the roadside were almost full.

Luckily there is still a spot by the corner.

Ye Wangchuan saw Qiao Nian pass by lightly, put his phone on the table, took up his seat, and then turned around and asked him, "Do you want chili for your Mala Tang?"

Ye Wuchuan stood out like a chicken in a group of people. He raised his eyes and glanced at the bowl of the young man at the table next to them.

A layer of fiery red oil floated in the porcelain-white bowl.

Before he could eat, his throat and stomach had begun to ache.

"…Let's put it down."

Qiao Nian's eyebrows were vivid and natural, and he snapped his fingers: "OK. The blood is prosperous, do you want to add it?"

Who doesn't know in Beijing that the grandfather never eats messy things, and he is even more insensitive to offal food, even French foie gras.

It's not that I don't eat it, it's that I'm allergic to it.

Ye Wuchuan pinched his forehead, his head hurt a little, and his voice was low and provocative: "No, just give me a bowl of the most common powder."

Qiao Nian blinked his eyes, those eyes were dark and bright, as if he could see his weakness in an instant, and his voice was loose: "You can't eat internal organs?"

Ye Wuchuan didn't know where she saw it, at least he didn't say so himself.

When she wanted to talk again, the beautiful and sassy girl had already closed her eyes and was about to go to get the vegetables: "Don't want the internal organs, and have less pepper, right, I know."

...

The tables, chairs and stools at the roadside stand are too small for him.

With a height of less than half a meter, it is combined with a lower plastic stool to form a table.

Fortunately, although the tables and chairs are simple, it can be seen that the boss loves to be neat and clean.

He bent down and pulled out a stool to sit down.

He is tall, with long hands and feet, and the plastic stool is short. He can barely sit down without bending his legs. There is almost nowhere to put his long legs.

It was the first time that Ye Wuchuan was so embarrassed. Even if he had faced a hail of bullets, he had never been so embarrassed now.

"coming."

Qiao Nian came back soon, holding two bowls in his hands. The bowls were hot and smoking, and they looked hot.

"This is yours, not much pepper."

A bowl of hot and sour noodles was placed on the table in front of him. It was fragrant. There was only a thin layer of red oil on it. It didn't look spicy.

"this is mine."

Qiao Nian pulled the stool opposite him and sat down. A bowl of hot and sour noodles, which was also bright red, looked much more spicy, with a layer of oil and spicy seeds floating on it. In addition to sweet potato noodles, there were duck blood and bean sprouts in the bowl...

She took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder with a relaxed expression, opened one pair and handed it to him, and then opened another pair herself.

He seemed to be in a good mood and said, "Malatang is delicious only when it's hot. Aunt Chen's craftsmanship is very good. The students and people who work nearby love to eat here. You can try it."

"kindness."

Ye Wuchuan looked at her delicious food, and inexplicably had an appetite, lowered his head, picked up a chopstick with his chopsticks, and tried it.

The sweet potato powder is soft and glutinous in the hot pot ingredients, and the bean sprouts are just broken, which just combines the spicy taste, refreshing and refreshing. He hadn't tried this street food before, and he didn't expect it to taste good. He raised the corners of his mouth, the hostility in his eyes receded a lot, and his shoulders relaxed like Qiao Nian.