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Han Chen: "Having money, are you happy?"

Zhou Mo: "Of course. If you're rich and you're not happy, how can you be happy?"

Han Chen: "Are you afraid that I will make you poor?"

Zhou Mo: "As long as you don't go to 'Chasing the Central Plains', you can eat endlessly."

Han Chen: "Then go to 'Jiaoai'."

Zhou Mo: "..."

Seeing her reluctance and reluctance, Han Chen couldn't help but want to laugh, "I won't tease you anymore, tell me, where do you want to go?"

Zhou Mo: "...Why don't you eat Malatang? It's been a long time."

Han Chen: "Or the one on Xiaole Street?"

Zhou Mo: "That's the one."

Han Chen: "I cried so much after eating, which one do you still miss?"

Zhou Mo: "It's only when you cry hot that you are impressed."

The biggest change in Zhou Mo's impression of Han Chen was when Han Chen accompanied her to eat Malatang from Xiaole Street.

She likes spicy food, the hotter the better.

When I was in high school, Malatang shops were also popular in Dongjiang, and various Malatang shops opened one after another, Sichuan-style, Northeast, with or without sesame sauce... there are too many.

So Zhou Mo made up his mind to eat Malatang from all the stores in Dongjiang. As long as he has time, as long as he has the opportunity to go out, Zhou Mo almost chooses Malatang.

Han Chen is like a little follower who follows her, he doesn't have much fun and hobbies, wherever she goes, he follows her, it all depends on Zhou Mo's mood.

As many Malatang shops as Zhou Mo ate, Han Chen also ate.

I thought Han Chen was spoiled and spoiled, and he couldn't eat spicy food, so when Zhou Mo ordered, he said contemptuously, "I'll order you a slightly spicy one."

Han Chen said, "No need, just be the same as you."

Zhou Mo: "I eat spicy food."

Han Chen didn't even frown, "I can."

Zhou Moxin said, Han Chen is quite unwilling to admit defeat, since he asked so, she will let him experience it.

After ordering the hot pepper, it was hot and spicy, and Zhou Mo ate so much that his nose and sweat flowed together.

Looking at Han Chen again, there was sweat on his forehead, but he didn't show any unbearable expression.

Han Chen's tolerance to spicy food was beyond her imagination.

In her impression, boys are generally not very good at eating spicy food.

The boys in their class, when discussing eating Malatang, can bear the moderately spicy at most.

Apart from sweating a little, Han Chen showed no expression of pain or discomfort.

Zhou Mo was afraid that he might show off, so he advised him: "If you can't eat it, tell me sooner, don't damage your body."

Han Chen: "No."

Zhou Mo didn't believe it: "Just pretend."

Han Chen: "I didn't pretend."

Zhou Mo still didn't believe it.

A few times later, it was Zhou Mo who ate, and Han Chen followed suit.

Zhou Mo gradually believed that Han Chen really did not lie.

Especially when she went to Xiaole Street to eat the hottest Malatang, Zhou Mo swore that she had never eaten such a spicy Malatang in her life.

That store was so abnormal that the hot pepper was mixed with chili powder and millet pepper. Zhou Mo couldn't stand it after two bites, but she still found it enjoyable, but the more she ate, the more painful her tongue became, and her lips felt numb and spicy, swollen and painful. To feel like a sausage mouth.

In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and she burst into tears.

Han Chen finished his meal calmly. Apart from the bright red lips as if painted with lip varnish and the hot sweat on his forehead, he didn't have any major reaction.

Unlike Zhou Mo, who drank a few bottles of ad calcium, he still wanted to jump and cry.

It was also Han Chen's turn to laugh at her that time, and he said, "Didn't you say you eat spicy food?"

Zhou Mo was anxious: "Not as good as you, okay?"

Han Chen: "I didn't say anything else. Just admit defeat."

Zhou Mo still hasn't forgotten that he gave him a hard look back then.

She can't understand him, not because he eats spicy food better than her, but because his smug eyes are simply too stinky.

After that time, Zhou Mo got hurt from eating spicy food, got acute gastroenteritis, and had a stomachache for several days.

Even in the first few days of the illness, she couldn't even get out of bed. It was Liu Xiangru who took her to take a taxi to see a doctor and stayed in the hospital for a few days before she gradually recovered.

After being discharged from the hospital, Liu Xiangru explicitly forbade Zhou Mo to eat such spicy food again.

Zhou Mo himself also gained wisdom by eating a pit, no longer being too spicy, but just enough. When eating, the chamber pot pays attention to proportion, just eat something slightly spicy.

Xiaole Street.

Han Chen found a parking space and parked the car.

Zhou Mo pushed the door and got out of the car, feeling extremely happy, "I haven't been here for a long time."

Han Chen walked over and took her hand, "Come on, let's see if the store is still there."

Zhou Mo: "Yes, I saw that store when I ordered takeaway before."

Han Chen frowned: "Your college doesn't even have a cafeteria, so you eat takeout every day, can you bear it?"

Zhou Mo: "No way, the old campus is still Malu School. It would be nice to have a few independent college buildings."

Han Chen: "What did your advisor say when you will come to the First Hospital of Dongdae? When the time comes, you will come with her, get a fingerprint meal card in the First Hospital, and you will be able to eat in the canteen of the First Hospital."

Zhou Mo: "We'll have to wait until the eleventh day."

Han Chen: "So long?"

Zhou Mo: "Not long."

Han Chen: "I think it's been a long time."

Zhou Mo smiled, "So you want me to go to the first hospital?"

Han Chen: "Otherwise?"

Zhou Mo took his arm and smiled, "Let's go eat first."

The two went straight to the Mala Tang restaurant engraved in their common memory.

In the past ten years, Xiaole Street has completely changed.

The dilapidated and narrow streets with potholes at that time have now become commercial pedestrian streets paved with bluestone slabs, and the roads are twice as wide as before.

The shops on both sides are no longer operated as small workshops, but have become neat and tidy shops with uniform doors.

Even the master of the kebab restaurant wore gloves, a hat and a chef's anti-fog mask, and there were many rules.

Han Chen jokingly said: "It seems that this has been checked by food supervisors."

Zhou Mo looked at him tenderly: "You can't see people, okay?"

Han Chen smiled without saying a word.

The two walked towards the Malatang restaurant next to the skewer restaurant together.

There were quite a lot of people in the store, the six tables in the store were full of people, and the owner set up a few more tables outside.

Those few tables are mixed with the kebab shop next door, and it feels like a night market.

Zhou Mo queued up to get his meal. Although the store hadn't changed, the owner of the store was no longer the same as before.

The previous boss was a middle-aged uncle, but now he is a young girl.

Zhou Mo chatted with the girl while ordering, and it turned out that this restaurant was bought by the girl a few years ago.

The original boss was too tired and didn't want to do it.

Zhou Mo became curious and asked, "How about you, are you tired?"

The girl said: "It's tiring, self-employed, how can you not be tired. But freedom, I don't want to go to work, it's not free."

Zhou Mo: "Understand."

Girl: "What flavor do you want? Spicy and spicy? What's the level of spiciness? Slightly spicy and medium spicy?"

Zhou Mo: "Spicy, slightly spicy. Both servings."

The girl typed the bill and gave them the number, "There are no seats in the house, but you can sit outside."