"I want to eat Sichuan food!" When she is hungry, she especially likes to eat some heavy dishes.

Mu Ling vetoed, he was not particularly spicy, Gu Ping'an took his hand, "Heart and liver, people want to eat spicy." ”

“……”

Regarding eating, Mu Ling doesn't have so many rules, in fact, he is not a picky eater, he can't eat very well, but he doesn't eat it, he is so grinded by Gu Ping'an, Mu Ling has no choice, he raised his hand and surrendered.

Gu Ping'an booked a restaurant, and Xingchong called to reserve a seat, but fortunately it was booked.

The two of them cleaned up and went over, the place is not too far from the Mu Building, there is no traffic jam on the road, and it takes less than 30 minutes to arrive at the restaurant, which is a very authentic Sichuan restaurant, almost all of them are spicy dishes, there is no mild dish, but the popularity is bursting. Gu Ping'an fortunately had the foresight to book the location, and it was a place that was booked with money, and there were many people lined up outside.

Mu Ling flipped through the dishes, and his eyebrows jumped.

casually ordered a light looking green vegetable, and handed over the rest to Gu Ping'an, Gu Ping'an knew that he also ate spicy food, so he didn't care, ordered four dishes in one go, and asked for a bundle of cucumber juice.

The first dish is boiled fish, the chili pepper is red and spread out in a bowl, the smell of chili oil comes to the face, Mu Ling took a bite, it was so spicy that tears were about to fall out, what kind of tattered boiled fish is this Nima, so spicy?

There is Mu Ling's dinner, everyone cares about his taste, he socializes a lot, eats any cuisine, but he really has never eaten such a spicy dish.

Gu Ping'an ate very happily, his little lips were so spicy that they could almost drip blood, and drinking water while eating and drinking was simply refreshing, Mu Ling's eyes twitched, isn't this masochism?

"Can't you get used to it?" Gu Ping'an asked, "This dish is very delicious, Huanhuan and I searched for a long time to find it." ”

Gu Ping'an's favorite restaurants are basically Li Huanqing's favorites, and the two have the same taste.

For the sake of face, Mu Ling said with a straight face, "It tastes good." ”

God knows, a bundle of cucumber juice, he drank two glasses, the whole table is spicy dishes, cucumber juice is very spicy, he is sweating profusely, so spicy that Mu Da feels that his lips are broken, and the food is hot and spicy.

This is really masochistic.

There are several dishes on one face, all of which are so spicy and spicy.

Mu Ling felt that his stomach was burning, and he was about to get angry, and he thought in a broken heart, why hasn't the green vegetables ordered by Lao Tzu come up yet? For the first time in his life, he realized the essence of dying to save face and live to suffer.

It's really unbearable.

He simply stopped his chopsticks and watched Gu Ping'an eat, this little girl is white and tender, and her skin is good, why do you like to eat such a weird taste?

A little spicy is enough, so heavy.

Waiting and waiting, finally waiting for the green vegetables to come, Mu Ling was simply overjoyed, the long-term drought and Ganlin could no longer describe his mood and expectations, he could only use hunger and thirst to describe his mood.

He felt that he could eat all the light-looking greens on that plate, and not a single leaf was left for Gu Ping'an.

Gu Ping'an looked at him with frighteningly bright eyes and smiled weirdly, "It turns out that you think those are not tasteful enough, and you like this dish." ”

"yes, I like it the most." Mu Ling said.

The waiter put down the greens, and he was about to raise his chopsticks when he saw the waiter pouring a thick layer of chili oil on them, and the originally green greens instantly turned red and soaked in chili oil.

Mu Ling, "......"