Self-heating hot pot has been on for a long time.

After Li Jingmo and Zhou Jinliang arrived, Zhao Lingling happened to transfer the food.

As soon as the two of them entered the door, they smelled the sour smell that stimulated people's taste buds, and Zhou Jinliang looked at the table with straight eyes.

There are some small stir-fried dishes on the table, which are completely different from what the big kitchen does on weekdays, although there are not many patterns, but they look home-cooked and delicious.

On top of that, there is a soup bowl in the middle, but instead of soup, it contains a bunch of strange ingredients.

Zhou Jinliang thought to himself, what kind of self-heating hot pot is this?

He looked at it for a long time, and after Li Jingmo sat down, he couldn't help but ask, "This is all done by Miss Zhao?" ”

Zhao Fuling smiled and nodded: "I have changed seasons in the past few days and I am a little unsuitable for the climate, my appetite is not very good, and I want to eat something fresh, so I got some casually." ”

As she spoke, she asked Peony to fetch the dishes and chopsticks, and gave rice to the two of them.

Sun Yiyue sat down opposite, raised her eyes, and glanced at Zhou Jinliang with disgust.

Among the four, Li Jingmo has the highest status, and after he moved the chopsticks, several people followed the chopsticks.

Although Zhou Jinliang was curious about this self-heating hot pot, in order to avoid being rude, he also tasted other dishes first and praised them before starting the hot pot.

Just the first bite, my eyes suddenly lit up.

"Delicious!" The unhesitating praise, as well as the brightened eyes, made Zhao Lingling smile.

She said softly, "It might be a little spicy." ”

These are the spicy versions of self-heating hot pots I bought, just to eat comfortably on this cold day, but Zhao Fuling is not sure if others can accept it.

Sure enough, when he raised his eyes to look at Li Jingmo, he saw that he had just taken a bite, and his face changed.

The spicy sensation seemed to pierce directly into his nose and lungs, making his eyes suddenly hold back tears, and his hands paused.

Zhao Fuling immediately stopped, turned her head and asked Peony to hold warm tea: "Jingmo, I remember that you have a weak appetite?" This stuff is too spicy, you eat less. ”

Li Jingmo felt that there might be something wrong with him.

As soon as Zhao Fuling called his name, her heart softened for no reason.

Originally, this spiciness, which he really couldn't accept, but after Zhao Fuling finished saying this, he pretended to be calm and wrote lightly: "It's okay." ”

Zhao Fuling was very surprised: "Okay? Can you eat spicy food too? ”

I still remember that when he was in Xuanhua Palace, because he was injured, Zhao Fuling would not give spicy and stimulating food to the other party.

And Ying Qi also said that his master has been noble since he was a child, and he is particularly particular about his diet, most of which are based on light health.

So Zhao Fuling concluded that Li Jingmo couldn't eat spicy.

But now looking at his understatement, could it be that he misunderstood?

Zhao Fuling tried to sandwich a piece of spicy beef for him and said, "Then you try this." ”

Li Jingmo accepted it without moving, and ate the rice very calmly, before eating the piece of beef.

Zhao Fuling looked at him and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

Li Jingmo ate elegantly, wiped the corners of his mouth before nodding: "It's delicious." ”

I didn't say a word about the hot feeling in my throat.

Zhao Fuling's eyes bent down, and the look in her eyes was undisguised joy: "That's good, I'm still worried that you won't be able to eat, and I want to prepare some tomato pot bottoms!" Since you can eat it, let's eat it together. ”

Fire. LI Jingmo. Spicy: "...... Good. ”

He swallowed all the regrets back into his stomach and tried to pretend to be as light as possible.