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"I……"

Chen Yang almost couldn't help but swear.

"Ok?"

Ye Qiaoqiao turned to look at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang quickly changed his words, and said to Ye Qiaoqiao with a smile all over his face: "I think your clothes are very beautiful today."

"You mean to say that my clothes yesterday were ugly?"

What the hell!

I don't know what clothes you were wearing yesterday!
Chen Yang felt that he was going crazy.

"What to eat?"

He tried his best to calm down and said to Ye Qiaoqiao.

"Hotpot, I'll guide you, and you can just drive there."

Ye Qiaoqiao took out her mobile phone as she spoke.

"it is good."

Chen Yang responded with a smile, at this time the green light just turned into a red light, and Chen Yang started the car.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Yang followed Ye Qiaoqiao's navigation and drove to an alley entrance.

Speaking of which, this is not an alley, but the buildings on both sides are too tall, making it look like an alley.

"here?"

After finding a parking space and parking the car, Chen Yang turned to look at Ye Qiaoqiao and asked.

Ye Qiaoqiao gave Chen Yang a white look.

"Just follow along, where is there so much nonsense!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Qiaoqiao directly opened the car door and walked out.

Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders and put on a helpless look.

Under Ye Qiaoqiao's leadership, Chen Yang came to the alley, where there was a shop that looked like it had been around for a while.

Sichuan style hot pot.

As soon as Chen Yang raised his head, he saw big gilt characters on a black plaque hanging on the door, but it might also be because of the age, the signboard seemed to be a little faded.

How did someone find such a store?
Chen Yang thought in his heart very puzzled.

Ye Qiaoqiao turned around at this time, she looked at Chen Yang with provocative eyes, and said to Chen Yang with a sneer at the corner of her mouth: "Spicy hot pot, do you dare to eat it?"

Chen Yang glanced inside, then gently sucked his nose.

The air does smell of chilli.

However, hot pot!How can there be anything that is not spicy?

"Of course! As long as it can calm you down, let alone spicy hot pot, eating raw chili is fine."

Standing in front of Ye Qiaoqiao, Chen Yang held his head high, patted his chest and said.

"That's what you said!"

Ye Qiaoqiao took a meaningful look at Chen Yang, then turned around and walked towards the store directly.

At this time, Chen Yang was standing at the door, from his direction, he could just see Ye Qiaoqiao's graceful back, that was really what he wanted.

And more importantly, Ye Qiaoqiao is not a back killer.

however……

Even such a beautiful scenery is really not of much interest to Chen Yang.

just now.

There is only one thought left in Chen Yang's mind:
She wouldn't really let me eat raw chili.

"What are you standing there for?"

Hearing Ye Qiaoqiao's voice, Chen Yang raised his head and found that Ye Qiaoqiao had walked through the corridor at the door, standing at the end and looking at him with a strange smile on his face.

"Don't come in yet!"

Ye Qiaoqiao said to Chen Yang.

"Forget it, life and death are bearish, just eat if you don't accept it, at worst, pooping will be more uncomfortable!"

Chen Yang gritted his teeth and bravely walked into the store.

Ye Qiaoqiao looked at the tangled look on Chen Yang's face, and the corner of her mouth slightly raised an arc:

"Hmph! You scoundrel, if I don't scold you to death today, my surname won't be Ye!"

Ye Qiaoqiao and Chen Yang walked into the store one after the other. It was just lunch time, and there were not too many customers in the store. They came to a place leaning against the wall under the enthusiastic guidance of the waiter. seat.

When passing by other tables, Chen Yang has been paying attention to the appearance of the hot pot of those customers who have already eaten.

Mandarin duck pot?
looks good!

With a bottom in mind, Chen Yang was naturally very satisfied.

The two sat down on the seats against the wall.

The waiter took out his Ipad and said with a smile, "You two, what kind of pot do you want?"

"I think the mandarin duck pot is good." Chen Yang said first.

"Ok?"

As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, Ye Qiaoqiao raised her head and looked at Chen Yang.

"Listen to you."

Chen Yang hurriedly said with a smile.

"Humph!"

Ye Qiaoqiao glanced at Chen Yang, then turned her head, said to the waiter with a smile, "Give me some perverted spicy food."

Give me a perverted spicy.

When Ye Qiaoqiao spoke lightly, it was like drinking cold water.

But Chen Yang's spirit tensed up instantly.

"Perverted spicy?"

The expression on Chen Yang's face looked very exaggerated.

Ye Qiaoqiao turned her head, looked at Chen Yang, and asked lightly: "What? Do you have an opinion?"

this……

Chen Yang's expression was very embarrassing.

He looked at Ye Qiaoqiao, as if he was probing, and said softly: "Then should I have an opinion or not?"

"You can have an opinion."

Ye Qiaoqiao said lightly.

"Understood." The expression on Chen Yang's face was very stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he said, "I have no objection."

"So much the better!"

Ye Qiaoqiao said as she continued to turn her head to order with the waiter.

"Spicy beef, the spiciest kind."

"You mean millet pepper beef?"

"I forgot, it's the spiciest anyway!"

"it is good."

"Is there anything spicy? Give me some!"

"This one……"

Hearing what Ye Qiaoqiao said, the waiter hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Chen Yang.

"You don't have to look at him, he can eat."

Ye Qiaoqiao said directly to the waiter.

Chen Yang looked at the waiter, forced a smile on his face, and said, "That's right, don't worry about me, I can eat spicy food."

"Ok."

The waiter shrugged his shoulders lightly. He has seen this kind of situation today.

In the end, Ye Qiaoqiao ordered Chen Yang a spicy set meal.

Chen Yang suddenly felt that life was worse than death, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

After a while, a waiter walked past Chen Yang carrying a pot covered with red hot peppers and a layer of chili oil floating on it.

The strong chili smell almost overwhelmed Chen Yang.

"I'm going to the toilet, you should be more honest here."

After Ye Qiaoqiao finished speaking, she got up and walked towards the toilet.

When the waiter who just served the pot came back, Chen Yang grabbed him.

"What's the matter with you, sir?"

The waiter bowed lightly to Chen Yang politely, and then said.

"That..." Chen Yang pointed to the direction the waiter had just passed, and then said softly, "Is the bottom of the pot you brought over just now the abnormal spicy food from your place?"

"Oh, that!"

The waiter turned his head and glanced at the direction Chen Yang was pointing at, then smiled slightly and said to Chen Yang:

"No sir, that is the spicy flavor in our shop."

"Uh……"

Chen Yang instantly told the truth.

"Sir? Sir? May I ask what you need?"

The waiter gently pushed Chen Yang's shoulder and said.

Chen Yang waved his hand to the waiter feebly: "It's all right."

After the waiter left, Chen Yang couldn't help but looked up to the sky and sighed, "Oh my God! My life is over!"