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There is a thick smoke and the spicy smell of hot pot ingredients in the air.

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

It's the time when students leave school and office workers leave work, and the thirty or so tables on the roadside are almost full.

Fortunately, there is still a place near the corner.

Seeing Qiao Nian passing by with ease, Ye Wangchuan pressed the phone on the table to occupy the space, then turned around and asked him, "Do you want chili for your Malatang?"

Ye Wangchuan stood out from the crowd like a chicken, his bloodthirsty eyes looked 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 eating, his throat and stomach had started to ache.

"...let it go less."

The corners of Qiao Nian's eyes and brows were wild, and he snapped his fingers: "OK. The blood is flourishing, do you want to add it?"

Who in Beijing doesn't know that Mr. Wang never eats messy food, and he is even more insensitive to offal food, and he doesn't even know how to eat French foie gras.

It's not that you don't eat it, it's that you will be allergic to it.

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

Qiao Nian blinked his eyes, those eyes were black and bright, as if he saw his weakness instantly, and said in a loose voice, "You can't eat offal?"

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

When I wanted to talk again, the beautiful and sassy girl had put away the looseness of her eyes, and was about to get the food: "I don't want the offal, and I need a little chili, I understand."

……

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

The height is less than half a meter, and a table is formed with a shorter plastic stool, which is as simple as a house wine.

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

He bent down and pulled out a stool and sat down.

He is tall, with long hands and long feet, and the plastic stool is short. He can only barely sit down when he bends it. There is almost no place for his long legs.

It was the first time for Ye Wangchuan to be in such an embarrassment, even if he had faced a hail of bullets before, he had never been in such an embarrassment now.

"coming."

Qiao Nian came back soon, holding two bowls in his hand, the bowls were steaming hot and smoking, it was hot to look at.

"This is yours, not much chili."

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

"this is mine."

Qiao Nian opened the stool opposite him and sat down. A bowl of the same red hot and sour noodles looked much more spicy, with a layer of oily pepper floating on it. In addition to sweet potato noodles, there were duck blood and bean sprouts in the bowl...

With a relaxed expression, she pulled out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder, opened one pair and handed it to him, and opened another pair herself.

Seemingly in a good mood, he said, "Ma La Tang tastes best when it's hot. Aunt Chen's craftsmanship is very good. Students and people working nearby love to eat here. Try it."

"kindness."

Seeing how delicious her food was, Ye Wangchuan inexplicably got an appetite, lowered his head, picked up a chopstick with his chopsticks, and tried it.

The sweet potato flour is scalded in the hot pot ingredients to make it soft and glutinous, and the bean sprouts are just broken, which just combines the spicy taste and is refreshing.He hadn't tried this kind of 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.