It was quite clear that Yu Siqiao couldn't handle very spicy food.
Mo Shu couldn't resist laughing out loud and said, "Is it really that exaggerated!"
Yu Siqiao's eyes were red and misty. Seeing Mo Shu's obviously teasing demeanor, she took another sip of water, and while inhaling, she said, "How can you eat something this spicy!"
"I thought it was spicy too, but it makes me so happy," Mo Shu shoveled rice into her mouth, "Try this!"
She picked up a piece of meat for him and said, "I really like this too, try it."
Yu Siqiao looked at it, saw it was chicken, and sniffed it, a sour scent rushing into his nostrils.
Yu Siqiao hesitated to eat it and asked, "What is this?"
"Lemon chicken," Mo Shu eagerly looked at him and said, "It's super delicious, super delicious, really, you'll regret it if you don't try!"
Yu Siqiao was skeptical but ate the piece of lemon chicken.
The taste of the lemon burst forth on his taste buds, and he wrinkled his face from the tartness.
