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Chapter 51 If you can't beat them, just give in.

Occasionally, the sounds of pots, pans, and cutting boards could be heard from a room behind. When Lu Chi reappeared in her sight, he was carrying a very thick frying pan in his left hand and a basin with several bowls in his right.

"Are two eggs enough for you?"

"Huh? That's enough, that's enough!"

"Dizziness? Or tinnitus?"

"Yes...a little bit of both..."

"Sizzle~"

The egg mixture bursts into a golden color on the frying pan thrown into the fire, like a small sun continuously radiating warmth. After the egg is scooped out, a few slices of pork belly and a small pile of onions begin to separate in the pan, sparking blue and red embers.

"I don't know if you'll like it, but I often do this when I'm hungry at night, it's convenient." Two-thirds of the scrambled eggs were completely set, then salt and dried red chili flakes were sprinkled on them. Then a little soy sauce, salt, and pepper were added to the pan. Lu Chi said, "I ground these dried chilies myself. They're not very spicy, but they're quite fragrant. There are several kinds of chilies in them. This is a secret recipe, you can't just copy it."

Dan Heman pursed her lips: "Oh..."

Lu Chi laughed, scooped out the pork belly and onions, and put the cold rice into the pot: "Man, why are you even more dazed? Did you burn the child silly? How many is this?"

"Three..." Dan Heman realized he was being teased, and pouted, "Um, well, thank you for today, I'm sorry for troubling you."

"Hmph!"

A plate of slightly flattened, pan-fried rice topped with a golden fried egg, white onions, and slightly charred, soy-sauce-colored pork belly. The red bits on the fried egg are chili peppers, the onions are seasoned only with pepper, and the pork belly is seasoned with soy sauce.

"Gurgle..."

The sound of swallowing saliva resonated with the gurgling in her stomach, and Dan Heman's face flushed red instantly, the redness spreading to her ears and neck.

"Eat up. You didn't eat anything this morning, and you threw up everything you ate at lunch. Do you want to throw it up again?"

"Oh...you're welcome...you...have some too..."

"Yes, you're welcome."

"No, no... I... I meant to say..."

"Eat quickly."

"oh..."

The rice grains and pork belly were coated with a charred, slightly brownish-yellow hue from being fried. The white onions were dotted with slightly black peppercorns, and the golden eggs had a slightly runny texture, like butter about to melt. As the steaming hot dish entered the mouth, distinct layers of aroma began to intertwine, like a delayed bomb suddenly activating Shan Heman's taste buds after reaching a certain threshold. It swept away the sticky feeling from the high fever and the bitterness of the medicine in her mouth, leaving her mouth watering.

"tasty!"

As Dan He spoke incoherently, a grain of rice accidentally fell onto the cuff of Lu Chi's pajamas, causing her to blush instantly.

Lu Chi didn't notice, took a bite of rice, and looked up: "Hmm? Why is your face so red again?"

With a finger pressing against his brow, Shan Heman was like a zombie sealed by a talisman, completely stunned, his mouth slightly open, his thin pink lips covered with glistening oil.

"He doesn't have a fever..." Lu Chi said, a little unsure. "Wait a minute, where did I put the thermometer again..."

"without..."

"Hey!"

"oh!"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're eating, why are you sticking your mouth over here?"

"Oh..."

Dan Heman was practically steaming. He blankly took the thermometer, turned his back, and tucked it under his arm. He probably felt he had already lost enough face, so he simply gave up and started eating in silence.

Humph.

This guy can even hold down a wild boar weighing several hundred pounds by himself, while I only weigh seventy or eighty pounds...

If you can't beat them, you just give in.

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The group descended the mountain at midday when the sun was shining brightly. The tractor and the mountain road were indifferent to human feelings, just like the blazing sun overhead, seemingly playing a symbolic, perfunctory role. The bumpy ride continued, and the cold persisted.

Dan Heman was in good spirits, wrapped in an ill-fitting, heavy, dark green down jacket.

from head to foot.

Ran Qingfeng said she was like one of those all-new store openings—a swaying, alluring little green man that you can never fully inflate, no matter how much you try.

"Spicy! Hot! Spicy hot pot! Spicy hot pot!" Liu Lan, like a superhero taking flight, led the charge: "Right now, I really want a bowl of plain spicy hot pot with just cold noodles, kelp, and oyster mushrooms, and tons of chili oil!"

Zhou Zijin scolded, "Heretical! Clear broth mala tang is all heresy! What kind of crap is that that even deserves to be called mala tang! When you eat mala tang, you have to eat it sticky and gooey with sesame paste and chili oil! And you have to add vinegar and minced garlic!"

Zhu Gaizhi couldn't help but frown: "Listen to me say thank you, my throat is already starting to feel dry!"

Liu Lan let out a long "Oh": "You two are an old married couple, shouldn't your resistance be at its peak? Even you're experiencing throat burning?"

Zhu Gaizhi and Zhou Zijin were forcibly restrained for three seconds: "You perverts! Prepare to die!"

Six students, emerging from a cloud of steam, slipped into the mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop. They had just finished their lunch break. The owner was wiping the stove and tidying the refrigerated display case, leaving the freshly mopped floor covered in shoe prints. "Sit down, sit down! You're all going to be late for class! Hey you kids, hang your clothes up here, come in, it's cold outside. Hurry up and choose your ingredients, I'll cook them for you. Being late on the first day of school? The teacher's going to eat you alive!"

With her hair disheveled and her head bound tightly by Zhu Gaizhi, Liu Lan struggled to untie the scarf, took a deep breath, and waved her hand with an air of bravado: "It's alright!"

"Oh, you're already in your final year of high school, right!" The boss laughed heartily. "Of course you have to eat! You can't study well if you don't even eat properly. You guys are at this stage now, so maintaining a good mindset is more important than anything else!"

Otherwise, his spicy hot pot would be the best-selling in the area. Look at him, he's knowledgeable and sensible. People like him will succeed no matter what they do.

"What would you like to drink?" Lu Chi asked, looking around. "They have some boiled Lulu (a type of dessert), would you like some?"

"Lawyer Lu is treating? Two bottles, no drinking, no leaving!"

"Uncle, your true colors are becoming rather ugly!"

"Just tell me if you're going to drink it or not!"

"Why aren't you drinking it!"

"Scab!"

"?"

Authentic clear broth mala tang may look like it's just plain water, but it's actually quite flavorful. It's backed by clear chili oil that makes a crunchy sound when stirred with a spoon, and you can't see any oil in it. At first glance, it doesn't seem to have much to do with mala tang, and in fact, it really doesn't. It's just delicious.

There are only a dozen or so side dishes. You can choose a large bowl for eight yuan. The owner will add noodles. The first bowl of noodles is free. From the first to the next bowl, you will be charged an extra two yuan.

For just ten yuan, you can get a nutritionally balanced and satisfying meal here.

Halfway through the meal, just as Shan Heman was about to stand up, Lu Chi stopped her, holding up his phone. Zhou Zijin, even more so, moved her bowl to block the QR code: "I'll have one, I'll have one! Boss, two more cases of Hot Lulu!"

Boss: "Take away Lulu?"

"You don't have a phone, and the boss is washing vegetables, how can he receive paper money? No, paper money, uh, cash... This time it's right..." Ran Qingfeng pressed Shan Heman back into the chair: "Oh, oh, oh, I know, I know, next time, next time I'll let you pay, next time definitely, tsk, that pitiful, weak, and helpless soft and cute little expression, muamua, give me a kiss~"

Liu Lan pouted her bright red lips, which were stained with chili, and leaned closer, looking like a lovesick girl, trying to rekindle their friendship with a beautiful and expectant expression, making sucking noises.

Ran Qingfeng grabbed her face and instantly snapped, "Get out! What kind of pervert are you?"

After paying, Zhou Zijin tucked her phone away and followed Lu Chi furtively behind, saying, "Hey, Lu, Lu! Lu, you're the only person I trust in this world!"

"put!"

"That maid cafe..."

"You'd better not make fun of me!"

"Hey, look at you, what are you saying? This time I really did my homework seriously, trust me, it's guaranteed!"

"weekend?"

"weekend!"