Zheng Kai didn't know much about spicy food either. Even though he usually ate hotpot, he only ate hotpot that wasn't too spicy. He didn't even dare to order the spiciest Sichuan cuisine. Even though he was obsessed with spicy food in the early years, he hired a professional nutritionist to lose weight. He had to eat according to the nutritionist's recipe three times a day, so he hadn't eaten anything carelessly in a long time.
Now, eating insanely spicy food was simply an extravagant hope for him.
He picked up the spoon, which was filled to the brim with chili sauce, and raised it to the air. "Dry."
Then, he really "took a deep breath of love" with lofty aspirations. A big mouthful of chili sauce went into his mouth without hesitation.
Not only did he eat it, but he also had to taste it carefully. Not only did he taste it carefully, he even chewed it twice. "Hmm, it's not bad. It's fragrant." There was oil in his chili sauce, so it was especially fragrant. One had to know that there was no such thing as oil in the nutritionist's recipe, so Zheng Kai felt very happy when he ate oil.
He first came to this conclusion, then described it in detail. "There are a lot of chili seeds in mine."
Wang Jiaer's expression was already contorted just by listening. He could already imagine how spicy the chili seeds would be.
When Chen He heard Zheng Kai say that there were a lot of chili seeds in his chili sauce, he was actually a little unconvinced. He pointed at his own chili sauce and said, "Mine looks like there are a lot of chili seeds."
What he meant was that Zheng Kai's chili sauce didn't look like there were as many chili seeds as his. Everyone found it funny. These two old classmates were really two clowns. It was fine that they usually competed in battle results, but now, they were even competing to see who had more chili seeds in their chili sauce?
Zheng Kai looked at Chen He's chili sauce. "Hmm, right. You'll know when you chew it. You'll know whether it's spicy or not if there are a lot of seeds. "
Chen He was skeptical. He picked up the spoon and took a small bite. Then, he was stunned for a moment, and his brows unconsciously furrowed.
Wang Jiaer had already started to wipe his sweat. The closer he got to him, the more nervous he became. If he had known earlier, he would have stood in Wang Zunan's position. Okay.
Di Lire looked at Chen He's expression: "You frowned and realized that things weren't that simple."
Chen He exhaled a spicy breath, put down the spoon, and took a deep breath to ease the spiciness in his body. He then said, "It's not as spicy as I imagined."
This was the first time everyone had heard that there was a limit to how spicy food could be. They couldn't help but sigh at how good Chen He's language skills were. Most people couldn't catch up to him.
However, Chen He's description was still too abstract. He added, "It's a little spicy when you force me." This was way too spicy compared to the spicy prawns he had eaten in other people's restaurants when he was filming a show.
However, his patch was still very abstract. Everyone could not empathize with it. They did not know how spicy it was.
Wang Jiaer was so nervous that he couldn't help opening his mouth. When he heard Chen He say the word force, his eyes almost popped out. His mind was filled with thoughts: Brother, please don't scare me. I'm still a child.
After Chen He ate another mouthful of chili sauce, he put his hands on both sides of his head and pretended to be a pair of wings: "It's coming, it's coming. Oh, I'm flying, flying, I feel like I'm flying."
This was the rhythm of giving a mouthful of chili to fly into the sky.
He had just said that Li Cheng's performance was exaggerated, but it seemed that his performance wasn't very restrained.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Jia Ling laughed out loud. She felt that Chen He's acting didn't look like he ate chili, but more like he drank too much.
This was the first time she had seen someone drunk from eating chili.
Chen He put down his hands and took a deep breath: "If I eat another mouthful of this, I won't have any friends anymore."
"Really?" Wang Zunan asked while rejoicing that he didn't eat that spicy chili: "Then yours is spicy."
Chen He couldn't help but open his hands. He felt that his should be the spiciest. Wang Jiaer took out a piece of tissue from somewhere and began to wipe her sweat silently.
Everyone noticed him a little now, but no one knew why this child was suddenly sweating.
The director reminded: "Di Lire, it's your turn."
Only then did Di Lire's attention shift from Wang Jiaer: "It's my turn, right?"
Based on Chen He's reaction just now, she judged that the spiciest chili should be because Chen He was late, so she wasn't afraid of eating any spicy chili now. No matter how spicy it was, it shouldn't be as spicy as Chen He.
She calmly picked up the spoon and scooped up a mouthful of chili sauce.
She was originally full of confidence, but after eating it in one bite, her expression still froze for a moment. Her brows unconsciously tightened and there were already a few tears in her eyes.
She looked like a pear blossom in the rain: "There's a fried rice noodle in Xinjiang that's so spicy that my contact lenses fell out. It's a little similar to this. "
Wang Jiaer was already very nervous. When he heard Di Lire say that his contact lenses fell out, his eyeballs were about to fall out. He didn't know if he would be looked down upon if he said that he couldn't eat spicy food at this time.
He forcefully took a deep breath and blew at his scattered bangs to ease his nervousness. Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. Just one bite, one bite and you'll be fine. It's fine, it's fine.
On the other side, Di Lire continued to evaluate the chili she ate: "If it's not four, then it's five. I think."
Di Lire didn't reply. She was still tasting the chili sauce in her mouth.
Chen He wanted to get to the bottom of it: "You also don't have friends?"
Wang Jiaer asked nervously: "Do you have friends or not? Do you have friends? "
Di Lire was a little confused. Why didn't he ask if it was spicy or not? Why did he ask if she had friends?
So what was the connection between whether it was spicy or not and whether she had friends? She didn't really understand the logic of the two men beside her, but because she had eaten spicier things before, she felt that there wasn't a problem with her chili. So she still said: "I guess."
At the very least, regardless of whether this chili was spicy or not, she, Di Lire, had friends, and many, many good friends. She had friends. ....
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