gnovel Chapter 35 Spicy and Numbing, I Love It!
Chapter 35 Spicy and Numbing, I Love It!
Chapter 35 Spicy and Numbing, I Love It!
Su Mu gave the order.
Little Sizi was the first to reach out, grab a bamboo skewer, and pull it out.
It brought up a string of red oil beads.
The top piece is a chicken thigh meat, cut into cubes, completely soaked in red oil, and coated with white sesame seeds.
The little girl wasn't afraid of spicy food and took a big bite.
"Hiss—!"
Little Sizi gasped sharply, her face turning bright red instantly, but her eyes shone with an alarming intensity.
"Spicy! So spicy!"
She stuck out her tongue to fan herself, but couldn't resist taking a second bite. Her cheeks puffed out, and she mumbled, "It smells so good! It's icy cold, tingly, and my tongue is dancing!"
Li Lizhi followed closely behind.
She picked out a skewer of tripe.
The tripe was coated in chili oil and broth.
It's crisp and smooth on the palate, with a burst of spicy flavor that explodes in your mouth, followed by the rich aroma of chili oil, and finally a subtle sweet aftertaste.
"call----"
Li Lizhi let out a long breath, a fine layer of sweat instantly appearing on her forehead. "That was so satisfying! Eating this on such a hot day is simply—"
She couldn't find the right words, so she just buried herself in her work and started masturbating.
Fang Qingjun swallowed hard, looking at the two of them behaving so undignifiedly.
It's all red and oily; it looks terrifying.
"Won't you try some?" Su Mu handed over a skewer without anyone noticing.
A slice of lotus root is strung on top.
The lotus root slices were white, with only a ring of red oil around the edges, so they didn't look that grotesque.
Fang Qingjun hesitated for a moment before taking it.
She tried her best to maintain a ladylike demeanor and took a small, gentle bite.
Click!
crisp!
These lotus root slices were cooked to perfection, crisp and tender.
Then, the aroma that had been lingering at the tip of my nose finally settled on my tongue.
It didn't have the burning sensation in my throat that I had imagined.
Because it's a cold soup, the spiciness is much milder, with more aroma and numbing sensation. The roasted sesame seeds blend with the rich chili oil, coating the sweet lotus root slices.
Fang Qingjun's eyes widened suddenly.
This taste—
It's damn delicious!
She ate the whole piece of lotus root without even realizing it, not even noticing the sesame seeds stuck to the corners of her mouth.
Before she could even process what was happening, another string of skewers appeared in her hand.
This time it's boneless chicken feet.
"Try this." Su Mu sat back down in his recliner, watching the women fight over the food. "That one is the chewiest."
Fang Qingjun no longer cared about etiquette.
She took a bite of the chicken foot.
Crispy skin and bouncy meat, tangy and spicy flavor. The bones have been completely removed, leaving only tendons and meat that crunch in your mouth.
"This is too much!"
As Fang Qingjun chewed, she reached into the bowl to grab more, exclaiming, "It's so—so delicious!"
A spicy sensation surged up.
Her originally fair face quickly flushed red, fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her lips were swollen and bright red from the spiciness, as if she had applied the most vibrant lip rouge.
But his hands just wouldn't stop.
One after another.
I used to think this place was dirty and messy, but now I feel that it is the most top-notch restaurant in Chang'an!
"Don't grab it! That seaweed knot is the one I've got my eye on!" Li Lizhi tapped Fang Qingjun's hand with her chopsticks.
"Your Highness, I touched this one first!"
Fang Qingjun panicked, her usual gentle and virtuous demeanor vanishing completely. She instinctively reached out to protect the string of seaweed, saying, "You should eat the bamboo shoots!"
"The bamboo shoots are spicy!"
"Even the seaweed is spicy!"
The two exchanged blows, their bamboo skewers battling in the air.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the little ox stole the food from the pot, pushed aside the pile of empty skewers in front of him, and used both hands to pull out all the meat that was sticking out of the pot, holding it in his hands like a sword.
"It's all mine!"
The little girl's mouth was covered in red oil, and she was smiling so wide that her eyes disappeared from her mouth.
Su Mu watched as the pot of red soup emptied at a visible speed and shook his head.
"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
He popped a handful of raisins into his mouth. "These things have a strong aftereffect; be careful, or you'll have a stomachache tomorrow."
"Even if you have a stomachache, you should still have seven!"
Little Sizi, with a piece of chicken in his mouth, spoke with a lisp, "I'm bringing Sister Fang to Qi again tomorrow! Sister Fang just said she's taking this pot home!"
Fang Qingjun was sucking in cool breath from the spiciness of a potato slice when she heard this, and her face turned even redder.
Did she really say that just now?
It seems like they did say that.
She looked at the bare bamboo skewers in her hand, then at Su Mu, who was looking at her with a mocking gaze.
Done!
This dignified and virtuous persona has completely crumbled in front of this handyman today.
but----
Fang Qingjun licked the remaining red oil off her lips.
If I could eat this every day, I wouldn't care if it collapsed.
"Young Master Su."
Fang Qingjun mustered her courage, slammed the skewer in her hand on the table, her eyes burning, "Tomorrow—can you put more lotus root slices in tomorrow?"
I'd like to pack one up—for my dad to try.
Li Lizhi laughed heartily beside her, slapping her thigh: "It's all over! Prime Minister Fang's illustrious reputation is going to be ruined by these few strings of lotus root slices!"
Su Mu smiled and waved the palm-leaf fan in his hand even more enthusiastically.
"Okay."
"Bring your own ingredients, no credit allowed."
In the sunset over the backyard of the imperial kitchen, there appeared a prime minister's daughter, her mouth full of red oil, completely lacking in decorum but with a satisfied expression.
The pot of bright red cold pot skewers, including the broth and ingredients, was completely devoured, leaving not even a single sesame seed.
The night in Chang'an was deep, and the sound of the night watchman's clapper rang out after the second watch of the night.
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Inside the study of the Duke of Liang's mansion, candlelight flickered.
Fang Xuanling sat behind a large sandalwood desk, holding a draft of "Zhenguan Zhengyao" in his hands, but his brows were furrowed in a deep frown.
The tea beside the table had long since gone cold, and he had no appetite for it.
Fang Qingjun, the daughter of my own family, who usually stays at home all day and whose mind is always on music, chess, calligraphy and painting, has not returned home this late.
Although they went out with Princess Chang Le, what time is it now?
"Master, Miss is back."
The old butler reported in a low voice at the door, his tone strange, "But—"
"But what?" Fang Xuanling put down his book, rubbing his throbbing temples. "Did you get upset? Or did you cause trouble?"
"Not really—"
The old butler sniffed, as if trying to discern a certain scent in the air. "Miss—she came back carrying a food box, and that smell—"
Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
Fang Qingjun pushed open the door and entered.
The once dignified and quiet young lady now appeared somewhat disheveled.
Her hair was slightly loose, her hair ornaments were askew, and on her light blue Confucian skirt, one could still vaguely see a few red oil stains that hadn't been wiped clean.
The worst part was that as soon as she entered the room, an extremely domineering, spicy aroma mixed with the scent of roasted sesame instantly overpowered the stuffy smell of ink in the study.
Fang Xuanling was stunned.
This flavor is too aggressive.
It was as if a group of Hu women dressed in red had suddenly barged into the solemn imperial court and started dancing the hot Hu Xuan dance.
"father----"
Fang Qingjun nervously hid the food box behind her back, her face still flushed. "You haven't rested yet?"
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"Where have you been?"
Fang Xuanling's face hardened, his gaze falling on his daughter's swollen lips. "What happened to your lips? Did you get stung by an insect?"
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