The dish was spicy, numbing, and fragrant. He watched the bowl, where a layer of chili powder covered the red oil, still bubbling slightly with a SIZZLE.
Wu Yun's mouth watered just looking at it, his appetite completely awakened.
He'd been away from home for a while now and had tried both local Modu cuisine and other regional dishes. But for Wu Yun, who had a strong preference for spicy flavors, trying something new was fine once in a while, but he couldn't eat it regularly.
Wu Yun picked up a slice of meat coated in chili with his chopsticks and placed it in Bai Yue's bowl, the red oil immediately seeping into her white rice. "Come on, eat. Don't worry so much. When Zhang Peng gets here, I'll see for myself who this guy thinks he is!"
Wu Yun had barely finished speaking when a loud voice with a distinct Capital City accent rang out from behind him. "Who is it that wants to see me?"
