"Who says I can't eat spicy food?" Lu Qingqing puffed up her face; she could handle spicy food just fine, okay? Spicy duck neck was her absolute favorite.
At night, when she went home and passed through the town, she would definitely buy another pack of spicy duck neck.
The numbing and spicy fragrance was so tantalizing that she couldn't help but salivate at the thought.
"I'm the one saying it," Fu Yisheng put the eggplant skewer that Ma Hong took out back into the glass cabinet, "Not to mention you can't have spicy skewers right now, even spicy duck neck is off the menu."
Lu Qingqing protested, "Fu Yisheng, you can't be a dictator like this!"
"Am I being a dictator just because I said no to chili peppers?"
"Of course."
Fu Yisheng thought for a moment then said, "Fine, then I'll be a dictator."
