Plural Apostles

So, just pretend and deceive yourself a bit...

The sports car stopped slowly, Siegfried frowned slightly, and looked at the restaurants on the surrounding streets. He glanced at Hill who was dazed beside him: "Miss Hill, where is the delicious restaurant you mentioned? Are these ordinary restaurants on the street?"

"Don't call me Miss Hill, Siegfried." Hill tilted his head slightly, and smiled softly, "You can just call me Hill."

Siegfried naturally changed his address: "Okay then, where is the delicious restaurant you mentioned, Hill?"

"It's the Mala Tang in front."

"Malatang? What's so delicious about that kind of thing..."

"What if..." Hill showed a sly smile, "how about letting the boss add spice to his death?"

Siegfried frowned. Isn't this just a simple meal?

"Boss, this is the menu, and then add more spice to your death—remember, it's more spicy, even if you go to the hospital, it has nothing to do with you."

This is the first time that the boss who heard a customer order like this was quite speechless. He looked at the bottom of the pot that had been spiced up with some distress. What does it mean to add to the dead?The customers who usually come to eat in the store usually have a spicy taste, and some of them can eat spicy food, but it is just an extra layer of chili oil, that is, extra spicy soup pot.

But what does it mean to spice things up to death?

… put some vegetable leaves to boil in the extra spicy soup pot?Those boiled vegetable leaves can be considered as spicy as hell, right?

Another layer of chili oil?

Chopped green and red peppers and put them in together?

Dig two spoonfuls of chili oil?

More old oil?

While thinking about it, the boss found that he had turned all the ideas he thought of into reality—shouldn't he be able to eat people to death?

The soup base is ready, and the ordered dishes are put in and cooked. The boss puts the steaming soup pot on the table and turns on the stove: "Two guests, the meals you ordered...well, what do you need?" drink?"

Siegfried looked at the red-black soup pot. The aroma from this soup pot had a pungent spicy taste, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"No." Hill smiled and rejected the boss's kind proposal. She looked at Siegfried, "How is it? Master Qi has never eaten this kind of food, has he?"

"Are you trying to mess with me?" Siegfried raised his hand and waved in front of his nose, his brows twitching, "What's so delicious about this kind of thing? The high-end restaurant I booked at noon tastes much better than this kind of thing. It's also very nutritious."

"Aside from being full, isn't it just to have fun? Hehehe..."

Hill shook his index finger and said with a smile: "For the sake of eating happily—how about we feed each other food?"

???

Siegfried had question marks all over his head: "What's your reasoning?"

"Deal." Hill smiled slightly, "During the two months, what to do on a date is up to me."

"Okay." Siegfried shrugged, "Then feed each other..."

Hill picked up the chopsticks and picked up a cooked vegetable leaf from the pot. She put the vegetable leaf into the Siegfried bowl with pure eyes, and said softly, "Come on, eat quickly."

The vegetable leaves rolled in a circle in the spicy hell, they were still green, but they looked sloppy, covered with a layer of slowly flowing spicy red oil soup.

Siegfried reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the vegetable leaf into his mouth. He slightly widened his eyes, looked at the triumphant smile on Hill's face opposite him, tried hard to suppress his rebellious taste, and swallowed the thing After it went down, a burst of spicy taste rushed from his throat to the sky, making him want to open his mouth to inhale or cough.

But inhaling is too embarrassing. If you cough, it is easy for the spicy juice to choke your throat. At that time, tears can come out hot.

Hill took another vegetable leaf and put it into the Siegfried bowl, she smiled youthfully and mischievously: "Come on, eat quickly."

Siegfried first picked up a vegetable leaf for Hill, and then picked up the vegetable leaves in his own bowl. He smiled retaliatoryly: "Hill, you can eat too."

"Uh... Huh!"

"..." Siegfried looked at Hill who was taking a small breath and sticking out his tongue, and he deeply felt the difference between people. At least the other party didn't feel that this behavior of sticking out his tongue and breathing was so embarrassing, and he felt it too. The other party is not ashamed, because the face is really pretty, "Come on, Hill! Try this green pepper again!"

"Hmm... ha... come, try this spicy beef..."

"Yo ho! There is still a vegetable leaf here, Miss Hill, please!"

"Hiss... hiss...here is a piece of bean curd, Mr. Scumbag, please!"

The two crazily and happily put all kinds of food into each other's bowls, and at the same time ate each other's food in their own bowls in great pain. After Hill gave Siegfried a spoonful of red soup first, Siegfried also vomited. Touching his tongue to soothe the spicy taste he had never experienced in his mouth, he decisively backhanded a piece of old ginger for Hill.

The philosophical question of why people are obsessed with hurting each other may be answered here.

What is this young couple doing?I really don't understand it, maybe it's because I'm old, the young people nowadays...

The owner of the bar shook his head, and put a few cans of milk in his hand into the small refrigerator. The two of them will definitely buy it later, so let's keep it cold first.

In the end, the two were sweating profusely, hiccupped, and left smiling at each other, leaving only a layer of waste in the soup pot...

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the next day……

"Hmm... ah... what a vicious woman..."

drop by drop...

"Hello? Kun Ming, what do you want?"

"Didn't you make an appointment to go to KTV together tonight? Why haven't you come yet?"