Those who like to cook are good people

Wu Ci was a little surprised, why did he come here to eat, did he live nearby?Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Heng called out again: "Wu Ci?"

"Ah?" Wu Ci responded, and immediately said, "Of course, you can sit down."

Yan Heng sat down to order.But Wu Ci began to feel a little uncomfortable, put away the Nokia and stopped playing, staring at the menu on the side in a daze.

"Stop playing with your phone?" Yan Heng saw him looking bored.

Wu Ci shook his head and lied: "No more games when the battery is out."

Yan Heng snorted, took his words seriously, took out his mobile phone and said to him, "Do you want to play with me?"

Wu Ci shook his head and said no, the food will be served soon.

Yan Heng continued to ask: "What's your mobile phone number? I'll save one."

Wu Ci reported a number, watched Yan Heng holding his iPhone and kept pressing it, thinking that I would change it this winter vacation, but I definitely couldn't afford this one.

Feeling a shock in his pocket, Wu Ci took out his phone and saw the new text message. He clicked on it and saw the word Yan Heng written on it.Pressed the phone and saved his number.

Wu Ci's maocai came up first, and Yan Heng couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw the bowl of maocai floating in red oil, and said, "You really can eat spicy food."

But I saw the person on the opposite side smiled shyly and said, "It's not spicy, it's not delicious."

Yan Heng rested his chin on his hands and looked at Wu Ci, watching his face turn red from eating spicy food, his normally whitish lips turned crimson, and the tip of his nose seemed to be a little sweaty.

Wanting to reach out to wipe him off, Yan Heng suddenly had this idea in his mind.

The waiter next to him brought Yan Heng's as well, and the smell of tomatoes made Wu Ci look up.

Yan Heng asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Wu Ci nodded, afraid that the red oil on his chopsticks would drip into the chopsticks and wanted to change the pair of chopsticks, but when he saw that the bucket of chopsticks was gone and was about to call the waiter, he saw Yan Heng holding a piece of luncheon meat with his chopsticks and stretching it out in front of him.

Wu Ci was a little embarrassed, but he heard Yan Heng say, "I can't hold it anymore." So Yan Heng's hand ate the luncheon meat into his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste of the tomato soup made Wu Ci's eyes brighten. He swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "The tomato tastes good too."

Yan Heng smiled, reached out and took some from his bowl of red oil soup and put it into his mouth.

Really, very spicy.

Seeing Yan Heng eating a large piece of cabbage with a blank expression, Wu Ci reminded: "There may be pepper in it, don't bite it."

Yan Heng just bit into a prickly ash fruit, and his tongue went numb.But seeing Wu Ci staring at him with bright eyes, he still chewed and swallowed it whole.

"Fortunately, I was lucky not to eat it."

Wu Ci helped him pour a glass of water and handed it to him, "You don't seem to be very good at chili?"

Yan Heng took it and took a big sip. He was about to say that he can't eat spicy food very much, but he saw Wu Ci smiling and looking at him with a small dimple on the corner of his mouth.

So he said, "No, I can eat spicy food."