Author: Wei Wen Ming Xiang

In the cold winter in Kyoto, he even only wore a vest and had tattoos on his left and right arms. His face was full of flesh, with a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked at her unabashedly with his foul-smelling eyes like a rat.

Shen Qing frowned in disgust and pressed the phone quietly.

"Not alone."

"Why didn't I see your companion?" The man grinned, showing his teeth that were yellowed by smoking. Shen Qing felt sick at the sight, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

Shen Qing looked in the direction of the counter. Whether it was the cashier or the receptionist, they all pretended not to notice the movement here, and their eyes did not fall here.

She finally understood that they were also afraid of the bully in front of them.

Even if you don't dare to come forward to help, you should secretly call the police anyway, right?

Shen Qing coughed loudly, "I want to eat the spicy mandarin duck pot, and I also want to order one of the store's signature dishes."

The medium spicy mandarin duck pot costs 68 per portion, and the signature dish of this restaurant is a mutton dish called Hua Tuan Jin Chuo, priced at 42.

The hint was so obvious that she didn't believe the clerk couldn't understand it.

The man stood in front of Shen Qing, completely blocking Shen Qing's sight, and said fiercely: "Stop playing tricks on me. Either you will be more obedient and follow me now, or stop blaming me for using violence."

"Who are you asking to follow you?" A voice sounded from the doorway of the store, "Although it's night now, it's not the time for you to act recklessly."

Shen Qing remembered what she had said to Xie Mingchao, that he always came so timely.

The tense string in her heart relaxed instantly, and she breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

The man turned his head and when he saw Xie Mingchao's appearance, he couldn't help laughing: "You are such a pretty boy, I can knock you down with just one finger!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't plan to take action myself," Xie Mingchao stepped out of the way, "I called the patrol officer in the jurisdiction."

Two policemen with batons walked straight into the store and came straight towards the man.

The man was immediately frightened and smiled flatteringly: "Brothers, I'm just chatting with this beauty."

"Strike up a conversation?" the policeman sneered, "We heard what you just said."

Another policeman directly put his arm up and asked, "Do you want to come with us by yourself, or do we take you away by force?"

After the man was carried away, Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your evil constitution has really not changed at all." Xie Mingchao put a bottle of room-temperature orange juice in front of her and sat down opposite her.

"It's not so much that I invite evil, it's better that you are here every time," Shen Qing said half-jokingly, "we are each other."

"Maybe I made you unlucky," he lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep tone, "after all, you are lucky enough to always guess the multiple-choice questions correctly, as well as the lottery."

"It bothers me that I have always been so lucky," she said in a relaxed tone. "What's more, I always turn bad luck into good luck. How can I be considered unlucky?"

Xie Mingchao raised his eyes and looked at her, with a smile on his face again, "Well, what you said makes sense."

"I ordered medium spicy, are you okay?" Shen Qing picked up the menu and pointed to the check mark next to medium spicy.

"Kyoto people like spicy food very much," he looked at her with a half-smile, "it's you who will have problems. I suggest you change it to mildly spicy."

She doesn't believe in evil and firmly chooses medium spicy food.

"I don't believe it. How spicy can medium spicy be?"

It wasn't until the red pot bottom was served that Shen Qing felt timid.

"Um...I suddenly felt it was a bit spicy," she picked up the spoon and stirred it in the clear soup pot, "I'd better drink the soup."

Xie Mingchao calmly put all the vegetables into the spicy pot, leaving only the green vegetables on the side.

Before Shen Qing could stop her, she could only watch helplessly as the meat she was longing for rolled into the heat of the spicy pot, and soon it floated up with chili peppers floating on it.

He also thoughtfully put several pieces of meat into her bowl, "Eat it, it's done."

She looked at the meat in the bowl with half-squinted eyes and asked hesitantly: "Do you really want to eat it?"

Xie Mingchao put down his chopsticks and planned to look at her, "Eat it, someone set it up on his own. He must keep his word."

Shen Qing picked it up with difficulty and brought it to his mouth. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched it, he choked and coughed violently.

Xie Mingchao unscrewed the orange juice and handed it to him, "Drink it."

She hurriedly took it and took a few sips before she could barely suppress the spicy taste that began to rise in her throat.

He sneered: "Shen Qing, you are too inferior."

"Then you eat, what's the point of just watching me make a fool of myself?" Shen Qing choked so much that her face turned red, and even her lips became brighter.

Xie Mingchao calmly picked up a piece of mutton, dipped it several times in the spicy pot, and rolled it around in a bowl full of chili peppers.

He swallowed it calmly, then raised his eyes to look at her, "Nothing happened."

As if to prove that he could do it, Shen Qing put in a lot of meat and ate it all in one go.

As a result, her coughing continued during the second half of the session.

Xie Mingchao ignored the price difference and ordered another bottle of orange juice to relieve her spicy taste, while he drank boiled water calmly.

Shen Qing was so tortured that she burst into tears, her eyes were red, and she looked pitiful.

But Xie Mingchao just laughed mockingly and didn't look at her again. He went to the cashier to pay the bill.

Shen Qing followed quickly and saw the payment amount, 328. Fortunately, it was not too expensive and he should be able to afford it.

But then she thought about it, two people could eat more than three hundred dollars, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was too good at eating.

"Sorry, Miss, it's not that we don't want to help you," the cashier looked at Shen Qing apologetically, "That man is a well-known bully here, and he often harasses our customers in the name of collecting protection money.

I have called the police many times, but he has not committed any substantive crime. The police cannot arrest him directly and can only give him a verbal warning. I actually understood your hint just now and was ready to call the police, but your boyfriend arrived in time. Just gave up."

Shen Qing didn't know how many times she heard others misunderstand their relationship. Just as she was about to explain, Xie Mingchao looked sideways.

"What hint?"

"The price of the dishes is a hint," the cashier explained excitedly, "the lady is very smart, using the pot base of 68 and the dishes of 42 to make 110."

Xie Mingchao praised without meaning anything: "Oh, it's quite impressive."

Shen Qing responded with a fake smile: "Thank you for the compliment."

On the way back, Shen Qing could smell the hot pot smell all the time on her body.

She moved closer to Xie Mingchao and said, "It's even on you, so I'll have a psychological balance."

Xie Mingchao raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Gods who come to eat hot pot have to get it."

When the elevator stopped on the fourth floor, Shen Qing suddenly said: "Um...Xie Mingchao."

He responded in a tired voice: "Huh?"

The ending note was like a slide that stopped after running around for a while, which made Shen Qing's heart itch.

"I'm going back to City A tomorrow morning, and I won't see you for at least twenty days. Today is our last meeting before the Lunar New Year, so as a friend, can I give you a hug?"
Chapter completed!