"Um, I thought people who like spicy food would enjoy this extremely spicy flavor." An Ran scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed.
Mu Xingfeng's eyes darkened upon hearing this. She still remembered that he liked spicy food, she did it for him. A feeling called being moved rose from his heart.
Mu Xingfeng stood up, took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator, poured a cup for An Ran, and then picked up a piece of chicken, removed the skin, and put it in An Ran's bowl: "Eat, this should be better. If it's still too spicy, drink some juice. Don't drink any more alcohol."
An Ran obediently nodded, picked up the chicken and took a bite, indeed, the spiciness of the chicken had lessened considerably.
"If you can't handle spicy food, we can make non-spicy dishes when we eat together in the future," Mu Xingfeng suddenly said.
