Wen Xiaoya glared viciously at Mu Shuangshuang and almost snatched the piece of lamb, freshly coated with sauce, from Mu Shuangshuang's hand.
Mu Shuangshuang still looked troubled, "Miss Wen, this really isn't okay, our tastes don't..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Wen Xiaoya had already started stuffing the lamb into her mouth.
Maybe she was too rushed; Wen Xiaoya gulped down a piece of lamb, and suddenly, her whole mouth felt like it was on fire.
"Ah... it's so spicy..." Wen Xiaoya cried out.
"Miss Wen, I told you, I have a heavy taste, but you... ah, now you've suffered for it!" Mu Shuangshuang said helplessly from the side.
Wen Xiaoya almost went mad, her tongue nearly exploding, both spicy and salty, her face as red as a monkey's bottom.
"Water... water..."
She stuck out her tongue while frantically searching for water.
Xing Beichen rolled his eyes and handed his wine to Wen Xiaoya: "Here's some water, drink it!"
