Chapter 43

Seeing Rong Yan look completely satisfied after taking a sip of the soup, Su Yu suddenly wanted to try it too. However, he hesitated after he had glanced at the scarily red rice noodles. “Are you sure we can eat this thing?”

All of a sudden, Rong Yan wanted to see how a dignified and perfect person like Su Yu looked like when he was eating cheap rice noodles. She said with a smile, “Of course. If not, why do you think I’m eating? It’s really delicious. Try it if you don’t believe me.”

Rong Yan scooped a spoonful of soup and placed it by Su Yu’s mouth. “Here. Taste it. It’s really good…”

Su Yu furrowed his eyebrows. His first thought wasn’t whether the spoon was clean, but… that Rong Yan just ate noodles using the same spoon.

Suddenly, he recalled hugging Rong Yan and kissing her in an intense and intimate manner in the private room that night. He could not forget the taste, even until now.

Su Yu continued to keep his mouth shut while Rong Yan kept her arm raised. She even flashed him an eye smile.

Finally, that mouthful of rice noodle soup entered Su Yu’s mouth. However, in the next second, his face flushed red, and he broke out into a coughing fit. He hurriedly took the cooled tea beside him and downed it all, not caring if it was dirty or not.

“Cough, cough… Cough, cough… W—Why is it so spicy…”

Su Yu’s eyes were red from his coughs, and he was glaring at Rong Yan with tightly clenched teeth. However, he looked so pitiful that his glare had no power at all.

Rong Yan laughed blankly, wanting to pass it off. “Oh, you can’t take spice? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? If I knew, I would have told them to not put any chili in it.”

“Hmpf…” Su Yu turned away as if he was a grown child throwing a temper.

“Since you can’t take spice, I’ll get them to make another bowl for you. I’ll eat your bowl.” Rong Yan reached out to move that bowl of rice noodles closer to her.

‘Slap!’ Su Yu slapped Rong Yan’s hand away.

“I’ve never seen a woman who eats so much as you do. Isn’t a large bowl enough for you? You’re even thinking of eating mine.” Su Yu was pretty, exquisite, and he looked like an angel. The way he looked as he glared at Rong Yan made her find it very interesting. Especially because his pale face was completely flushed like he had kowtowed. With that kind of expression, he looked even prettier than girls.

Rong Yan thought silently that probably a family like his could protect a beauty like him.

“But you can’t take spice?”

“Who said that I can’t take it? I just… don’t eat it often.”

Rong Yan gestured for him to enjoy.

Like he was walking onto an execution ground, Su Yu picked up his chopsticks.

Twenty minutes later…

“Cough, cough, cough. It’s so spicy, so spicy… You have so many chicken pieces, but why do I have only a few? This can’t do… Boss, give me another bowl. I want a bigger one.”

Rong Yan slowly sipped on her cup of tea as she worriedly stared at Su Yu. “You… don’t have to force yourself. How about you stop eating…”

Su Yu’s lips were already swollen from the spice. They were completely red and looked ambiguous as if he had engaged in an intense kiss that came with an alluring and sinful taste (though it was the taste of rice noodles).

Su Yu slapped the table. “What do you mean by forcing myself? Rong Yan, how can you be so stingy? You’re treating me but you’re not letting me be full?”

Rong Yan nodded. “Alright, alright. You can eat, you can eat.”

Half an hour passed, and the two walked out of the rice noodles store. Rong Yan asked, “Young Master Yu, what do you think? Was it good?”

Su Yu caressed his lips that were numbed from the spice. He then answered contrary to his thoughts. “Hm, it tastes… alright.”

Rong Yan pouted. Tsk, he was just an arrogant thing.