Ouyang Rong shook his head, without raising his eyelids, and said indifferently:

"There are only extra spicy and non-spicy recipes in my recipes. Slightly spicy is just a clever excuse."

"..." Su Dalang and Yan Liulang.

Then, under the awed gazes of the three people across from him, Ouyang Rongshi took a bowl of spicy soup, tilted the corner of his mouth, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

Well, it’s time to show off some real skills... Holy shit!

The crooked smile on someone's lips suddenly solidified.

Yan Liulang, Su Dalang, Liu Ashan, as well as the guests and maids at several tables next to him who were attracted by Ouyang Rong's domineering speech, all looked curious and looked at him carefully, who was stuck in his movements.

Ouyang Rong silently put down the half-full bowl of spicy soup, looked at everyone for a while, and swallowed quietly.

His mouth trembled slightly, but he tried his best to suppress the numb and twitching corners of his mouth.

Blinking quickly, he smiled stiffly with facial muscles, lowered his voice and spoke:

"It's... not bad, no... it's just that."

Then, under the increasingly weird looks of everyone, the young county magistrate puffed up his cheeks again and went to pick up a few other dishes with chopsticks. As a result, he became more and more silent as he ate. In the end, everyone around him could hear the "hiss" sound.

The sound of gasping.

Just listening to this sound made melon eaters feel thirsty and spicy in their mouths.

"How about forgetting it..."

Yan Liulang and others hesitated to speak. Ouyang Rong glared at them and then shut up.

Ouyang Rong took a few chopsticks in disbelief, but after eating, he couldn't help turning his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"Come here, get...get some cold rice."

"..." Everyone.

Ouyang Rong turned around with a forced smile on his face: "Let's order a few dishes of mild spicy food for you...you guys can eat."

Yan Liulang, Su Dalang and others nodded quickly and went to call the maid to add more dishes.

Ouyang Rong slapped away the glass of warm water that Yan Liulang was so kindly handed to him, glared at him, and then took a sip of cold water from the water bag that Ashan carried with him.

Unfortunately, another flavor was added to the menu. The young county magistrate let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at the table of dishes with a somewhat complicated look. Good guy, this Yunshuilou cook has something special.

He actually met his opponent in chess.

Not long after, new mildly spicy dishes were finally delivered.

Everyone moved their chopsticks again.

Hmm, this is Nanlong’s hometown cuisine... Could it be that he’s from the same hometown?

Ouyang Rong, Yan Liulang and others, who had regained their composure, ate with gusto and couldn't help but think to themselves.

After tea and rice were full, Ouyang Rong took the lead to put down his chopsticks. Just as he was about to start a business exchange, his body suddenly stiffened and he couldn't help but look around, his face seemed to be confused...

But soon, he calmed down his expression, continued to pick up his chopsticks, and stared at the half plate of leftovers in front of him without saying a word.

Yan Liulang and Su Dalang were immersed in eating rice and didn't notice.

Only Liu Ashan turned to look at the old man who was behaving a little strangely, but he seemed to be used to him often being distracted while eating, so the dull man looked away.

Only Ouyang Rong knew that he was not in a daze at the moment, but...a little confused.

Because there is a vibrating egg in my mind... No, it's the blessing bell that has started to tremble again.

It’s a new blessing!

Moreover, the purple phantom in front of me was rolling endlessly, and the bell body was trembling and moaning much more violently than last time.

It seems that a lot of merit has been consumed...
Chapter completed!