When Is The Next Time

Jin Nian was afraid that the spiciness would make Lu An feel uncomfortable. However, it wouldn't be considered Maocai if it wasn't spicy at all.

Lu An took one bite after another. He endured the spiciness and kept praising this dish.

Only then did Jin Nian feel relieved. She scooped rice for herself and Lu An. She ate her lunch happily with the braised vegetables she made.

After the meal, Lu An said calmly, "You can make it lighter next time."

But at this moment, Lu An's forehead was already covered in a thin layer of sweat. His skin was fair, and his cheeks were pink from the spiciness. Even his lips were slightly red and swollen.

Jin Nian looked at Lu An helplessly and quickly handed him a glass of cold water.

Seeing that Lu An's lips were red and swollen, she couldn't help but lean over and touch them with her fingertips. "You look so tempting now."

Lu An snorted softly, patted her butt, and pulled Jin Nian into his arms.