Qiao Zijin could not have spicy food. If she had them, she would have acne on her face and her back.
In the past, when Ding Jiayi was in charge of the meals, she usually cooked the meals according to Qiao Zijin's preference. Qiao Dongliang, who had to have spicy food to go with his rice, had to quit this habit of his. Occasionally, when he craved for spicy food, he would have them outside.
The reason why Qiao Dongliang did not say anything was that he thought that Qiao Nan did not like spicy food as well. At least, that was what Ding Jiayi told him.
But her lies were exposed today.
"No, I can do it. But there isn't any chili at home." Ding Jiayi tried to put up the last fight. If she added chili to the small yellow croaker, it was almost impossible for Zijin to eat them.
"Don't worry. I will go buy some." Qiao Dongliang put down his briefcase and cycled off.
