Jia Li was delighted when Fu Hua served her the bowl of spicy chicken noodle soup in the bedroom. She clapped her hands excitedly and came down from the bed and went straight to sit on the couch.
When she saw the noodle soup herself, she praised Fu Hua for cooking for her. Next, she picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.
Fu Hua sat on the bed and watched her eat the noodles as if she hasn't eaten for days, but he couldn't help but remind her to slow down.
"Can you take it easy, the noodles are hot and spicy?"
Jia Li sniffed and said to him, "The noodles are not spicy the way I wanted them. Next time, we will cook it together. As for the hotness, it doesn't bother me because I want to sweat it out."
"Are you complaining right now?" Fu Hua inquired with furrowed brows. He had given it his all in other to prepare the spicy chicken noodle soup she wanted, and here she was, complaining about it not being spicy enough.
