Around the ti the brainwashing operation was about halfway complete, the waiter appeared carrying a large tray in both hands.
“Your duck stew and dumplings are ready.”
Then he started setting bowl after bowl down on the table.
BUBB BUBB BUBB......
True to the na Spicy Duck Stew, the bowls were filled with a violently red liquid at a furious boil.
The mont they saw it, tension filled the group’s faces.
“......”
“......”
They had heard people say it was spicy, but apparently none of them had expected it to be this bad.
Even Yeonwoo, who had actually been here once before, had a grim look on his face, probably because the mory from back then was coming flooding back.
The ti Shin Byeongcheol had puffed himself up and insisted it was not spicy at all, which had led everyone to competitively polish off an entire bowl each.
Honestly, it had been pretty rough.
Still, maybe this ti they could enjoy it in moderation.
While Seo Ye-in sat off to one side tearing off little pieces of dumpling and eating them, the rest cautiously picked up their spoons and began challenging the Spicy Duck Stew.
Dangyu-ri narrowed their eyes and let out an impressed comnt.
“It’s really spicy.”
Yeonwoo and Han Somi each added a word too.
“Mm.”
“It’s spicy, it’s spicy!”
Even so, they seed to get hooked on the sharp heat, because they kept moving their spoons.
Whenever it got too intense, they would pick up a dumpling and eat that too.
But compared to what was about to happen next, all of this was child’s play.
The waiter went back into the kitchen, then ca back out.
This ti, he was carrying sothing ominous.
It was definitely a bowl, yes, but it looked less like sothing from an inn and more like sothing ant to be used in a forge sowhere.
BUBB BUBB BUBB BUBB......
Not only was it boiling loudly, the heat and spicy aroma pouring off it were overwhelming.
“I made this one extra spicy for you.”
It was the duck stew made especially for Yong Yeonhwa, the one ant to “test the limits of human endurance.”
It was a masterpiece containing the pride and self-respect of the cook, a man who had handled spicy food his entire life.
When the waiter set that thing down in front of Yong Yeonhwa, everyone shifted a little farther away.
Seo Ye-in, who had already been sitting in a corner, retreated even farther.
“......”
“......”
While the others watched with a mix of interest, curiosity, and concern, Yong Yeonhwa picked up their spoon with perfect natural ease.
Then they scooped up that thing, put it into their mouth, and raised their eyes.
“It’s a little spicy.”
At that, the group quickly exchanged looks.
Everyone was obviously thinking the sa thing.
A little?
Spicy?
What kind of structure does your tongue even have?
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