After a private dining experience with spicy and sour noodles that left Rong Yan sweating profusely, her seaweed-like long hair draped softly down. Hidden beneath the duckbill cap, her melon seed-shaped face blushed red from the heat and spice, looking like a blooming poppy amidst her snow-white skin: a hint of innocence mixed with a rich, alluring charm!
Rong Yan kept sticking out her tongue from the spiciness, heartily devouring a large bowl of spicy and sour noodles and the hot and spicy soup laid out before her, all the while looking after Little Baby next to her. From time to time, she picked out a couple of quail eggs for him, rinsing them with tea to remove the spicy peppers before putting them in his bowl.
"Duidui, have an 'eggy'—they're nutritious."
