Ma Ming smiled broadly, "Chili peppers aren't just red."
Little Taotie: "..."
"There are yellow ones, green ones, and even orange ones."
Little Taotie's face suddenly turned pale, she turned her back, her whole face buried in the couch, her little bottom facing outward, looking completely unwilling to face any of this.
Ma Ming was about to die laughing, and said quite wickedly, "Actually, aside from chili peppers, there's mustard, black pepper, and so on. You never know what a vengeful spirit used to like, and some folks have unique tastes, liking snail noodle soup, durian, stinky tofu..."
Little Taotie covered her little ears, not wanting to listen at all.
Hua Jinyan punched Ma Ming hard.
Her small fist hit Ma Ming on the shin, yet Ma Ming didn't feel any pain at all, instead he grinned and said, "Master has been having backaches and pains recently, if you've got spare energy, why not give your master a back massage?"
Hua Jinyan: "..."
