"Master, if it's too spicy, don't force yourself."
Mo Ruyue saw that Ming Sihan was sweating and couldn't help but worry.
This sweat was a little abnormal.
"It's just a little spicy. I'm fine."
Why would he lower his head because of chili?
Beads of sweat appeared on Ming Sihan's forehead, and his face turned red.
Mo Ruyue quickly snatched Ming Sihan's noodles.
This man really cared about his face.
She clearly couldn't eat spicy food, but she was still stuffed.
He was almost turned into a fool by the spiciness.
"What are you doing?"
Ming Sihan frowned when he saw his bowl being snatched away by Mo Ruyue.
"I like spicy food. You can eat mine."
Mo Ruyue handed her bowl of non-spicy food to Ming Sihan.
Although she didn't particularly like spicy food, she could still eat a little.
"That bowl…"
He had already eaten half of it.
