It wasn't until they reached the restaurant that Wen Nian vaguely remembered that the last time Shen Jun gathered in the capital, there seemed to be that girl too. However, she couldn't remember her name at all.
"Why are you in a daze?" Shen Jun tapped her forehead lightly. "Sister Juan said that you have to control your weight. Don't be too indulgent for the next two days. This Sichuan cuisine is not bad. You like spicy food, but control yourself."
Wen Nian looked at the eight dishes in front of her and was a little speechless. She had to eat eight dishes at a time when she had to control her diet. If she didn't control herself, would she have to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?
However, looking at the bright red Sichuan cuisine, she drooled. She picked up a piece of Mapo Tofu. It was indeed authentic Sichuan cuisine. It was spicy, fragrant and delicious.
