By the time the waiter brought Zhang Xiaohua's spicy chicken offal and five big bowls of white rice on a tray, Zhang Xiaohua had already drunk three pots of tea and his stomach was growling with hunger.
However, when Zhang Xiaohua saw the plate of chicken offal covered in red chili, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded and asked blankly, "Waiter, is this the dish I ordered?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Yes, sir, this is our famous special dish, spicy chicken offal. It has a mix of spiciness and numbness, and the flavor is quite delicious. It's a must-order dish for people who love chili."
Zhang Xiaohua made a bitter face. Indeed, the menu clearly stated that it was spicy, so why didn't he ask more about it? The waiter had even asked him a few times, but why didn't he pay attention?
Alas, he had been too greedy for a cheap deal.
Perhaps the dish was indeed delicious, but Zhang Xiaohua just couldn't handle spicy food.
