This was the first time Qin Yan heard Tang Xiaoyun speak in the Sichuan-Yunnan dialect.
It was as sweet and pleasant as Mandarin, and it also had the unique gentle charm of Jiangnan.
Although Qin Yan didn't quite understand what she said, he liked Tang Xiaoyun talking like this. He felt that she was more charming than when she spoke Mandarin.
Tang Xiaoyun did not notice Qin Yan's strange behavior. She pulled him to a small table and sat down. She changed back to Mandarin and said,"I ordered something slightly spicy. You can try it first. If you still can't stand it, you can rinse it in water before eating ~"
Qin Yan stared at his girlfriend's fair and small face and suddenly grinned."Repeat this sentence in the Sichuan-Yunnan dialect for me.”
"Ah?"
Tang Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, and then her small face could not help but blush. She said with some embarrassment,"What? Do you like to hear me speak in dialect?”
Qin Yan nodded with a smile." Yes, I want to hear it. It sounds very good."”
Tang Xiaoyun rolled her eyes at Qin Yan flirtatiously before speaking in a leisurely dialect,"My order is slightly spicy. You can pick it up first. If you still can't stand it, you can rinse it in the water again ~"
"Hehehe ~"
Qin Yan laughed lightly and then shook his head. He sighed somewhat regretfully and said,""It's a pity that I don't quite understand. Otherwise, you could have kept talking to me in dialect.”
Tang Xiaoyun blinked her big eyes and smiled happily."Should I teach you? You'll understand once you get used to it ~"
Hearing this, Qin Yan was startled for a moment. Then, he also smiled and nodded."Sure, Teacher Tang."
"Cough cough ~"
Tang Xiaoyun sat up straight and said with a serious face,"Today, we'll eat hotpot. Let's learn how to say hotpot in dialect first.”
"Come, repeat after me, the second fire pot."
Qin Yan spoke in a very unfamiliar Sichuan-Yunnan dialect. Looking at the serious Tang Xiaoyun, he held back his laughter and read out,"Inferior Fire Pot!"
……
Qin Yan could not laugh very quickly.
That was because Sichuan and Chongqing hotpot was really spicy.
Even if it was only slightly spicy, Qin Yan still ate until his forehead was sweating, and even his lips were bright red.
However, he insisted on not rinsing it with water, because after rinsing it, there was no taste and it tasted nondescript.
Looking at Qin Yan who was constantly hissing from the spiciness.
Tang Xiaoyun felt his heart ache, but he also found it funny. He quickly ordered two bottles of cold beer for the boss.
Tsk ~
Tang Xiaoyun opened a bottle of cold beer with a bottle opener and handed it to Qin Yan with a reproachful face. He complained with worry,"If you can't eat such spicy food, then rinse it with water before eating it. Look at how spicy you've become.”
Qin Yan took the iced beer and directly took a big gulp into his mouth, letting out a long sigh of pleasure.
"Burp ~ It's fine. I'll be fine once I get used to it. The slightly spicy food is still within my tolerance range.”
"Hmph, be careful of getting hemorrhoids again ~" Tang Xiaoyun pouted. Then, he picked up the beef dripping with red chili oil from the steaming pot. As if he still thought it wasn't spicy enough, he dipped it in the chili water in front of him. Finally, he put it into his cherry mouth without changing his expression and chewed slowly.
Seeing this made Qin Yan sweat profusely. As expected of a genuine Sichuan Younger Sister. This was also too strong.
He was already very spicy just by eating the chili from the pot, but Tang Xiaoyun still had to rinse the chili with water before eating.
Moreover, Tang Xiaoyun rarely drank throughout the whole process, and his expression was normal.
On the other hand, Qin Yan drank a mouthful of cold beer every time he ate a mouthful of food to suppress the burning sensation on the tip of his tongue.
Just like that, not long after, Qin Yan did not eat much, but he had already drunk an entire bottle of beer.
Tang Xiaoyun found it funny, then leisurely crossed his legs and looked at Qin Yan provocatively."Young man, do you know how to draw wine fists? Give me two punches, and I'll drink with you ~"
"Eh?"
Qin Yan was stunned for a moment at first, then he also smiled.""I can't eat spicy food, but if you want to play boxing…you're just bumping into a gun.”
"Tell me, which one do you want to draw?"
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoyun's competitive spirit was also aroused. He snorted and said,"I only know how to drink fifteen to twenty times.”
"Come on ~"
Qin Yan also crossed his legs, crossed his fists, and prepared himself with a smile.
In his previous life, he had worked in the atmosphere group in a nightclub. It was no exaggeration to say that he was proficient in the art of boxing.
Even if it was the drunkard who drank every day, there were few who could beat Qin Yan too.
Although some luck was involved, the main factor was still psychological speculation.
In his previous life, in order to avoid being forced to drink by others at the wine table, Qin Yan had specially put in effort to research it.
Although no one dared to force him to drink in this life, he would not lose this skill.
The two of them got into position and sat in the hotpot restaurant to play boxing.
"Fifteen, twenty, ten!"
"Fifteen, twenty, fifteen!"
……
Half an hour later.
Tang Xiaoyun, who had won two and lost eight, had already downed eight glasses of beer.
Although it was only a disposable plastic cup, it was still two bottles or nearly three bottles.
Moreover, they were drinking the Deadly Snowflake!
This wine was very intoxicating. An average person would only have three to five bottles at most. Those who did not know how to drink would be able to directly pass out with one bottle.
Tang Xiaoyun had not fallen yet.
However, her face was already red and her eyes were blurred. It seemed that she was not far from falling.
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