The Chili Kitchen.
The food at this restaurant was very spicy, and of course, very flavorful.
Chili Kitchen didn't mean all the dishes were spicy. Most were, with varying degrees from mild, medium, to extremely hot. If you couldn't handle spice, it was best not to come here.
Lou Yimo was crying, sobbing uncontrollably.
She was crying from the spice.
"Didn't you say you could eat spicy food?" Yang Feilong watched Lou Yimo drink water in large gulps and cry non-stop, couldn't help but laugh.
"You're still laughing," Lou Yimo said, her anger and shame mixed. "How could I have known it would be this spicy!"
"Super spicy. The name of the dish already told you," Yang Feilong shrugged, suppressing a smile. "If you can't handle super spicy, eat something less so."
"I refuse to believe it, that I can't conquer this super spiciness!" Lou Yimo gritted her teeth, her face full of unwillingness.
"People should really know their own limits!" Yang Feilong said playfully.
"......"
Then, the defiant Lou Yimo cried again: "My lips are swollen, it's all your fault!"
Yang Feilong: "......"
That has a very ambiguous meaning, doesn't it?
I didn't do anything!
"What does this have to do with me? I didn't do it!" Yang Feilong said helplessly.
"Didn't you bring me to Chili Kitchen?" Lou Yimo huffed.
"That's true, but I didn't tell you to order the super spicy dish!" Yang Feilong claimed innocence.
"It's all your fault!"
"Alright, it's my fault!"
Women, after all, have their unreasonable moments.
Before, Yang Feilong had always thought Lou Yimo was the demure, proper type. As he got to know her, he realized he was wrong. Lou Yimo sometimes exhibited a more childlike personality.
Of course, it might also be that now they were more familiar with each other, she felt comfortable acting spoiled.
Lou Yimo herself didn't know why she suddenly showed this side of herself. Perhaps it was the grievance she felt earlier in the evening, coupled with crying from the spice. Yang Feilong had helped her out of a difficult situation before, and then later, he was the one who 'made her cry,' so she instinctively let loose a bit of her true nature, which was to act a little spoiled towards Yang Feilong.
"Eating this won't be so spicy," Yang Feilong said, taking a pill from his pocket and handing it to Lou Yimo.
"Are you trying to drug me in broad daylight?" Lou Yimo's face flushed.
"......" Hearing this, Yang Feilong prepared to take the pill back. "Ungrateful. Forget it."
"I want it, give it to me!" Lou Yimo snatched the pill from Yang Feilong's hand, her face red. "If you drug me, I'll accept it."
"......"
You're a clever one!
Yang Feilong thought he saw through Lou Yimo's intentions, but alas, his affection was unrequited.
After Lou Yimo swallowed the pill, her burning lips and throat felt incredibly cool.
Her eyes brightened. "What is this medicine? It tastes so good, and I feel refreshed all over."
"A medicine to clear heat, dispel fire, calm the mind, and detoxify," Yang Feilong shrugged. "The effect is quite good!"
"If this kind of medicine could be mass-produced, it would make endless amounts of money!" Lou Yimo said excitedly.
"I don't have any plans for that yet," Yang Feilong shook his head.
This was a pill he refined himself, so naturally, it was effective. But to turn it into medicine for mass production would be difficult. He'd think about it when he figured out a way to produce it in bulk.
Of course, if it could be mass-produced, it would indeed be a guaranteed seller!
Even if the effect was only a tenth of his refined pills, it could still monopolize the market.
"Is that so?" Lou Yimo said with some regret. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Then when do you plan to release this medicine?"
"Later. I'll earn a certain amount of money first. However, I will prepare some similar medicines and feature them in the shops!" Yang Feilong said.
Every major pharmacy would stock some, of course, at a very high price.
Fuyuan Grand Pharmacy currently had some in stock, but they hadn't released it yet because Yang Feilong was worried it would sell out quickly. This pill had wide applications, good effects, and a large demand.
There were plenty of wealthy people!
He'd produce it when he needed money, or when he encountered someone with a particular need.
It would be a treasure for the shop!
Actually, Yang Feilong intended to release it properly only when it could be mass-produced.
After taking the pill, Lou Yimo felt refreshed. Even the super spicy food no longer felt unbearably pungent, but rather quite enjoyable.
Thus, the two of them ate until ten o'clock at night.
Yang Feilong drove Lou Yimo back to her residential complex.
"Is this the place you rent?" Yang Feilong asked.
"Mhm," Lou Yimo nodded.
Well, after asking, Yang Feilong felt he had asked a foolish question. Lou Yimo had no money. Although she had received some compensation from her father before, houses in Lan Hai City were so expensive!
"I'll buy you a house tomorrow!" Yang Feilong said.
"No," Lou Yimo refused repeatedly.
Yang Feilong looked at Lou Yimo.
The latter, her face flushed, looked at Yang Feilong and said a bit awkwardly, "What is our relationship? Why would you buy me a house? If you don't make it clear, I won't accept it."
"......"
Yang Feilong had a questioning look.
"Aren't you my secretary? A secretary represents the image of the boss," Yang Feilong said helplessly.
This girl was overthinking again!
"Just because I'm your secretary?" Lou Yimo's voice was filled with disappointment.
"What else? What else do you want?" Yang Feilong thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud. He felt it would sound strange if he did.
"I still don't want it," Lou Yimo shook her head.
She didn't care about material possessions.
As she spoke, she glanced at Yang Feilong. He maintained a not-too-close, not-too-far distance from her, like a friend, or like a colleague.
Seeing Lou Yimo say this, Yang Feilong was helpless. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Didn't I tell you before? I asked you to be my life and work secretary!"
Lou Yimo looked at Yang Feilong with her large, beautiful eyes.
"I'm buying a villa tomorrow, and you can live in it. When there are work matters, you'll be my work secretary, and at home, you'll be my life secretary," Yang Feilong carefully chose his words and said.
"When there's work, you're the secretary, and when there's nothing..." Lou Yimo's voice trailed off, her face flushing, unable to finish.
"Ahem," Yang Feilong almost choked.
"Don't think too much about it. We are purely friends."
"Friends? Aren't we colleagues?" Lou Yimo blinked her cute, beautiful eyes at Yang Feilong.
"......"
He really hadn't expected Lou Yimo to suddenly become so playful.
"Boss," Lou Yimo said very seriously, looking at Yang Feilong.
"Ah, what is it?" Yang Feilong looked at the suddenly serious Lou Yimo and felt a bit unaccustomed.