One person: Brother Wang Ye, I leveled up by rebelling!

Chapter 122

Hokkaido.

After the plane landed, it did not land in Kyoto as Chen Mulin said, but in Hokkaido.

At an open-air stall, Zhong Xiao and Wang Zhenqiu sat obediently, waiting for their food to be served.

The main sales here are raw food such as sashimi.

Sashimi is one of the most representative dishes in island cuisine. It usually uses fresh seafood, such as tuna, salmon, cod, etc., which are cut into thin slices and then eaten directly with condiments such as mustard and soy sauce.

Because the island country has rich fishery resources along the coast, fresh seafood is easy to obtain. In addition, the island people pursue the freshness and original taste of the ingredients. They believe that raw food can retain the original flavor and nutritional components of the food to the greatest extent, so they advocate eating raw food.

Our ancestors learned how to use fire with great difficulty, why are we having to regress?
Zhong Xiao is a traditional country man. Although he lived in the coastal area in his previous life, he never ate raw food and had a natural aversion to raw food.

I'm always afraid there might be some parasites in there or something.

The food in this restaurant is basically fished up from the seaside and then immediately sent to a nearby store, where they kill the fish while they are still alive and kicking, and then cut into pieces.

It is fresh, but the parasites may also be fresh!

Parasite: Hey, you’re so polite. You’re giving me such a big new home?
Moreover...regarding this seafood, there is also the shameless issue of nuclear wastewater discharge, which makes Zhong Xiao even more afraid to eat it.

Looking at the two plates of tender white fish on the table, Wang Zhenqiu examined them for a while, picked up a piece, dipped it in soy sauce and put it into his mouth.

“…Qiu’er, haven’t you heard of nuclear waste water? How dare you eat it?” Zhong Xiao complained.

"Ah? Wastewater? What wastewater?" Wang Zhenqiu was quite confused.

Zhong Xiao slapped his head and almost forgot that the Japanese in this world were of a slightly higher quality and did not discharge nuclear wastewater, so there was no need to worry about eating Godzilla seedlings.

"Brother Zhong, what are you afraid of? We are all eating here. At worst, we can just run to the toilet together!"

Wang Zhenqiu picked up another piece of fish and smacked it in his mouth. The meat was indeed tender, but it had more of a soy sauce flavor. The island country's soy sauce is well-known far and wide and tastes pretty good.

"Thank you for that very interesting sentence."

Zhong Xiao also picked up a piece of fish and was about to put it into his mouth, but his arm was pressed down by Wang Zhen's ball.

"What are you doing? Are you still snatching food?" Zhong Xiao asked.

Wang Zhenqiu quickly shook his head, a playful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed to a green paste in a small bowl.

"Brother Zhong, would you like some mustard?"

……

Zhong Xiao rarely eats mustard. A simple countryman like him only eats garlic cloves.

"If I eat, will you eat too?" Zhong Xiao asked with a raised eyebrow.

Wang Zhenqiu immediately became eager to fight. After all, I am a temporary worker in the southwest region. People in Sichuan and Chengdu must be able to eat spicy food!

If I can’t beat you, can I still beat you?
"Brother Zhong, I love spicy food the most, you have walked into my trap!"

Wang Zhenqiu said as he picked up a piece of salmon and coated it with mustard, making the fish look like a small piece of matcha cake.

He put it directly into his mouth without blinking.

In our Sichuan area, we love spicy food!
Zhong Xiao raised his eyebrows, looked at the mustard diluted with water in the small dish, and silently picked up an unopened tube of mustard on the table next to him.

Open it, open your mouth, and squeeze it all into your mouth, all in one go.

Damn it?

So cruel?
Are you eating it as jelly or toothpaste?

Wang Zhenqiu was stunned, and then he saw Zhong Xiao pick up another new tube of mustard and said, "If I eat it, you should eat it too. You said so yourself."

Wang Zhenqiu: ???

If you want me to die, just tell me! You should have told me earlier that you can eat so much spicy food!
Even if there were parasites in your sashimi, you would still be killed by the spicy wasabi you ate!
"...Brother Zhong, have you ever heard that spiciness is not a taste sensation, but a pain sensation?"

Zhong Xiao was stunned and nodded, indicating that he had heard of it. This was almost a common sense question.

"So, in other words, forcing someone to eat spicy food is actually causing pain to them, and the most direct way to cause pain is to hit them."

"Beating someone is against the law..."

"So, if you force me to eat spicy food, you are breaking the law. Doesn't that make sense?"

Zhong Xiao: 6
"According to what you said, I will analyze it for you."

"You just said that you like spicy food the most, and spicy food is painful."

"So your love of spicy food is equivalent to your love of pain. The most direct way to cause pain is, as you said, to hit someone."

"So, if you like spicy food, it means you like being beaten."

"I'm going to satisfy your preferences. Is that reasonable?"

Wang Zhenqiu: It’s unreasonable! What kind of perverse logic is this!
"You're saying that those of us who like spicy food are all masochists. I don't agree with that!"

Zhong Xiao smiled and said it didn't matter.

I don't care what you think, I care what I think! (Please imagine the greasy boss's angry voice)

(If you really can’t imagine it, watch Huang Xiaoming’s TV series…)
……

……

After a while, when Chen Mulin came back, she saw Wang Zhenqiu with red and swollen lips, and several empty tubes of mustard on the table.

"……what's the situation?"

Chen Mulin was dumbfounded, wondering if you guys were eating fish or mustard? Do the inland aliens like this?

"Oh, it's okay, just silence him for an hour."

Zhong Xiao smiled and nodded. That’s right, physics... No, it should be called physiological muteness.

At this time, Wang Zhenqiu could no longer speak, and his lips were swollen and red like the sausage lips in Hong Kong movies.

Chen Mulin was no longer surprised. It would be abnormal if she didn't feel embarrassed.

"By the way, have you told Hongmen and others about this concert?" Zhong Xiao asked when he saw Chen Mulin sitting down.

Hearing this, Chen Mulin nodded, feeling a little depressed. "My dad scolded me very harshly, so harshly that even though there were Japanese people around and I couldn't understand Chinese, I could still feel that he was scolding me. I guess when I go back, I will be under house arrest by him. I guess he won't let me out of Hong Kong City again."

"As for the follow-up to the concert, it has been arranged. Some people were injured due to the chaos. I have borne the medical expenses, plus the cost of hiring you guys..."

"All the money I earned in the past five years has gone down the drain."

Well, although it sounds like Chen Mulin is very miserable, if you knew the cost Chen Mulin spent to hire Nadutong and Quan Xing, you wouldn't feel sorry at all.

Damn, traffic stars can make so much money!
"By the way, what are we doing in Hokkaido?" Zhong Xiao finally asked the main question.

"Nothing, I just came to meet a friend of mine in Hokkaido. Her home is near the martial arts gym." Chen Mulin said casually.

...Martial arts school?
Zhong Xiao was stunned and asked weakly, "You didn't see Lao Ding?"

"Old Ding?" Chen Mulin looked around but didn't see Ding Shian, so she asked, "Where did he go?"

Zhong Xiao was a little embarrassed and coughed twice.

"He...seems to be going to challenge the master."

Chen Mulin: ???

(End of this chapter)