Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 250 Genjiro: We will win!
In Maoxuewang, the deep red broth is soaked with duck blood, tripe and various offal, and a thick layer of chili oil floats on the surface, which also helps to retain the heat.
Mapo tofu is so thick you can't see either the mapo sauce or the tofu; it's completely covered in deep red chili sauce and minced meat. As for spicy chicken cubes... it's more like fishing out chicken pieces from a sea of ​​chilies than chicken cubes.

The red oil in the sliced ​​beef and tripe was dazzlingly bright, and the Sichuan-style spicy chicken was completely submerged in chili sauce...

The round table was quickly filled with dishes dominated by bright red, a riot of colors with not a single hint of green in sight. The air in the private room grew scorching, the intense aroma of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns permeating every nook and cranny, irritating the nose and throat.

"Hiss...cough cough...cough!"

Lu Mingfei instinctively gasped, but was choked by the pungent smell and coughed several times. He thought to himself that he had only casually made a suggestion that morning... and never thought that something so outrageous would actually be arranged.

And Teacher Zhang actually did it?

Well done!

Being polite is fine, but why bother being polite when the other party clearly has ill intentions? They won't appreciate the good food and drinks you provide! In this situation, providing food and lodging is already a sign of a great nation's magnanimity.

"Is this...a local specialty?"

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but ask the question, his expression becoming somewhat stiff.

He was the young master of the Snake Clan, the director of the Execution Bureau, and Amaterasu, who possessed imperial blood! He could wield his sword without flinching, whether facing Dead Servants or the Demon Clan. But at this moment, he felt that the bamboo chopsticks beside him were incredibly heavy and burning hot. He didn't even want to touch them, let alone pick them up.

"Yes."

Chu Zihang seemed completely oblivious to Yuan Zhisheng's changing expression, and simply introduced the dish in a calm tone as if reporting a mission, "This is the most representative cuisine of the area, known for its spicy and fragrant flavor. It is said that eating it can stimulate potential."

What the hell?! These dishes don't even look spicy enough for a normal human to handle, right? But eating them does indeed stimulate potential, because when a person is about to die, their will to survive always kicks in, and that so-called "potential" is just the instinct to survive!

Yuan Zhisheng's eyes twitched slightly. He subconsciously tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down, but he choked and coughed.

"Yuan-kun, don't be fooled by how spicy these dishes look. They're actually not that bad. They're mainly fresh and flavorful."

Lu Mingfei finally came to his senses. Since Teacher Zhang had made all the arrangements, wouldn't it be a waste not to use them? So he smiled, reached out with his chopsticks, and carefully picked out a piece from the "clump of chilies" in front of him, then put it in his mouth and chewed.

"The spiciness is about the same as wasabi!" he commented.

"Is that so? That's great."

Genjiro breathed a slight sigh of relief. If that was all, he could accept it. Although the spiciness of the wasabi was somewhat overwhelming for him, he could manage as long as he ate a small amount.

Chu Zihang fell into deep thought. Based on his understanding of Lu Mingfei's past... Lu Mingfei was probably eating Chinese wasabi, while Yuan Zhisheng was undoubtedly eating Japanese wasabi.

The two are actually fundamentally different. Chinese mustard is yellow mustard powder made from ground mustard seeds. It is mixed with water or vinegar to form a paste before use. It is extremely spicy, strong and long-lasting, with a pungent smell. Japanese mustard, on the other hand, is made from ground wasabi root. It could be called wasabi paste, and its spiciness is moderate and disappears quickly.

“That’s right, try it.” Lu Mingfei nodded and picked up a piece quite naturally. Seeing that Lu Mingfei was doing well, Yuan Zhisheng felt a little relieved. After hesitating for a moment, he chose the spicy chicken that Lu Mingfei was eating and also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The spiciness burst forth the moment it touched him, spreading from a single point to the entire body, causing Yuan Zhisheng to freeze in place.

"How is it? Doesn't it taste great?" Lu Mingfei asked with a smile.

“Yes… very good.” Genji nodded gently.

"Then eat more! You have errands to run this afternoon, right? You won't have the energy to work if you don't eat enough."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the [Vitality Micro-Management] that was in effect and decided to "go all out to accompany you."

Even if it's ten times more spicy, it doesn't matter. Spiciness is not a taste but a pain sensation. Essentially, it's a feeling produced by capsaicin acting on pain receptors in the mouth and skin. It is usually activated when exposed to high temperatures or physical damage, so the brain receives feedback of "burning" and "pain". Capsaicin just deceives these receptors.

For Lu Mingfei, who possesses the ability to manipulate bodily signs, blocking this mechanism is incredibly simple. It's just a matter of temporarily stopping the binding of the receptor to capsaicin. Lu Mingfei has used similar principles before to avoid feelings like drowsiness and hunger.

Therefore, it doesn't matter how many chilies he eats now, because the capsaicin will go out the same way it went in!

"it is good……"

Yuan Zhisheng was picking up his tea when he heard this and his hand trembled slightly... A piece of spicy chicken that was the least likely to absorb flavor and at most only had a little spiciness on the surface was already equivalent to setting off a Molotov cocktail in his mouth. If he ate more, the consequences would be unimaginable!
The tremor caused some tea to spill from the cup, staining his hand and bringing a wave of heat... the tea was hot too! Eating spicy food and then drinking hot water doubled the stimulation.

Yuan Zhisheng realized that this was no welcoming banquet at all; it was a trap! The people in the China branch already knew his intentions, so they were already making their move.

But what should I do now? Should I confront it head-on or run away?
He didn't take long to make his choice because... there really wasn't much of a choice.

His purpose in coming here was to "sever the momentum," which simply means to defeat Lu Mingfei with overwhelming power, thereby leaving a shadow in Lu Mingfei's heart and hindering the growth of this genius. Angers did the same thing decades ago, conquering the Japanese mixed-race community single-handedly. Since then, the Japanese branch has only been able to submit to that man's shadow and has dared not rebel to this day.

This was a battle. From the moment he boarded the plane, he was gathering his strength. The longer he waited, the sharper and more unstoppable his momentum became, like a samurai practicing "drawing the sword" for decades, hiding his sword only for that moment of unleashing.

"Isn't this behavior by the Chinese branch a way of weakening my power?"

Yuan Zhisheng thought to himself, "They underestimate me! These little tricks won't work at all. On the contrary, after using these moves, they'll still be defeated by me, and I'll cut off Lu Mingfei's 'momentum' even more cleanly!"

With this in mind, he decided to persevere.

"Will win!"

(End of this chapter)