Chapter 72: Hot Pot and Legs~

Legs actually aren't anything worth touching.

Li Yan pulled his hand back and parked the car.

Hmm, the main thing was that the place to eat had arrived.

There was an old street with a sense of age by the Jin River, and the restaurants with "Sichuan Flavor Old Brand" signs hanging on both sides radiated the unique red light of hot pot restaurants in the night.

The dim streetlights shone on the slate road, and the air seemed to be filled with the spicy scent of peppercorns.

The night in Shudu never lacked crowds and tourists.

Bustling streets, people rubbing shoulders.

Li Yan, who now looked nearly 1.8 meters tall (height with shoes plus system reward), walking together with Wang Lin, who was 1.7 meters tall, felt quite like a golden boy and jade girl.

It was just the most normal couple with high looks.

Of course, this was from the perspective of outsiders.

Wang Lin didn't know how to think about the relationship between the two either.

Legs have been touched, what else do you want me to be proactive about?

It was just that looking at Li Yan beside her staring with great interest at the bustling old street, acting like a tourist, Wang Lin could only think in her heart that he was quite unromantic.

Squeezing into the crowd, the two walked very close.

The snow-white, slender lotus-like arms occasionally brushed against Li Yan's arms, and the fair, slender hands occasionally brushed against Li Yan's right hand.

I don't know when it happened, but Wang Lin's hands slowly wrapped around Li Yan's arm.

Just like the most normal couple, walking and strolling.

Li Yan's arm occasionally brushed against that softness, not big, but youthful enough.

The scent of perfume coming from the girl was light, just like the feeling of youth.

"Let's eat at this one! This one has a high rating~"

I don't know when, Wang Lin's tone took on a bit of a coquettish flavor.

Perhaps it was the moment she hooked onto Li Yan's arm, perhaps it was because Li Yan hadn't been proactive all along.

Li Yan naturally had no problem; Wang Lin was a Sichuan girl, a local, so naturally she was more familiar with this place than he was.

This shop didn't look big, but several strings of red lanterns hung at the door, and there was a handwritten "Fifty Years of Opening" sign above the wooden door, showing the precipitation of history.

Li Yan and the two pushed the door and entered; immediately, a rolling spicy fragrance rushed towards them. In the heat, the mixture of chili, peppercorns, and beef tallow condensed, and the rich smell seemed to want to drill into everyone's nasal cavity.

The decoration in the shop was old but not dilapidated; small tables were arranged compactly, but each had a curtain-like partition to separate half a share of privacy.

Seeing someone enter the door, the landlady greeted them in an authentic Sichuan accent: "Two people eating hot pot? There are still empty seats upstairs, downstairs is full."

Li Yan nodded and said okay; Wang Lin hooked onto Li Yan's arm and pulled his sleeve, walking lightly up to the second floor along the wooden stairs.

Stepping on the stairs, it creaked underfoot, and every step seemed to carry the traces of the old shop's years.

Walking to the corner of the second floor, there was really only one small table left by the window.

The landlady enthusiastically moved chairs over and lifted the old menu placed on the table: "What kind of pot do you two want? Nine-grid or mandarin duck?"

Li Yan turned to ask Wang Lin: "Can you eat spicy?"

Wang Lin flipped through the menu, patted the bangs on her forehead, and smiled: "I'm a Sichuan girl, of course I want a red pot."

Li Yan then smiled and said to the landlady: "Okay, then serve a full red nine-grid, make the base spicier."

Hearing this, the landlady smiled and took back the menu, confirming in authentic Sichuan dialect: "That won't be ordinarily spicy."

Li Yan said indifferently: "It's okay, let's try it."

Wang Lin seemed to like this kind of pain, and also nodded and smiled: "Landlady, remember to add more peppercorns and beef tallow."

Li Yan also knew a little about Sichuan cuisine.

Honestly, in Li Yan's impression, the main flavor of Sichuan cuisine wasn't spicy, but numbing.

If you want to talk about spicy, it has to be Hunan cuisine.

Xijiang and Nanhu could both eat spicier than Sichuan Province.

The two didn't sit opposite each other, but sat together very naturally.

The menu was placed on the table; Wang Lin turned slightly to look at the menu with Li Yan; at this moment, it was as if Wang Lin was leaning in Li Yan's arms.

The landlady was also used to this scene; they were just normal young couples.

Casually ordering a spicy set meal with beef, mutton, tripe, yellow throat, and duck blood as the main dishes, Li Yan also ordered brain flowers and beef rolls, plus Wang Lin added some vegetarian dishes.

The shop didn't have large-scale air conditioning like those new-style hot pot shops; here, it relied more on ceiling fans spinning with a whirring sound, plus the red oil mist of peppercorns and beef tallow rolling, like a small sauna room.

Not long after, the waiter served a round nine-grid pot base, carefully pouring the red oil into the grid, letting the chili and peppercorns emit an increasingly suffocating spicy fragrance in the boiling.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, her eyes squinting slightly, like a satisfied cat, "Haven't eaten hot pot for a long time~"

Li Yan also nodded in agreement, then each picked up an apron and tied it well to avoid oil splashing on them.

For a girl, to see if the other party is interested in you, there is one point you can refer to.

If she is like Wang Lin, having showered, washed her hair, changed into new clothes, and dressed up beautifully,

and is still willing to come out for hot pot, it proves that the other party is not perfunctory towards you.

The smell of hot pot is very big, and eating a meal of hot pot will make your body full of the smell.

A boy goes back to take a shower, a matter of a few minutes.

Girls are different.

Wang Lin volunteered to go to the small ingredient area to get two bowls of dry dipping sauce, wanting Li Yan to try the most authentic way of eating.

Li Yan could accept the dry dipping sauce; as for the oil dipping sauce, forget it.

As the dishes were placed on the table one after another, the steam of the hot pot rendered the surroundings misty, and the satisfaction of the dish fragrance was brewing.

The noise of other tables in the shop was noisy, with people laughing loudly and people drinking boldly.

Perhaps this was the unique flavor of Shudu.

The two chatted while eating, and the numbing and spicy fragrance emitted by the hot pot made people feel stimulated.

Wang Lin would occasionally scald the meat for Li Yan and put it in the dish, just like the most authentic little wife.

There was no sign of the style a Sichuan girl should have.

It was just that when two bottles of iced beer were served, after three or five gulps, accompanied by the cold and refreshing beer mixed with the spicy hot pot,

the atmosphere between the two became even hotter.

The shop was very noisy and very lively.

This also caused the two to have to speak louder, otherwise they couldn't hear the sound at all.

Wang Lin's pretty body sitting on the long bench moved towards Li Yan, and the two were like a couple in the hot love period, chatting while whispering in each other's ears from time to time.

And at this moment, under the dining table where no one could see, Wang Lin's slender legs wearing white calf socks were intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against Li Yan's legs.

The touch was smooth and tender, and it made the heart itch.

Li Yan didn't indulge her; his right hand was still holding chopsticks and clamping the tripe in the hot pot.

And his left hand was placed very naturally on Wang Lin's thigh under the table.

It was still so smooth and tender, it was just that now he also let his left hand enjoy the treatment that his right hand enjoyed in the car earlier. ===== CHAPTER 73 =====