“Yaya, try this, it’s a specialty of our Sichuan province, sausage!

This one is also good, smoked bacon!

This one is even more delicious, green onion paste!

There are also fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, boiled fish, boiled pork slices, husband and wife lung slices, spicy chicken, Mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, Dongpo elbow and Dongpo pork.

I also bought this Long Chao Shou from a time-honored store..."

Zhao Erya was about to collapse as she watched Xia Xiaorong keep adding vegetables to her bowl.

Looking at the various greasy and greasy dishes in the bowl, she took a small bite.

Then my whole body stopped working, my mouth opened wide, and I kept fanning my mouth with my palms, trying to feel better.

"You old woman, didn't I tell you? Yaya is from the north and can't get used to our food."

Zhang Qinghua complained about his wife.

Xia Xiaorong smiled awkwardly and said, "I forgot! I was thinking about my son..."

Zhang Yida quickly poured several drinks for Zhao Erya, and she drank several drinks before she felt better.

"Yaya, I'm sorry! It's my fault, Auntie. I'll go to the kitchen right away and make some new dishes for you."

Zhao Erya still has that spicy, numbing feeling in her mouth. She waved her hands and gasped: "Auntie, no need, it's quite delicious. I'm used to it!"

"How can that be done? Just sit down! I'll go to the kitchen and I'll be ready in a moment."

Zhao Erya did not hold Xia Xiaorong, who immediately stood up, put on her apron and entered the kitchen.

Zhao Erya smiled sheepishly at Zhang Qinghua: "I'm sorry, uncle, I really caused you too much trouble!"

"It's okay! If you are not used to spicy food, just eat this bacon! This one is not spicy, and the fish-flavored shredded pork is not spicy either."

Zhang Qinghua moved the plates on the table again and brought several plates of non-spicy dishes in front of Zhao Erya.
Chapter completed!