Everyone In The Universe Is My Food Fan

Since she’s treating guests, it must be a feast.

The dishes from the warming box were brought out, including the earlier-made mini cakes. Mo Si arranged a large plate of bamboo shoots that he liked, braised pork ribs, as well as the ribs and meatballs he made earlier.

The small long table was filled with plates. Mo Si hesitated for a moment, “Did we prepare too much?”

“Nope,” Jiang Qiuqiu picked up her chopsticks, “I’ve been working on things all day and feeling a bit tired. I need to eat more to replenish my energy.”

“Besides, I was chatting with Sister Chengyu earlier, and she said you have a big appetite.”

The kind that could eat 20 plates without a problem.

“...”

Today’s Mo Si was genuinely polite.

Jiang Qiuqiu couldn’t tell if he was feeling a bit embarrassed in her home or because he came to apologize, so she felt a bit restrained.

She stood up and moved a few dishes he liked closer to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you eat vegetables? These are all your favorites. Eat more, or «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» else I won’t be able to finish all this.”

So, Mo Si picked up his chopsticks.

If he hadn’t started in the first place, he could restrain himself.

If he had started without restraint, it would be really hard to restrain himself.

The wind swept away the clouds. Before sitting down, Mo Si had only intended to taste a bit and eat until he was about 30% full before leaving.

However, after sitting down, he no longer had control over how things developed.

Jiang Qiuqiu: “I purposely placed them next to you, so eat more.”

He ate the first round.

Jiang Qiuqiu: “Are the bamboo shoots not tasty today? I’ve been making them often recently, thinking you liked them. Are you tired of eating them every day?”

Purposely—

How could he not like them? How could he get tired of them?

He ate the second round.

“Is there something in this dish that doesn’t suit your taste?”

He ate the third round.

Midway through the meal, Jiang Qiuqiu recommended that Mo Si try the pan-fried fish balls. Perhaps accidentally dipping too much chili, in the time it took for Jiang Qiuqiu to reply to a message, Mo Si raised his head and saw his face flush, his lips slightly swollen, coughing lightly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Spicy.” Mo Si put down the fish ball and got up to pour water.

Jiang Qiuqiu asked him to sit down. “Wait here, I’ll get you some cold drinks.”

She hurried to the fridge, opened it, grabbed a bottle of cold drink, and handed it to Mo Si.

When Mo Si took the first sip, he paused. He briefly wondered what it was, but the icy sensation quickly subdued the fiery sensation on his palate, so he didn’t think much about it and took a few more sips.

Fortunately, although the fish balls were spicy, Mo Si didn’t eat much. After drinking a bottle of cold beverage, the stimulating taste was finally suppressed.

“Can you not handle spicy food?”

“People with strong mental abilities also have stronger sensory perceptions of objects.” Despite suppressing the spiciness, Mo Si’s lips were still slightly swollen. “The spiciness was too intense.”

“Sorry, sorry, I won’t serve you spicy things next time.”

“It’s okay, occasionally tasting it also has its charm. You cook really deliciously.”

After that, Mo Si didn’t touch his chopsticks anymore.

Because he felt he had reached his limit, Mo Si originally intended to wait for Jiang Qiuqiu to finish eating before leaving himself. However, soon a strange sweet and sour fragrance wafted into his nose, and his tongue tingled with a hint of sweetness. His normally obedient energy suddenly became restless, surging from his mental sea to his head and tailbone. This was not right!

Mo Si suddenly picked up the cup containing the drink.

“Qiuqiu, what is this?”

“Huh?” Since the cold drink was stored in an opaque bottle in the fridge, Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t know what it was at that moment either. “What’s wrong with this drink? Let me see.”

Jiang Qiuqiu took the bottle, which was already empty. She brought the opening close to her nose and smelled a faint aroma of wine spreading out.

...

“I grabbed the wrong one, I got you a bottle of wine!”

“Wine?”