Chapter Nineteenth: A Debt of Blood Can't Be Repaid with Money

  Hua Jian was taken aback: "But, Indian food paired with red wine would be even more...". He paused, smiled, "Okay, ditch the wine, I want four cups of mango lassi, no masala chai."

  "Yes." The servant finished writing and bowed his head respectfully to Hua Jian, saying "Is there anything else you need, young master..."

  "This is ridiculous, I don't understand what's written on this at all!" Bai Yue suddenly slammed the menu shut, interrupting the waiter. "It's your business if you don't want to drink wine, Little Qiao, but my sister and I do! We both have a good capacity for alcohol, even red wine won't get us drunk!"

  I glanced at Bai Yue and said, "Thanks for the compliment, but I don't want to drink."

  She pouted carelessly.

  Cheng Qiao nodded and said, "I know your cousin can hold her liquor well, I've seen it not long ago."

  Is he talking about that geisha makeup time? I quietly lowered my head and drank water.

  "It's all right then. And even if we really get drunk, our wine etiquette is still passable, so you don't have to worry at all about what we'll do to you." Bai Yue said with a straight face.

  "No way, although the wine's alcohol content isn't high, it's still liquor." Cheng Qiao coaxed, "Later Yu Yu is going to watch a horror movie, so her head must be kept clear, only then can she know whether the movie's content is scary or not?"

  Bai Yue was suddenly enlightened and nodded repeatedly.

  Cheng Qiao looked at me with a curved gaze: "A Yao is the same, you must always maintain a clear state of mind, otherwise you won't even know what the main plot of the movie is."

  I smiled wryly and nodded, but in my heart I was secretly complaining: whether I'm clear-headed or not when watching horror movies makes no difference at all.

  Maybe because of Hua Jian's relationship with the East House, soon the appetizer and main course came together, and the spicy curry flavor immediately filled the entire private room.

  "Huh. Sliced lemons, onions, and peppers, are you supposed to eat them raw like that? Why do Indians have such weird tastes?" Bai Yue looked at the dish in front of her with disgust.

  "This is the appetizer olc, used to neutralize the flavor of curry. Generally, only I will eat it because curry is still a bit too heavy for me." Hua Jian smiled, "Your stir-fry noodles are best eaten hot, otherwise they'll become a bit hard and sour-spicy in taste. I also like them very much. Let me introduce you to this dish, mai, which is coconut milk curry shrimp. Originally wanted to pair it with white wine, but now can only drink mango yogurt instead. My personal favorite here is the signature dish, masala curry chicken, with a medium spicy flavor and a hint of sourness. Eating it wrapped in roasted flatbread, the flatbread replaces rice as the staple food. This one is rogan josh, curry lamb, this one is gushtaba, spicy meatballs with yogurt, and there's also this green bean salad and curry vegetables..."

  In the midst of a flurry of introductions in Mandarin, we embarked on a sumptuous feast of Indian cuisine, complete with a bonus view of two beautiful colors visible at a glance.

  Although I had been to some exotic restaurants to eat curry beef before, I always felt that the curry flavor was not rich enough. In fact, I also wanted to go to an Indian restaurant to try the authentic taste, but because I heard that eating Indian food requires using hands, we didn't dare to venture into that area.

  Just now in the car, I really couldn't outdo Hua Jian, and Cheng Qiao directly drove the car here. Plus, Bai Yue was shouting that she would wash her hands clean. So I reluctantly compromised. However, before entering, I had already silently decided with a tragic heart that even if I starved to death, I would resolutely not use my hands to grab food. As a result, when passing through the hall, I saw that all the guests were eating with knives and forks - and instantly fully recovered.

  "It's no wonder it's a family business, this rich curry flavor is so authentic that I want to swallow my tongue. After eating and drinking my fill, I patted my obviously bulging belly with satisfaction."

  "It's fine as long as you like it." Hua Jian smiled and nodded, paused for a moment, then turned to look at the boy next to him who was busy pouring sauce on his roasted flatbread, "Qiao, are you very hungry today?"

  Qiao swallowed the food in her mouth: "No."

  Hua Jian shifted his gaze to the table, his expression becoming somewhat complicated: "I never knew you could eat so much."

  "Not just me, you have to keep eating too. No matter what, we must finish the main course that we ordered." After saying this, Qiao took a deep breath and bit into a large piece of roasted pancake wrapped with chicken meat.

  "Why? Can't we just eat our fill and be done with it?"

  "Because my cousin is a complete freak, she can't stand the existence of any leftover dishes after eating," Bai Yue said vaguely while sucking on her fried noodles, "otherwise I wouldn't be so stuffed and still eating, later I'll have to go buy a bunch of digestive enzymes at the pharmacy."

  Facing the gaze of Huajian's mistake, I smiled awkwardly: "Let's just consider it a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder."

  "That remaining pancake..." Hua Jian looked at me with difficulty, then looked at Cheng Qiao who was holding a pancake in one hand and a fork in the other, "Alright, I'll take care of it."

  I quietly poured all the remaining curry vegetables into my own bowl, and for a moment, the private room was quiet with only the sound of knives and forks colliding with porcelain.

  It wasn't easy to finish all the dishes, and the four of us were covering our mouths as if in deep thought. Although we looked calm on the surface, I think they were just like me, unable to see any more food with their eyes.

  Looking at the pile of clean plates with only sauce residue left on the table, I can almost predict how shocked the waiter will be when he comes to clear the table...

  "It's not worth it, I won't be coming here to eat Indian food for the next six months." Hua Jian let out a long sigh. "Yao Yao, you look like such a normal girl, how can you have such...such self-abusive obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

  You ask me, who do I ask? If I knew the reason, I would have corrected this problem long ago. Why would I still suffer so many losses because of it? But now it's indeed because of my fault that he almost ruined himself.

  I immediately apologized sincerely: "Sorry, it's my fault. When you ordered the dishes at first, I should have spoken out my compulsive points, so you wouldn't have ordered so many dishes..."

  "I clearly knew that A Yao couldn't tolerate leftover dishes, but I didn't tell you in time, it was my negligence." Cheng Qiao interrupted me and patted Hua Jian's shoulder, saying casually, "It's not a big deal, your stomach isn't ruined yet, what are you fussing about? Anyway, you think the curry is too heavy, for this half year, just go eat some lighter French food, it's also free."

  "French cuisine that doesn't cost money? Hua Gege, your family has opened a French restaurant too? Isn't that even more high-end?" Bai Yue exclaimed.

  Hua raised an eyebrow: "No, that French restaurant is owned by that capitalist friend's family."

  "I thought your family had taken over all of B city's high-end restaurants." I chuckled.

  "Right, dessert hasn't been served yet." Chiao reminded.

  "Spare me, those spices are just a taste, I won't let them have a chance to come out. However," Hua Jian looked at Bai Yue, "Yueyue, do you want ice cream?"

  She shook her head violently: "I just want digestive tablets now."

  An hour later, the four of us were seated in the screening hall of the largest cinema in the city.

  Before that, we strolled around the park next to the business district for half an hour and finished a whole box of digestive tablets, only then did we finally digest the stuff in our stomachs.

  Yes, it's almost digested. Because when Cheng Qiao and others went to buy movie tickets, I followed a sweet and warm fragrance with Bai Yue to the snack area of the cinema, and then hugged back four cups of cola and... two large barrels of popcorn.

  Do you still remember when Cheng Qiao and Hua Jian saw the extra thing in my and Bai Yue's embrace, their shocked faces and almost bulging eyes successfully made me and Bai Yue lower our heads in shame.

  But Cheng Qiao immediately comforted us very sincerely: "That digestive enzyme is really effective."

  Because the nightclub only opens at 12 o'clock, and we arrived at the cinema before 10 o'clock, so we could only watch other movies first. In accordance with the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, mainly to kill time, we unconditionally followed Bai Yue to watch a 3D animated movie.

  After finishing the animation, the time coincidentally arrived at midnight. The four of us, who were bored, rushed to another screening hall again. Bai Yue had one arm around a half-full bucket of popcorn and the other hand holding a newly bought bucket of popcorn.

  This time Hua Jian's face was as usual, I thought maybe it was because the digestive tablets he took were also effective.

  Because there were not many people watching the midnight movie, the ticket seller let us choose our seats freely. I originally chose a seat next to the aisle, thinking it would be more convenient when going to the restroom later. However, after entering the theater and finding our row, Cheng Qiao directly took my seat. Seeing him sucking on his Coke with no intention of getting up, I had no choice but to settle for second best and sat in the original seat meant for Bai Yue.

  The movie still has a few minutes before it starts, the lights in the theater are bright, and the soft voices of conversation can be heard all around. I looked around and found that most of the people sitting behind me were couples, so this is indeed a couple's seat, right? Once the lights go out, won't you guys just make out here?

  I stifled a few laughs, at this moment the phone in my bag suddenly vibrated.

  I was stunned for a moment, who would still send me a text message at this time? Didn't I already tell Dad and Mom that I would take Bai Yue to watch the midnight movie today?

  "Yao Yao, what are you doing? I'm stuck ah ah ah!"

  I sighed and dialed a phone call directly, saying in a low voice: "Xiaoyu, I'm watching a movie."

  "Going to watch a movie at this time? Are you sick or something? With who?" Little Yu's loud voice shouted.

  "My sister-in-law, Xiao Qiao, and one of Xiao Qiao's friends."

  "Oh oh oh, Xiao Qiao's friend? Is he handsome? Is he handsome? Is he handsome?"

  "Not handsome," I paused for a moment and smiled slyly, "do you think it's possible?"