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He was a man, but he was weaker than a woman. Looking at Julien's self-doubt face, Sydney laughed involuntarily and shook her head. "Well, don't think that much. People have different tastes. Some can eat spicy food, and some can't. This is normal. You happen to be those who can't bear the spicy taste, so you don't have to look down on yourself. Go to the washroom to wash your face and tidy up your hair. You've just sweated, and your hairstyle has been ruined," Sydney tidied up his collar and said. Julien answered, "Okay. I'll go then. You keep eating."

Astell looked at his daughter. The spice had a distinctive aroma along with its bitter taste. It cleanses the mouth, but usually people don’t like this scent. However, Astell knew that Harriet loves this. Most could eat what was placed in front of them, but the young Nadia had a slightly different way of eating. Oddly, the kid loves to eat special spices. Harriet cut the mean into large pieces and put it in her mouth with plenty of spice on top. She chewed the meat and swallowed it with ecstatic look on her face.

I'm starving. The first bite has kick. With my heritage it's not hard to eat the spicy chili. It surprises me that the lily-ass gringos can handle it. "Fucking bullshit is what this is," one of the men shouts. He comes out of his chair and shoves it back so hard, it tumbles across the floor.

I can loosen my aching grip on my phone—not enough to drop it, in case the picture disappears like the others—just enough that my fingers stop hurting. Everett pads over with a steaming mug of tea, a little bowl for the teabag, and the chips. I grab the chips before he’s even finished setting the tea on the table and cram a fistful into my mouth. I used to hate spicy food. Dana taught me how it could be a grounding tool sometimes. People don’t really taste in dreams. I don’t taste my hallucinations. My mouth prickles with heat, and I exhale through my nose. I’m not hallucinating everything. Everett drops onto the couch next to me, but a few respectful inches away. Heather sits on my other si

​I was finally feeling better. The sun was dipping low, and I was curled up on the oversized sofa. In my lap was a small wooden bowl filled with slices of unripe mango, heavily dusted with chili powder and a pinch of salt. ​It was a sour, spicy, biting snack—exactly what I needed to cut through the lingering bitterness of the encounter with August’s family. I took a bite, the crunch echoing in the quiet room, the heat of the spice stinging my tongue in the best way possible.

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.

That's why I've specifically prepared this meal for you. "Don't worry about it, Daniel. You can be yourself when you're here with me, so you can eat whatever you want." Pierce was still prattling on and on about his reasons. Meanwhile, I just wanted to shut him up with a slap to his face. Why did I quit spicy food? Was it because I wanted to protect and maintain my skin quality after becoming an actor? Hell no! That was because I had hemorrhoids, dammit! The extreme spice flooding my mouth delivered a lethal blow to my unhealthy body. So, this was what it felt like to have literal hellfire burning up my ass.

It was rich, greasy, and way too strong. My stomach flipped so hard it felt like someone had pulled the table out from under me. "Th-thank you..." I said, grabbing my juice quickly and taking a long sip, trying to settle the nausea. I started picking at the casing, stalling. When I finally cut off a small piece, Sebastian reached over and took it off my plate. "I'll take that," he said casually. "You shouldn't eat anything spicy if you're still sick." "Right," I said, nodding. "Spice and colds don't mix."

Grisella POV Sunny days, a healthy soul, and fresh air. I returned to enjoying my freedom and sat on the backyard bench while enjoying my favorite extreme. There's nothing wrong with forgetting about the problem for a moment. My mind also needs a break, especially a vacation. Bribe, after biting off the extreme that I ate, created a cold sensation that burst into my mouth, greeted my tongue, and created a sweet and soft sensation.

– He took a tissue to wipe Lucasta's mouth and asked. - Right. Capsaicin in spicy foods is terminated with a long hydrocarbon tail and its characteristic is that it is a non-polar molecule as well as soluble in other non-polar substances. Milk is a non-polar molecule, so it will dissolve the capsaicin and the casein protein in the milk will attract the capsaicin, causing it to drift off the tongue and help her reduce the spicy sensation. Samson's handsome face turned foolish as he listened to Maris's interpretation. The things she was saying weren't in his mind, and when he heard her talk about them, everything in his head was jumbled.