Chen Zhou didn't really eat spicy food, but ever since he arrived on the island, with fewer condiments available, he gradually became addicted to chili.
He used to eat it occasionally, but now he couldn't be happy without it. If a meal lacked chili, it felt soulless, and no matter how he ate it, it was tasteless.
The two natives, upon trying chili for the first time, thought they were poisoned and gulped down several mouthfuls of cold water to relieve the pain in their mouths.
When they picked up the dumpling soup again, they dared not touch the small red pieces, and even the mild spiciness of the spring onions made them wary. When scooping up, they always avoided them, picking only the milky white dumplings to eat.
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During meals, the three of them gathered around the campfire.
