Hot Enough to Rage, Angry Enough for a Discount

Chen Nuo pocketed two bags. Borrowing the beast's fire required a public provocation. Xiaoman shouted, “Chen Nuo! You earned twelve hundred from streaming last month and spent thirteen hundred on takeout!” Critical hit. Su added, “Your review script had three typos.” “Those were intentional variants!” “You wrote ‘muscle’ instead of ‘chicken.’” “Chicken breast is muscle!” The recipe flashed. [PUBLIC PROVOCATION ACCEPTED.] Chen Nuo bit the chips with tears in his eyes. The first second was heat. The second was also heat. By the third, he saw his long-dead great-grandmother waving from across a river and asking whether he wanted water. Fire flooded his limbs. Sparks escaped his mouth. [FIRE-PEPPER FLAVOR LOAN: NINETY SECONDS.]