By myanmarkoko on Skatehive
Whenever I meet a chili, I always have to surrender. The chili always defeats me, mocking me. Yet, just like knowing that loving someone will bring pain but still choosing to love them, I know eating chili will give me a stomachache, but I still eat it. I am amazed when I see some people who can eat a lot of chili. Some people prefer sour foods. Others prefer bitter. But I, who cannot eat anything exceptionally more than others, even feel a little inferior about it. This morning, I bought some fried glass noodles for my niece. She didn't want to eat them, so I ended up eating them myself. Fried glass noodles taste best when mixed with sour flavors. Without tasting the sourness first, I poured all the chili sauce into the noodles and mixed it in. When I tasted it, I realized it was extremely spicy. But I endured and ate it all without spitting it out. I didn't want to waste it. Afterwards, I drank cold water to soothe the spiciness. While bad deeds may not bring immediate consequences,