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Corentin had been glaring down at his phone for the past twenty minutes, grumbling to himself while scrolling furiously. When Alice approached, asking him what was wrong, he let out a defeated sigh, setting his phone down on the kitchen island.
“Where the fuck do I get doubanjiang in the middle of France?” On the screen of his phone was a recipe for Sichuan boiled fish. “I should’ve bought some while I was abroad, damn it.”
After a few more scrolls and typing, he haphazardly tossed his phone to Alice. Now on screen was a menu of some expensive Chinese restaurant.
“Hmph. Order whatever you want. I’ll jus’ get something delivered…”
A fiery temper is what she usually expected out of Corentin, but it wasn't often that she saw him genuinely irritated, which prompted her to come investigate what was happening.
Oh. His penchant for spicy food was not something she could help him with, considering - much to her Japanese ancestors' disappointment - she wouldn't even eat wasabi. At most she had gochujang at home, but that didn't quite come close to the punch doubanjiang could bring, or so she was told.
An undignified noise escaped her lips when he threw his very, very expensive phone her way, fumbling with it for a second before securely grasping it between her hands. Alice kept herself from giving him a dirty look because who couldn't relate to wanting to cook something and not having an ingredient at hand.
"I know a good asian market near my place. We can go there tomorrow."
