Chili Troubles (Again)

Still related to a creature called “C H I L I”, how do you read it, kids? What? Sambal? Such smart kids... Come here, Dad will playfully flick your head to make you even smarter :P   This happened when I was in my third semester. It was a cloudy Saturday (it was even raining, actually), and I was out looking for lunch with my girlfriend, let's call her Ica. We finally decided to eat chicken noodles around Margonda, Depok. Eating chicken noodles in the rain, that's awesome, right?   Long story short, I finished my chicken noodles in no time (I was starving, after all). Then a conversation like this happened: Ica: “Finished, Ry?” Me: “Yeah, are you?” Ica: “Not finished, Ry, the portion is huge.” Me: “Huh, huge how? This is standard.” Ica: “Seriously, it's a lot. Help me out, Ry.”   As it happened, I was still hungry and perfectly capable of eating more (and I guess it's quite fitting if Ica calls me “the bottomless pit”). I gladly accepted the offer to finish Ica's chicken noodles.   Ica: “But it's spicy, Ry.” Me: “Alright, no worries.”   First spoonful... Still strong. Second spoonful... Starting to feel the heat. Third spoonful... Starting to sweat. Fourth spoonful... Face turning red like a boiled crab. Fifth spoonful...   Me: “Ca, how many spoonfuls of chili sauce are in this? Are you serious?” Ica: “Hmm, how many? Definitely a lot, more than two spoonfuls.” Me: (thinking, how many spoonfuls of chili sauce were used? Four spoonfuls? Five spoonfuls? Ten spoonfuls? Oh no!) “Damn, no wonder it's so spicy! That's it, I give up eating chicken noodles this spicy.”   Okay, this is still under normal conditions, you know. I can't imagine how much chili sauce Ica would eat if she ever had cravings! Maybe the ratio would be one bowl of chicken noodles to half a kilogram of bird's eye chilies. It would be a hassle if chili prices went up, especially nearing Eid al-Fitr :P