Wen Ting squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Gentleness, and said in his heart, sister, I took the blame for you, and my grievances today are all due to your strange copper pot!
"Stinky boy, why are you still standing there? Come and endorse!" Mr. Songtao roared in the room full of anger.
Wen Ting shuddered abruptly, hurriedly stuffed the cloth bag in his hand to Wen Rou, and ran away like a rabbit.
"Zi said: Learning and learning from time to time, it's not easy to say..." There was a coherent voice in the room.
"Brother, I knew you could do it!" Rou Rou pursed her lips into a smile, opened the cloth bags layer by layer, and her eyes lit up.
Lunch time came in the blink of an eye, and the entire Wen family sat around the dining table bustlingly. Mr. Songtao seemed to be in a good mood, and for the first time, let Wen Ting sit beside him.
"Rou'er, you've been messing around all morning, and you don't allow us to help. What are you going to have for lunch? It's so mysterious?" Mrs. Zhou saw that everyone was seated, but the table was empty, and she was afraid that something might go wrong during lunch.
"It's very cold today, it's freezing cold, I invite everyone to eat hot pot!" With a gentle and weird smile, she beckoned Wen Ting to come over and help.
"What the hell is Rou'er doing?"
"Hot pot? Never heard of it!"
"A pot made of fire?"
"Sir, you've seen a lot..."
"This... the old man has never heard of it."
Just as everyone was discussing, Wen Ting came in with a big copper plate. On the copper plate was a strange copper pot, which looked like a pot but not like a pot. Still smoking! God! Through the hollow carvings. It turned out to be burning charcoal! It's really about fire!
Wen Ting put the copper pot away, followed by Gentleness, carrying a few plates full of chopped ingredients, and calmly placed them around the copper pot.
Red mutton slices, white and tender tofu, green vegetables, golden potato slices, shiny wax gourd slices... everyone's eyes are straightened. It's not because there are many styles of dishes, but because they are all raw!
"Rou'er, you are so busy and confused, why did you serve it before cooking!" Seeing Zhou's. Blame Road.
"Mom! How can I let everyone eat raw and cold food in this cold weather! Just wait, there will be hot and delicious food soon!" Wen Rou finished speaking, and quickly put a few bowls of dipping sauce on the table, Gently lifted the lid of the copper pot, a warm and strong fragrance instantly permeated everyone's intestines and stomachs.
It turns out that there is still heaven and earth in this pot! Mr. Songtao's eyes lit up, thinking that he is a food lover and has tasted countless delicacies in his life. But now this strange copper pot. Comes with so many raw foods. See you for the first time!
"This is what I call a hot pot. The soup base is made with the best lamb bone and chicken broth provided by Mr. Songtao. There are bean sprouts, mushrooms, green onions and ginger in it to enhance the freshness. You can eat your favorite ingredients as you like, as long as Soak it in the boiling soup for a while. Dip it in the sauce, and you’re ready to eat!" After speaking softly, she stretched out her hand to motion for everyone to taste it.
But the people at the table looked at each other and at the raw and cold ingredients on the table, but no one did anything!
Mr. Songtao paused with his chopsticks, eager to try, but flinched again, thinking, raw, can I eat it? Can you believe what a twelve-year-old girl said? Strange pot, cold raw food, cold day, I am an old man, maybe I will have diarrhea! This is no joke!
Seeing that everyone was sitting still, Rourou got up again, "Let me demonstrate first, I will take one bite and think twice if you are full! I can't stop at all!"
These words were said by Sheng Yaoshan in the previous life, "Eat one bite and think twice, there is no way to stop!"
Wenrou can still recall Sheng Yaoshan's expression on that day when he immersed himself in enjoying the delicious hot pot...
Gently pick up a slice of red mutton and put it into the boiling milky white broth. Almost in the blink of an eye, the mutton slices instantly turned brown and slightly curled. The chopsticks were still shaking slightly. Slightly dipped in the dipping sauce of garlic and sesame oil, gently blew it, put it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed happily, and then let out a long aftertaste: "Ah..."
"Sister, is it really that delicious?" Wen Ting looked at the gentle and intoxicated look, and swallowed greedily. How could this expression of enjoying the deliciousness be faked!
Before waiting for a gentle answer, Wen Ting couldn't wait to stretch out his chopsticks, hey, strange, why there is an extra pair of chopsticks, when he looked up again, Mr. Song Tao had already taken a piece of cooked mutton out of the pot for dipping, the meat slices Putting it into his mouth, Mr. Songtao's face was flushed.
Wen Ting couldn't wait any longer, and took out his own slice of meat and put it in his mouth.
"Delicious! It's so delicious!" Wen Ting shouted.
Looking at Mr. Songtao again, he is already stretching out his chopsticks to take a second bite!
All the people at the table swallowed their saliva in unison. Various ingredients were held in messy chopsticks, which were inserted into the boiling soup pot from all directions, and then taken out in a messy manner.
"Oops, my meat fell off!"
"Don't squeeze, move around."
“The sesame sauce is delicious!”
“Garlic sesame oil is delicious!”
"It's delicious, it's delicious!" He said everything for a while, and the table that was cold and quiet just now was about to fight in a blink of an eye.
"Second Uncle, you ate almost all of this plate of mutton!"
"Stinky boy, you didn't eat less!"
In a blink of an eye, a plate of mutton slices was completely divided, and even the vegetarian dishes were exposed at the bottom of the plate!
"Girl, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and prepare the ingredients! I'll treat you to the mutton today!" Mr. Song Tao held up his chopsticks and was reluctant to put it down, pointing at Gentle, who was about to fall down with a smile.
Here Wen Shoucai and Wen Tingzheng couldn't figure out who ate more mutton, while Rourou had already served the second wave of dishes.
The chaotic table fell silent in an instant, and there was another sound of chopsticks brushing together, followed by the sound of smacking their lips.
For a meal, Rourou couldn't remember exactly how many times the food was served, how many times the soup was added, how many times the charcoal was added, and at the end, he put a few poached eggs in the thick soup, and cooked a lot of noodles! When the market closed, all the people at the table hugged their stomachs without exception and hummed comfortably. It was really full!
"Sir, are you satisfied?" He asked the belching Mr. Songtao with a gentle smile.
"Okay, uh! Okay! Uh! I'll still eat this tonight!" Mr. Songtao touched his mouth with a satisfied face!
At the beginning, Sheng Yaoshan had this expression, he ate hot pot for several days in a row, and he didn't get tired of eating every meal. Later, if he didn't get angry, the imperial doctor ordered him to adjust his diet, maybe he would continue to eat it!
Gentle and full of joy, the bits and pieces of the previous life reappeared in his mind.
"Sir, you can't eat too much of this hot pot. If you eat too much, your stomach won't be able to handle it. Besides, good food needs to be kept flowing. I'll make you better ones someday!" Rourou squinted her eyes and persuaded with a smile.
"Hehe, good! Can I have it again during the Chinese New Year? It must be delicious to cook dumplings with this soup!" Mr. Songtao touched his chin, as if he was a little embarrassed.
"No problem, as long as my husband teaches my brother well, I will serve you with good food and drink every day!" Rourou negotiated a condition!
"You! Who do you think the old man is, you girl?" Mr. Song Tao was about to get angry when a little girl threatened him with delicious food and even negotiated terms with him! But the stomach can't tell lies, this girl's craftsmanship is really good! A series of delicacies floated in Mr. Songtao's mind, and the husband compromised.
"Okay! It's up to you, the old man will definitely work hard to urge the brat to study, but the final fate depends on the brat himself! After all, no one else can help you with exams, and he has to do it by himself in the end!" Mr. Songtao nodded .
"What? Diligence and urging?" Wen Ting, who was next to him, drooped his eyelids when he heard this word. Since Mr. Yesterday moved in, his little heart has never been stable. , Mr. will not let it go, and now you have to work harder and let people live, so it is possible that Mr. Ren Yue's elegant literary talent is also forced out in this way! At this moment, Wen Ting only felt his head pounding, and the bravery he had when eating hot pot just now was swept away.
In the evening, Wen Shouzheng came back from Zuixianlou after a day's exhaustion, and Zhou couldn't wait to take him to the kitchen to see the hot pot invented by Wenrou, and described it in detail, so greedy that Wen Shouzheng had already eaten in Zuixianlou After dinner, I sneaked into the kitchen with Mrs. Zhou to reproduce the delicacy of hot pot again.
"Father, how does it taste?" Zhou asked in a low voice.
"Absolutely! How did that girl Rou'er come up with this idea? This pot is amazing! I'll promote it to Zuixian Tower someday!" Wen Shouzheng said vaguely, mouthful of mutton slices.
At the same time, on the way back to Beijing, Ren Yue and Sheng Yaoshan parted ways.
Ren Yue took Uncle De Xiao Anzi and others, rushed all the way to Xi'an, went to see the mansion bestowed by the Holy Majesty, and then rushed to the capital without stopping.
Sheng Yaoshan and his party, although considering Sheng Jiaoxue and the Ninth Prince's factors, it was inconvenient to travel and travel, but they also got up early and stayed late, in order to be able to return to the capital earlier for the New Year.
"Brother Yaoshan, when can we arrive!" Liu Xian couldn't sit still in the carriage.
"Your Highness, Ninth Prince, please rest assured, we will be there in a few days!" Sheng Yaoshan, riding a red rabbit, replied respectfully outside the car.
"Oh, this journey is so boring, Xianer misses the scones made by Sister Wen..." Liu Xian rested his chubby cheeks, thoughtfully.
"Sister Wen...huh, a cook..." Sheng Jiaoxue sat beside her, full of disdain.
"That's right! Miss Wen, it's lucky to have the morning dew wine you brewed, otherwise... hehe." At night, Sheng Yaoshan sat alone on the steps in front of the post station, drinking alone against the moon.
Sheng Jiaoxue held Sheng Yaoshan's ink-colored gold-rimmed cloak and hid it aside, her heart became ruthless again: It's Miss Wen again! Isn't she just a cook! What a big deal!