Only I can prepare a dipping sauce for the spicy hot pot for Miss Qiao in a private restaurant that sells authentic mutton hotpot, and do it so confidently!
Qiao Nian was replying to Nie Mi's message. When she heard this, she raised her head and glanced at the dipping saucer in front of her. There was no chili pepper in the red oil. She responded lazily, "It shouldn't need to be changed."
There was a smile in Ye Wangchuan's eyes. He could see that she hadn't finished what she was saying. It seemed that it wasn't hot enough.
"Just eat it for now."
He was very graceful, he rolled up his sleeves elegantly, revealing a strong wrist with smooth and tense wrist bones. The silver bracelet and Buddhist beads on his wrist were quite eye-catching.
"If you can't eat sesame sauce, I'll ask someone to change the plate for you."
"kindness."
Qiao Nian had actually eaten sesame paste before. Yuan Yongqin was from Beijing and had taken her to eat northern hot pot in the city. There was sesame paste there. She had tried it once and could accept the taste. It was not spicy, but had the aroma of peanuts and sesame. She could eat it, but not too much, or she would get sick of it.
After a while, the thinly sliced mutton was served.
The private dishes in the Siheyuan are beautifully presented lamb, which looks very appetizing, and the aroma of lamb soup fills the room.
Qiao Nian was a little hungry.
She has never been someone who would treat herself badly when it comes to food, and after replying to Nie Mi's message, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
The mutton hotpot that Ye Wangchuan brought was authentic and genuine.
The last time she ate there with Yuan Yongqin in Raocheng, the mutton's mutton smell had not been removed, and the mutton smell remained in the soup, and even in the meat after being boiled.
For people who can't eat it, the taste really affects their appetite.
But when Ye Wangchuan brought her to this restaurant, the taste was much better. The mutton soup had a milky white base and a rich aroma. The key was that it did not have any mutton smell and preserved the freshness of the mutton to the greatest extent.
The boiled mutton is dipped in sesame sauce and wrapped with chopped green onions and coriander, which is delicious and tender.
Qiao Nian couldn't help but eat several servings. She didn't put down her chopsticks until she couldn't eat any more. She leaned back in the chair, half-closed her eyes, and there was a laziness in her eyes. She was completely satisfied.
Ye Wangchuan didn't eat much. He was just accompanying her. When he saw that she was full, he put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth, raised his eyes and asked casually, "Where are you going this afternoon? Do you want to go shopping in Jing City?"
"No, I don't want to walk."
Qiao Nian had just finished his meal and felt a little sleepy. His eyelids began to droop and he sat sideways on the chair, his lazy and sluggish aura almost uncontrollable.
For the first time, Gu San realized that he had a good appetite. He was still eating even when everyone else was full, which made him feel embarrassed to eat. He put down his chopsticks and just in time heard Qiao Nian say that she didn't want to go shopping. He said in confusion, "Miss Qiao, since you are here, if you don't go shopping, it would be a waste of time."
Qiao Nian propped up his chin with one hand, half-lidded his eyes, and had a wild look on his fair face: "Here we go again, the two classic theories of 'I'm here, it's Chinese New Year'."
"Ah?" Gu San looked confused, and it was obvious that he didn't get the joke.
Qiao Nian touched her red lips and complained accurately: "I saw on the Internet before that all problems in China can be solved with two sentences. The first sentence is 'I'm here', and the second sentence is 'It's the New Year'. Didn't you just say the first sentence? I suddenly remembered this joke."
(End of this chapter)