Meng Xiaoni's hot pot restaurant is just an ordinary small shop.
Ordinarily, after Lao Lu entered the door, he didn't think there was any visual merit in this small storefront.
In some places, it looks ordinary, but it can have a special charm in front of the camera. But this kind of small restaurants that can be seen everywhere can at most capture some humanistic colors similar to documentary photos in front of the camera, but can't capture too many new era characteristics.
As for other advantages besides vision...
Probably because the hot pot is more fragrant.
As soon as Lao Lu entered the door, he smelled the smell of spicy hot pot, and his mouth unconsciously secreted saliva.
There are several tables of customers in the store, and they are basically eating in full swing.
The air conditioner is very cold, but all the people who eat hot pot have a little sweat on their heads, and they can't help but wipe their foreheads with two paper towels.
Lao Lu found a chair and sat down.
Seeing Meng Xiaoni bringing someone in, Meng's father and mother hurriedly greeted Lao Lu.
"Have you eaten, master? If you haven't eaten, why don't you have hot pot?"
"Our hot pot is spicy, salty and flavorful!"
Lao Lu originally planned to eat hot pot here, so he politely greeted the second elder: "I didn't eat it, I came here for a special meal. Just come here for a little bit."
"Then have a small pot! It's spicy!"
Meng Xiaoni went to the kitchen to serve hot pot.
Master Lu sat directly across from Lao Lu, smelling the smell of hot pot from time to time, fanning his hand constantly.
The old man's wrinkled face was as happy as a flower at the moment. He looked around and talked to his son from time to time. Even if he didn't get any response, he still enjoyed it now.
Meng Xiaoni brought out the hot pot and put it on Lao Lu: "What sauce do you want?"
Lao Lu glanced at the sauce area not far away.
Bowls of sauces are placed in the sauce area. Chopped peppers, millet peppers, and beef sauce are the most popular at the moment. Skip the bowls, and there are bottles of oil, soy sauce, vinegar, etc. on the side.
He asked Meng Xiaoni, "Do you recommend any sauce?"
Meng Xiaoni asked Lao Lu back: "Spicy oil dish? Do you want to add vinegar?"
As a native of Fengdu, Lao Lu naturally chose: "No vinegar. Not picky eaters."
Vinegar is used to relieve spicy food, and he is afraid that the hot pot here is not spicy enough.
Meng Xiaoni went to adjust the sauce for Lao Lu.
The oil dish is a very traditional dipping sauce dish in Fengdu. The most common style is to put chives, garlic, coriander, and finally pour sesame oil. The unusual style is an oil dish that Meng Xiaoni is preparing to adjust now.
Spicy advanced oil dish.
She took a small bowl, added chives, minced garlic, and a little coriander, and then added a tablespoon each of millet pepper, chili noodles, and beef sauce. Then add a teaspoon of oil, sprinkle with crushed peanuts and sesame seeds, and finally pour a thick layer of sesame oil.
With so many things added, it feels like a bowl is full of ingredients, not like seasonings for hot pot dipping sauce at all.
But the raw oil dish tastes very good.
Meng Xiaoni put the bowl on Lao Lu's table: "My mother made the beef sauce herself."
Lao Lu let out a "Yo hoo", took a spoon and tasted it vigorously.
He savored the taste carefully.
Salty is really salty, and fresh is really fresh. The chili flavor and the strong beef flavor are mixed together, so that Lao Lu, who is used to eating in Fengdu, can't help but nod his head: "It's okay."
The taste is not very good, but of course it is okay.
The beef and those chili and garlic ingredients are the freshest.
Meng Xiaoni was very contented, and when she got a good idea, she immediately smiled: "Then Uncle Lu eats first, and we will talk about the decoration after eating."
Mother Meng brought up several dishes: "You're welcome, eat more."
Lao Lu was indeed not polite, he nodded and put down his chopsticks to heat up the hot pot.
Meng Xiaoni went back to the kitchen, and Meng's mother whispered there, "You look a little old, so you should be quite powerful, right?"
Meng's father's reason is slightly different: "I have found all the little girls, so I can definitely do it."
The two talked to each other, but Meng Xiaoni poked her head out again: After reading the design draft, before signing the contract, both of them must not be able to talk about the decoration.
Old Lu was eating outside, and Lord Lu who was opposite him was also eating.
Lao Lu picked up a piece of hot-boiled beef, and Master Lu took the opportunity to step up and steal a bite of hot-boiled beef.
Master Lu ate the beef, but the beef didn't completely disappear, instead it went into the bowl normally, and finally entered Lao Lu's stomach.
Meng Xiaoni didn't know what Master Lu was eating as a ghost.
Depending on the situation, the father and son ate very comfortably.
Meng Xiaoni retracted her body: "I'll go feed Guifeng something to eat."
When Mother Meng heard this, she moved out the watermelon in the corner: "This, this, the black skin that just came in. Cut it up and give it to Guifeng to taste. It's very expensive, and it's not sold in supermarkets."
There are fields near Fengdu, and some people specialize in growing black-skinned watermelons.
This kind of black-skinned watermelon is not sold on weekdays. Good-looking watermelons are directly sent to high-end restaurants or shipped overseas with a tax increase. The one Mother Meng got was probably sent by a friend.
Meng Xiaoni held the watermelon in her hands, moved it to the stage with a huff: "Yeah."
Guifeng has changed from being favored by her alone to being favored by the whole family. In the future, it is not allowed to become a giant favorite of the whole store.
She drew the knife, cut two pieces, and then cut half of the watermelon into twelve pieces.
People who often cut watermelons have a skill. When they cut twelve pieces of watermelon, they can cut out six pieces without sunspots at all, and six pieces with sunspots on the edge. The seeds of watermelon grow very regularly. Once you figure out this pattern, it is easy to avoid it with a knife.
Cutting the two pieces of watermelon without seeds into cubes, Meng Xiaoni thought about it, and heated the hot pot for Guifeng again.
She went upstairs with two bowls.
The window of Meng Xiaoni's room was wide open.
Both ends of the curtain are tied with threads, and a parrot swing bought by Meng Xiaoni is hung in the middle.
The swing has poles and a place to lie down.
Guifeng lay on the swing dangling basking in the sun, her eyes narrowed and her face full of enjoyment.
Summer is always a bit windy. When the breeze blows, the ghost phoenix will shake with the swing, increasing the swinging range a little. The pink feathers on its head were blown at the same time at this moment, looking extremely cute.
Meng Xiaoni came in with a bowl: "Guifeng, it's time for lunch."
Guifeng turned around and looked towards the door: "There is a ghost downstairs."
Meng Xiaoni's heart skipped a beat.
Guifeng was talking about Lord Lu
She put the bowl on the table: "What did you say?"
Guifeng reiterated: "There is a ghost downstairs."
Meng Xiaoni carefully looked at the small and lovely Guifeng: "Can you feel the existence of ghosts?"
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The sunlight fell on Guifeng's body, very bright.
It swayed with the wind, and said unusual words in an ordinary tone: "Yes. This is a new ghost that has only been dead for a few years. Judging from the average human life span today, it is not considered a long life."
After hearing this, Meng Xiaoni reached out and rubbed Guifeng's head.
Guifeng squinted her red eyes and was about to scold her, when Meng Xiaoni said, "Don't tell others."
With a smile on her face, she turned and left. When she left her room and was about to close the door, Meng Xiaoni put her finger to her mouth, made a "hush" motion, and said softly to Guifeng, "I'll go downstairs to help."
The door closes.
Guifeng quietly watched the closed door in the house.
"Human beings are often repulsive to things they are not familiar with."
It got up and jumped onto the table lightly, and walked to the two bowls with small steps. A bowl is full of various hot pot ingredients, and a bowl is full of diced watermelon.
Meng Xiaoni's behavior just now was not to repel it, but theoretically, she should be afraid that it would be repelled.
The ghost phoenix has been a phoenix for so many years, and no one has ever dared to reject it.
Likewise, there was never any fear of being ostracized.
"Humanity… "
Guifeng pecked at the watermelon: "...the talent for planting is really amazing."
The watermelon was so delicious that Guifeng's thoughts suddenly went astray. How could there be such a sweet and juicy watermelon in the human world? The ghosts of this continent are all gathered in the same hell, why is there nothing in this garbage hell
Gui Fengdi did not know how many times he had condemned the top ten kings of Hades in his heart with his real name.
At this moment, Lao Lu, who didn't know anything downstairs, was eating hot pot, his face flushed slightly.
He dropped half of the beef rolls in one breath, stroked them twice, and found that the blood was gone, so he lifted them up and put them into his bowl on the spot. This eating speed greatly satisfied his uncle who was eating hot pot next to him.
Father Meng also served a cup of peanut juice.
After a meal, Lao Lu and Uncle Gui slumped in their chairs, feeling the pleasure of being full.
For Lao Lu, who is a human being, spiciness blooms on his taste buds, and what stimulates his pain as a human being. When the brain realizes that a person is in pain, it will secrete some substances to make people feel happier.
If there is anything in life that cannot be solved with one meal of hot pot, then two meals.
For Lord Lu, who has become a ghost, he hasn't eaten human food for a while, and eating it this time is a great enjoyment. Not to mention that there seems to be something in these meals. It's a pity that Lord Lu couldn't find it at all now, he is too ordinary, and his mind is full of "eating hot pot".
Father Meng cleared the table, and the proud and paralyzed old Lu said, "Is this pot delicious? My daughter recently made it."
Lao Lu nodded.
Father Meng happily left with the rag in his arms.
Meng Xiaoni sat next to Master Lu, opposite to Old Lu: "Uncle Lu, the design of this shop..."
Lao Lu sat up a little bit, but unfortunately his swollen belly was not very strong, and it was still protruding.
He tore his clothes comfortably, and then put the manuscript next to him on the table: "Look at my preliminary idea. I want to see the water and electricity lines on the spot. I put the draft of the contract in it. The problem of money..."
Meng Xiaoni raised her heart when she heard this key word.
Lao Lu: "My design is a dividend. I will find the plumbers, and I will paint the walls myself. This can greatly reduce expenses. The deposit is deducted from the amount, and the rest can be settled monthly. I roughly calculated and wrote it down."
Before Meng Xiaoni could say anything, the eavesdropping Meng's father and mother said, "We have some money, don't worry, little girl."
After hearing this, Lao Lu laughed, "That's easy to say. You can open it and have a look."