Chapter 211: Hot pot, snack food

There is no longer a happier thing in winter than eating hot pot. The colder you eat, the harder you are. The late October is not the coldest, but Many people wore thin cotton clothes. It was about three o'clock. In the corner of the ground floor lobby of Xinyuan Restaurant, two round wooden tables with empty buckles were set up. The busy guys should only leave one person running. All the other delightful help put all kinds of dishes on the beautiful dishes to the table. The guests of the restaurant were not curious to watch. They didn’t understand that they had some lettuce to dry up. The table was strange, the middle was so big. Cave, how do you eat?
"What taste, good fragrance."
"Isn't that a few chefs from Xinyuan? How come out all?"
"Where is the farmer who bought the tens of thousands of acres of wasteland with the shopkeeper? Is it that the wasteland is the owner behind Xinyuan?"
"Look, they put all the stoves and pots in the middle of the table. Is this to be cooked and eaten?"
"It’s a scent, it’s a fragrant smell, and I want to go down and fight with them."
Xinyuan’s sudden action has smashed everyone. Although it’s not yet lunch time, there are a lot of guests in the store. Whether it’s sitting in the lobby or in the private room, all the rich soup tastes are attracted. Everyone is curious. Looking at them, the hot pot table has a total of two tables, a table of red soup, a table of pot bottom, a few red shredded dried chili peppers on the bottom of the red soup, the red soup's soup looks like appetite, the shabu-shabu One red and one white, like the Chuhe Hanjie, the barriers are distinct, and the visual sense is particularly strong. On the bottom of the pot, there are dense dishes on the table, all of which are uncooked lettuce, such as pig brain and duck. Intestinal duck blood, potato chips, Chinese cabbage and so on.
"Good fragrance, hey, how can I eat this?"
Followed by Ling Jingxuan, the little buns who went downstairs took a breath, and asked for a small mouth urgently. Ling Jingxuan shook his head with a funny smile and pulled him to the table of the shabu-shabu. In the small bowl of white, Ling Jingxuan took the bowl, picked up the bottle filled with sesame oil and poured a small bowl of sesame oil, and put the chopped green onion, ground salt, chili noodles and other ingredients, and then handed it to the buns. .
"The hot pot is the more delicious, the hot pot. When we eat hot pot, we should put the boiled food into the pot first. For example, chicken feet, fat intestines, mushrooms, bean curd can also be put in first, then the soup can be boiled, then you can Sandwich with some easy-to-cook dishes, such as duck fillets, potato chips, etc., like this, stir in the soup a few times, you can eat the duck intestines, but you must eat the sesame oil before eating. Wrap it in, so that it won't be hot, and the snacks will open your mouth."
Ling Jingxuan said that while the demonstration will be carried, a hot duck intestine is sent to the mouth of the small buns. The little buns that have long waited for impatiently bite the duck intestines, not waiting for Ling Jingxuan pine chopsticks, sucking the ducks Intestines sucked into the mouth: "Whry... good times, good times... I don't want to be a snack food, but I don't forget to give a thumbs up to him while eating."
"I am here today, everyone is welcome, just eat."
After receiving the praise of the little buns, Ling Jingxuan stood up and greeted the chefs and the guys. A group of people cheered happily and sat down to learn Ling Jingxuan’s previous appearance, cooking dishes, and the two tables were busy. However, the little buns who have found the Tuen Mun children are even more ruthless, and they put the duck intestines and fish fillets into the pot.
"The Zhang treasurer also eats it. I go upstairs and eat with them."
Satisfied with a glance at the audience's coveted eyes, Ling Jingxuan knows that his strategy has been successful. When he leaves, those frequent customers will definitely look for the dispensers to ask about the hot pot. As for the price of the soup and vegetables, the shopkeeper Naturally, it will not be necessary for him to worry about this kind of thing.
"Well, you hurry up." What did he see, how could the Zhang treasurer not see it? Seeing that the hot pot has not yet appeared, it seems to evoke everyone's interest and locusts. Zhang's treasurer must have a slouchy smile. In the past, their business will decline in the past, and this year will not fall back? It’s a godsend, you can always come up with a weird way to make money.
"Small steamed buns, it's time to go." Turning back, seeing the little buns don't know when he has rolled up his sleeves and dried up. Ling Jingxuan can't help but laugh. He seems to have never lost him in eating. Why is he always eating like? He loses his training and practice martial arts every day, otherwise he may have grown into a meat dumpling.
"Wait, I will take another bite, just like a bite..." The little buns are full of oil, and the head doesn't say back, obviously knowing that you can go back to the private room, but you can't bear to leave the chopsticks. It is too interesting to invent this method. And the taste is so good that people want to bite off their tongue.
"Yes, then you will accompany them with Zhang Dashu, can I go up?" There is no way to take this greedy little son. Ling Jingxuan simply turned around and expected, but the little buns nodded: "Okay, Hey, I am going to find you after I finish eating, don’t run around!"
"Amount" Ling Jingxuan’s brain is black, this is to eat even Lao Tzu?
"Ah? Uncle Shan, come over to eat hot pot, it's delicious."
The corner of the eye was inadvertently swept, and it was not easy to recover. Yanshan, who was preparing to go upstairs, waved chopsticks with warm greetings, but Yan Shan was physically stiff and almost didn’t fall to the ground. The road with a black line: "No, no, the little master, you can eat well, I am not hungry."
Grandma, he just wants to vomit as soon as he hears the word.
"Yes? It's a pity, it's really delicious. You can't regret it if you don't eat it."
Holding a dish and biting the head of the chopsticks, the little bun looked pity, and Yan Shan’s mouth couldn’t help but smoke, stuttering:
I, I’ll go up first.

After the words are finished, Caesar opens up his legs and runs up. The speed is fast. The naked eye can only see a series of afterimages. Ling Jingxuan can't help but see the stunned. The shadow area of ​​the bottom of the heart of Yan Shan is afraid to be bigger than the inner sea.
"Shu Shu is this awkward?"
The little buns groaned with incomprehensible moustaches, and a pair of evil spirits chasing after them?
"Cough... Nothing, he may find your father has something urgent, little buns, you eat slowly, remember not to eat too spicy, listen to Zhang Dashu's words, go to the upstairs after eating to find us know?"
Coughing two strong reluctance to hold back the desire to laugh, Ling Jingxuan pretend to swear his head rigorously, the little buns are no longer tangled, and nodded neatly: "Good."
Turning back, the little conscience did not bury himself, and Ling Jingxuan reluctantly sighed and whispered up to the floor with the slogan of Zhang. He recognized it. It is estimated that his position in his little buns is impossible in this life. More than food.
When they finished the hot pot, it was almost noon, and they all ate a hungry and ate a round belly. After eating, they didn’t want to move anymore. Especially the two buns, the little buns would not be said, even the big ones. The buns are all eaten, and the two bears are occupying the chaise couch in the private room. They are lying on the top of the room. From time to time, the two men still touch the round belly. They can see that Yan Ruirui and Ling Jingxuan can’t help but laugh.
Not to mention Ling Jingxuan's surprise, many people pointed out that they would eat hot pot when they were dining at noon. Some specially sent people to go home and call their family. Fortunately, the soup is ready-made, and the ingredients and dishes are quite complete. The table pots are all pulled back. The Zhang's shopkeeper simply makes half of the table on the ground floor replaced with a hot pot table. The second floor private room is temporarily changed according to the needs of the guests. This day, until Ling Jingxuan, they are not two. Engraved around, Xinyuan's business is not good enough. During the period, because many people ordered fresh mushrooms, Ling Jingpeng also went home and pulled a large basket. Even the afternoon did not rest.
"Hey, we bought fabrics again. In the first two days, Shui Lingjie gave us two thick cotton coats."
Out of the restaurant, they didn't take a carriage at noon. The four-person take-out Ling Jingpeng was all walking. Because it was a gathering, even if it was already out of date, there were still many people on the street. Ling Jingxuan took them directly. When I went to the ready-to-wear shop, I bought six or seven colors of brocade cloth and cotton to make clothes for my family. He chose the cotton cloth, but the quality was better than the first time. Cotton was a one-off. I bought three hundred pounds. In addition to making cotton coats, I should also give people a thick quilt. They followed him. He would never be ill-treated on material conditions.
"Who would suspect that he has more clothes? Didn't he say it in the morning, we have to go out to play, one or two sets of clothes are definitely not enough, and those satin are not all for you to make clothes, there are grandmothers and people at home. The quilt fabric."
He knew that the big buns would definitely have opinions, and Ling Jingxuan, who was holding him, was able to cope with it. He always insisted on the things he bought, and the big buns slammed the door, but it was also reasonable. As long as he was clear about him, He will not say anything more.
"Oh, that's really the time to buy, hey, are we really going out to play? Where to play?"
I heard that everyone has a share, and it is not a waste of money. Ling Wen feels distressed, but he agrees, and instead asks another question.
"Just play in the territory of Chenzhou. Next month, the uncle will have to take the test. Let's come back and cheer for the second uncle. The college of the family is almost open, so we must come back at the end of the month or early next month."
Whether he is the original owner or not, the farthest place he has ever been is the county seat. Where is it fun and what can be played? He is not clear. I am afraid that his man will lead the way. It is his land after all. .
"Well, then where are we going next?"
They haven't got into the carriage yet, and they have a destination and a destination. Ling Wen can't help but wonder. Now, the home purchase of essential supplies is handled by Song Shu. Shouldn't they buy them?
"Go to Liu Baoren to buy a few people to go back, I think..."
"What? Buy someone again?"
When Ling Jingxuan didn't finish talking, Ling Wen suddenly exclaimed to the hard-boiled students. All of them couldn't help but stop. At the same time, they also attracted a lot of passers-by. Ling Wen was consciously dying, and his face was shy. After a long while, he pulled him into the corner and said quietly: "Hey, isn’t there a lot of people in the family? You want to buy someone?"
Those people are enough?
"This time I want to buy is not an ordinary person, Xiaowen, do you remember what you said to you? Your father's identity is not simple, we will leave sooner or later, before that, I want to help them arrange their milk first. In order to prevent us from coming back to find our own home, you are also aware of the temperament of your grandmother. You are good and kind, and you are not good enough. Even if your father does not talk about it, in the future, the second uncle will be in high school. Our family will also deal with the government. Milk can't always be like this, so I want to buy them a few big households, let them teach the rules of the grandmother, I can't just spend money, this money can't be saved, and there is I want to train your father to train a group of useful people. I have thought about it. Instead of recruiting people from outside, it is better to buy a few young people who are younger and go back to the training. At least their sales are in our hands, not afraid. Are they giving birth to anti-bone?"
In fact, these Ling Jingxuan did not need to talk to his son at all, but from his crossing to the present, he did not smash him anything. This is the same thing. He is their eldest son. In the future, he will inherit the title of the world. He hopes that he will be trained as a talented person with all-round thinking from an early age, not limited to a small well.
"Father, he... will it be dangerous in the future?"
Excited emotions slowly calmed down, Ling Wen’s eyes flashed and whispered, he once accidentally heard, Yan brother called his father Huang Shu, then he quietly asked the second uncle, the second uncle said that The royal family's unique name, and Yan Ge is the prince, the person who can make him the uncle is only the prince, plus Ling Jinghan's deliberate guidance, in fact, he already knew, the father is the famous of war, but because they He has never told him that he has not told anyone that he believes that at the right time, his father or sister will take the initiative to tell them.
"Yes, but you won't let him be dangerous. Xiaowen believes you?"
With Ling Jingxuan's savvy, will you not see his abnormality? Knowing that he may have already guessed, Ling Jingxuan touched his head with a sly touch, his eyes crossed his small shoulder and looked at Yan Ruirui and others who were waiting for them. Who would dare to let him hurt, he would have his Life, if it is an enemy country, he does not mind creating a national weapon city that does not belong to this era of hot weapons to level the other side!
"Ok!"
Looking up at his eyes, Ling Wen nodded heavily, confrontation, he is 100% trust.
"Oh... then let's go, father, they are waiting."
The feeling of being trusted by the son is more cool than earning more money. Ling Jingxuan took him back and walked step by step to his own man who was opposite.