Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

In the next second, the little bun Ling Wu rushed to Ling Jingxuan, his eyes were shining brightly, and there seemed to be suspicious wet marks on the corners of his mouth, Ling Jingxuan poked his head angrily: "You snack food, see you all. I haven't seen it before, how can I teach people?"

Bear boy, when he sees something to eat, he gets carried away.

"whee!"

Being complained by his father, the little bun is not annoyed, the upright thief smiled, and everyone couldn't help but chuckle when they saw this, and looked at him with full of pampering in their eyes.

Chapter 211 Hot Pot, Snacks

There is nothing happier than eating hot pot in winter. The colder it is, the more exciting it is to eat. Cangzhou in late October is not the coldest, but many people have put on thin cotton clothes, and it has been about three quarters. , in the corner of the hall on the ground floor of Xinyuan Restaurant, two round wooden tables with a hollow in the middle were erected. The busy guys who should have been busy left only one person to run the hall. When the dishes were brought to the table, the guests of the restaurant were all curiously watching, wondering why they brought some lettuce out. The table was also strange, with such a big dòng in the middle, how could it be eaten?

"What does it smell? It smells so good."

"Isn't that a few chefs from Xinyuan? How come they all came out?"

"The one who walked with Manager Zhang was the farmer who bought tens of thousands of acres of wasteland? Could it be that those wasteland were bought by the owner behind Xinyuan?"

"Look, they put all the small stoves and pots in the middle of the table, so they want to eat while cooking?"

"No matter what, this taste is really fragrant, it makes me want to go down and share a table with them."

Xinyuan's sudden action stunned everyone. Although it wasn't lunch time yet, there were quite a few customers in the store. Whether they were sitting in the lobby or in the private room, the strong soup smell attracted everyone. Everyone was curious. Looking at them, there were two tables on the hot pot table, one with red soup and one with the bottom of the mandarin duck pot. There were a few shredded chili peppers floating on the bottom of the red soup. One red and one white, the barriers are as distinct as the Chu River and the Han world, and the visual sense is very strong, and around the bottom of the pot, there are densely packed plates on the table, which are all uncooked lettuce, such as pig brain, duck Intestinal duck blood, potato chips, Chinese cabbage, etc.

"It's delicious, Daddy, how do you eat this?"

The little bun who went downstairs with Ling Jingxuan took a hard breath, smashed his mouth and asked urgently, Ling Jingxuan shook his head amusingly, dragged him to the table of Yuanyangguo, and the guy alertly sent two Ying The white small bowl, Ling Jingxuan took the bowl, picked up the bottle with sesame oil and poured half a bowl of sesame oil, and added minced garlic, chopped green onion, finely ground salt, chili noodles and other ingredients, and then handed it to the small bun after mixing it well. .

"Hotpot is getting more and more fragrant. When we eat hotpot, we should put the food that can be boiled into the pot first, such as chicken feet, fat intestines, mushrooms, and bean curd. You can also put it in first, and then wait for the soup to boil. Take some easy-to-cook vegetables and eat them hot, such as duck intestines, fish slices, potato chips, etc., like this, stir a few times in the soup, and you can eat when you see the duck intestines curled up, but before eating, put them on a sesame oil dish Wrap it up so that you won't burn your mouth, and the snack food will open your mouth."

As Ling Jingxuan spoke, he showed the demonstration, holding a hot duck intestine to Xiao Baozi's mouth. The impatient Xiao Baozi opened his mouth and bit the duck intestine. Before Ling Jingxuan loosened his chopsticks, he sucked the duck. The intestines sucked into his mouth: "Huhu... Good times, good times... You deserve to be a snack foodie, and you don't forget to give his father a thumbs up while eating."

"I'll treat you today, you're welcome, you can eat whatever you want."

After receiving the praise from Xiao Baozi, Ling Jingxuan stood up and greeted the chef and the guys. A group of people cheered happily and sat down nearby, imitating Ling Jingxuan's previous way of preparing dishes and cooking. The two tables were very busy. In fact, the little buns who have found the tricks are even more rude to do it themselves, and successively pick up duck intestines and fish fillets and put them into the pot.

"Manager Zhang, let's eat too. I'll go upstairs to eat with Sheng Rui and the others."

Glancing at the coveted eyes of the audience with satisfaction, Ling Jingxuan knew that his strategy had succeeded. After he left, those regular customers would definitely ask Mr. Zhang about hot pot. As for the price of soup base and vegetables, Mr. Zhang would definitely It will be done naturally, this kind of thing does not need him to bother himself.

"Okay, hurry up." How could shopkeeper Zhang not see what he saw? Seeing that the hot pot has not been launched, it seems to have aroused everyone's interest and greed. Shopkeeper Zhang smiled so much that his face was wrinkled. In the past, their business would decline in winter. As expected of Jing Xuan, he can always come up with bizarre ways to make money.

"Little Bun, it's time to go." Turning around, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing when he saw that Little Bun had rolled up his sleeves for some reason. He didn't seem to have lost him when it came to eating, right? Why does he always seem to be hungry? Thanks to him practicing martial arts every day, otherwise he would have grown into a meat dumpling long ago.

"Wait, I'll take another bite, one bite will be fine..." Xiao Baozi said without looking back, his mouth full of oil. He knew that he could go back to the private room, but he was reluctant to throw away his chopsticks. Dad found this way of eating too interesting. And it tasted so good that I wanted to bite my tongue off.

"Yes, then you can accompany Uncle Zhang and the others to eat below, can I go up?" Ling Jingxuan simply pretended to turn around with this greedy young son, but the little bun nodded: "Okay, Daddy, I'll go to you after I finish eating, don't run around!"

"Uh" Ling Jingxuan's forehead went black, is this because he doesn't want to eat even Lao Tzu?

"Ah? Uncle Shan, come and eat hot pot, it's delicious."

Out of the corner of the eye inadvertently

After sweeping, Yan Shan, who was about to go upstairs, waved his chopsticks and greeted him warmly, but Yan Shan's body froze and almost didn't fall to the ground. Said: "No, no need, just eat well, little master, I'm not hungry."

Grandma's, he now feels like throwing up whenever he hears the word "eat".

"Really? It's a pity, it's really delicious, you'll regret it if you don't eat it."

Holding the bowl and biting the end of the chopsticks, the little bun looked regretful, Yan Shan couldn't help twitching, and stammered: "I, I'll go up first."

After she finished speaking, she spread her legs and ran up. The speed was so fast that she could only see a string of afterimages with the naked eye. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but be stunned. The shadow area in Yan Shan's heart was probably bigger than the Inner Sea, right?

"Uncle Shan, what's going on here?"

The little bun tilted his head and muttered in confusion, why does he look like an evil ghost is chasing him?

"Cough cough... It's okay, he may have something urgent to ask your father, eat the little buns slowly, remember not to eat too spicy, listen to Uncle Zhang's words, and come upstairs to find us after eating, do you know?"

Coughing twice, holding back the desire to laugh, Ling Jingxuan rubbed his head with a pretense of seriousness, and the little bun was no longer entangled when he heard the words, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Turning around, the little conscience buried his head and started eating again. Ling Jingxuan sighed helplessly, and whispered to the shopkeeper Zhang before going upstairs. He recognized it. It is estimated that his status in the heart of his little bun is impossible in this life. more than good food.

By the time they finished eating the hot pot, it was almost noon, and they all ate their stomachs full of hunger. After eating, they didn’t want to move anymore, especially the two steamed buns. The steamed buns were exhausted, and the two bear children occupied the imperial concubine's couch in the private room and lay on it in a large font. From time to time, the two of them would touch their round stomachs in unison, making Yan Shengrui and Ling Jingxuan unable to help but not know whether to laugh or cry.

As expected by Ling Jingxuan, many people indicated that they wanted to eat hot pot at noon, and some even sent people home to call their family members. Fortunately, the soup was ready-made, and the ingredients and dishes were relatively complete. , the tables and pots were all pulled back. Manager Zhang asked people to replace half of the tables on the ground floor with hot pot tables, and the private rooms on the second floor were temporarily changed according to the needs of the guests. Around a moment, Xinyuan's business was too good. During this period, because many people ordered fresh mushrooms, Ling Jingpeng went home and pulled a large basket, and he couldn't even take a nap.

"Dad, why are we buying fabrics? Sister Shui Ling only made us two sets of thick cotton coats two days ago."

After leaving the restaurant, they ate too much at noon and they didn't take the carriage. The family of four took out Ling Jingpeng all on foot. Because it was a festival, even if it was too late, there were still many people on the street, so Ling Jingxuan took them to Changchun. At the ready-to-wear shop he visited, he bought six or seven colors of brocade and cotton to make clothes for his family. He still chose cotton, but the quality was better than the first time he bought it. Cotton was one-off. After buying 300 catties, in addition to making cotton clothes, it is time to prepare thick quilts for the people. They follow him, and he will never treat them badly in terms of material conditions.