Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Luo Jiaojiao subconsciously licked her lips, and blinked her big grape-like eyes, "Hot pot is a copper pot that is roasted over charcoal fire. Just go in and cook."

"Cook while eating, and dip in the dipping sauce that I made myself." Luo Jiaojiao's saliva was about to secrete, "It's so delicious!"

"We can make mushroom hot pot today, which is mushroom hot pot. It's delicious."

Luo Yan almost understood what Luo Jiaojiao said.

Although I don't know what the so-called hot pot looks like, Jiaojiao said that there is nothing bad about delicious food.

She had no doubts about that.

Luo Yan reached out and touched Luo Jiaojiao's hair lightly, and said with a smile, "Since Jiaojiao wants to eat this hot pot, let's eat hot pot tonight."

Since it was what Luo Jiaojiao wanted to eat, the rest of the Luo family naturally had no intention of refusing it.

Everyone nodded.

Everyone in the Luo family knows Luo Jiaojiao's "fairy fate" except Uncle Thirteen.

Except that you still have to avoid them when getting things from the supermarket, there are no other restrictions.

In the afternoon, there was still no one patronizing the restaurant, and everyone was a little bit frustrated.

But when he thought about having hot pot at night, the feeling of depression dissipated a little.

The sky was getting dark, Luo Yuan went to the door and turned over the sign at the door, from open to closed.

The liver-colored restaurant door was slowly closed.

Luo Jiaojiao quickly jumped off the bench and ran to her back kitchen.

Now that she moved to Peach Blossom Town and changed to a new home, she got her own room as she wished.

But the backyard connected to the restaurant is not small, and it is even bigger for her little arms and legs who are only three and a half years old.

She filled several plates with the hot pot, mandarin duck pot, vegetables, mushrooms, beef and mutton, tripe, yellow throat, beef louver, etc. that she had planned for a long time.

Because considering the large number of people in the family, each serving has enough weight.

There are two flavors for the hot pot base, one is clear soup and the other is spicy, and there are even several dipping sauces.

Luo Jiaojiao stood on the small bench, looked at the stove full of things, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Then he bowed his small body and slowly got off the bench.

Then he ran out of the back kitchen with his own little arms and legs.

"Sister, come here!"

Hearing Luo Jiaojiao's voice, Luo Yan hurriedly approached the back kitchen.

As soon as I entered the back kitchen, I was dazzled by the things on the stove.

Although food appeared out of thin air in the kitchen not once or twice, but every time I saw her, I was still uncontrollably surprised.

Luo Jiaojiao stretched out her white and tender chubby hands to introduce them one by one, and licked her lips uncontrollably while introducing these hot pot ingredients.

According to Luo Jiaojiao's description, Luo Yan made a soup with hot pot base and various mushrooms on the stove.

Uncle Thirteen cheerfully lit a charcoal fire on the charcoal fire basin, which was placed on a wooden support.

This bracket was made by Uncle Thirteen.

Coincidentally, the brass-colored mandarin duck pot was placed on the charcoal fire basin just right, and after a while, the mandarin duck pot burst into bubbles of different sizes.

The milky white mushroom soup and the fiery red spicy soup are both in a pot of soup, which looks extraordinarily appetizing.

It was originally due to the continuous heavy rain outside and the cold popularity.

It was still cold in the lobby of the restaurant, but now everyone was surrounded by the pot, and everyone felt warm.

The coldness on his body also disappeared.

There was a saucer in front of everyone, which was the ready-made hot pot dipping sauce that Luo Jiaojiao took out from the supermarket.

According to what Luo Jiaojiao said, everyone picked up a chopsticks of beef rolls as thin as cicada's wings and put them into the pot.

At a speed almost visible to the naked eye, the pink rolled beef roll unrolled quickly, and the color changed rapidly in about ten seconds.

"When the meat changes color, you can eat it with dipping sauce." Luo Jiaojiao said in a childish voice.

Everyone quickly took out the meat and dipped it in the hot pot sauce in front of them.

Put it in your mouth quickly.

As soon as the hot and salty beef rolls were in their mouths, everyone couldn't help opening their mouths and swallowing them whole.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and then they let go and kept filling the pot.

"This thing called hot pot is too delicious!"

"It's best to eat when the weather is cold. I haven't eaten much and my body is already warmed up!"

"Not only the meat, but also the dishes in the hot pot are delicious."

"Yes, this mushroom is also delicious!"

"..."

Everyone's faces were red from eating, but the chopsticks didn't stop for a moment, and they kept sending things to their mouths.

His body was hot from eating, and his forehead was sweating profusely.

Even Luo Zhe pouted and dealt with the scorched meat in front of him seriously.

Just when everyone was eating happily, there was a knock on the door.

Luo Yuan quickly stuffed the beef roll in his hand into his mouth, then got up and opened the door cursing.

"It's all closed, why is there someone knocking on the door, who is it?"

Standing outside the door was a wet old man, who seemed to be about the same age as Uncle Thirteen.

I saw the old man trembling with his arms folded.

The impatient expression between Luo Yuan's brows also subsided in an instant, and he asked politely, "Master, what's the matter with you?"

The old man closed his eyes, sniffed greedily the smell of hot pot in the air, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Then he opened his eyes, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sign hanging at the door of the restaurant.

It says ten coins for a plate of mushrooms, and the method is casual.

This price was set after careful consideration. After the rain, the mushrooms on the mountain can grow a lot overnight.

Luo Yan and the others worried that Jiaojiao's "Xianyuan" was what they ate during this period of time, and if they used it too much, it would cause losses to Jiaojiao.

Therefore, for foods like mushrooms that are not easy to be noticed by people, they set a price that can be said to be worthless in this famine year.

The old man looked at Luo Yuan expectantly.

He hadn't eaten for almost three days.

The people in the town are divided into three categories, those who are rich and have no worries about food and clothing, those who are poor, and those who are caught in the middle like them.

The most difficult thing is that people like him have a little money, but they are more than enough than the bottom.

But at a time like this, the money in his pocket can't even buy a single grain of rice.

The rice in the grain store has been robbed long ago, where is it their turn?

But now the food in the restaurant costs a few taels of silver, how can he afford it?

Luo Yuan frowned, "It's the price, but we are..."

"Master, this is the price, you come in first." Luo Yan opened the door with a smile.