Lady Lingquan lifts a thousand pounds

Lin Xiangxiang knew what was going on, but he couldn't say it. He could only stare at the shopkeeper curiously like everyone else.

The shopkeeper said mysteriously, "Their shop sells something called hot pot. It's actually a hot pot. You just make a pot, put water and base ingredients on it, and the customers put the dishes in the pot to cook. Once cooked, take it out and dip it in the sauce to eat.”

Sima Qing and Uncle He are both knowledgeable. They have eaten all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, and they also eat them exquisitely.

After hearing this, I couldn't think of anything delicious about this thing.

Uncle He didn't even dare to think that if the masters had to make their own dipping sauces when eating, wouldn't that make the masters mad to death?

There is no need for the slaves below to work.

Although the rich people outside are not as good as his masters, they are all rich and knowledgeable. Can they bear to do it themselves when eating?

"Are they doing a good job?"

The shopkeeper said, "Business is booming. Their ingredients are very good and they have taken away a lot of business from other stores."

"And the food they eat is very lively. It's the Chinese New Year, and many people are willing to eat it."

Uncle He saw that everyone was very interested and wanted to take a look.

Maybe the young master likes to eat and can eat more.

"Then let's go have a meal at Shiweitian tomorrow to see how delicious it is, to know ourselves and our enemies, and to see how to get business back."

He also told Lin Xiangxiang and others, "You all go too. We are going with a mission. We must see more and taste more so we know how to get the business back."

When he said this, Liu Siniang couldn't object.

Lin Wuhu patted his chest, "Uncle He, don't worry, my mouth and nose are the best. I can definitely tell what's delicious about their hotpot."

He likes to eat the most and is very sensitive to taste.

Uncle He smiled and said, "Then we will rely on your mouth, Wulang, tomorrow."

The group of people said a few words and followed the shopkeeper to the backyard to arrange a place to live.

The yard here is large and there are many places to live, but Liu Siniang still chose two rooms, one for herself and Lin Xiangxiang, and one for Lin Sanchuan and his two brothers.

Lin Xiangxiang couldn't help but feel a little envious when he looked at the tall room, the clean bed, the white walls, and the conveniently-sized tables and chairs.

When her family builds a new house, she also wants such decoration and furniture, and she must have a room of her own.

She really didn't want to hear any more R-rated scenes.

Liu Siniang looked envious and thought that when her family built a new house, she would tidy up the house better and give her children a better living environment.

That night, Lin Xiangxiang had a strange dream.

In her dream, she saw her ex-boyfriend Zhang Zhao in this world.

Zhang Zhao actually died. He accidentally fell off the platform and fell to his death when he was getting married to Bai Fumei.

The angle he fell at was very strange, just breaking his neck.

Zhang Zhao actually saw her in his dream and ran over to hug her, but she pushed him away.

"What are you doing? You're crazy. We broke up a long time ago."

Zhang Zhao said excitedly, "Xiangxiang, I find that the person I love is still you. Xiangxiang, I will definitely find you this time. Don't worry, wait for me."

Lin Xiangxiang woke up from the nightmare.

She suddenly remembered about another time traveler. If this time traveler was really Zhang Zhao, would he recognize her?

But after thinking about it, I found this idea ridiculous.

How is it possible that two people have traveled through time and met in the same place?

That chance is too small.

She wiped her sweat, lay back on the bed, and comforted herself for a while, then fell asleep again.

Early in the morning on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, everyone got up and went to the street to buy things in high spirits.

Uncle He brought Sima Qing out and sent two guards to him.

"I have something to do today, so I will ask you to take my young master with you."

Sima Qing snorted at Lin Xiangxiang, not knowing where he was dissatisfied.

Lin Xiangxiang didn't care about him. In her eyes, these were little brats.

She just filled a pot of water for herself and gave some to Sima Qing.

She also wears the pendant when she is not at home.

She stored the water dripping from the pendant in the morning in a small bottle. Only a little bit was mixed into the pot of boiling water and distributed to everyone.

She recently experimented and found that this spiritual spring water can be preserved, but she doesn't know how long it can be preserved.

She planned to get more small bottles and conduct experiments to see how long the water could be stored.

Sima Qing liked to drink the water she gave him. He always felt that the water she gave him was very delicious. After drinking it, his body felt much lighter.

Yesterday, he took a car from the county seat to Fucheng. If he had been in physical condition before, he would definitely have back pain after arriving and would sleep until noon.

But he didn't feel tired yesterday. He woke up early today and felt refreshed.

He took a sip and asked, "What did you put in this water? Why does it taste different from other water?"

Of course Lin Xiangxiang couldn't talk about Lingquan, so he said, "It's nothing, it's just the well water at home, that's all that's left."

You can't add Spirit Spring to other water tomorrow, otherwise the problem will be seen.

Sima Qing didn't doubt it either. After all, Uncle He also said that the feng shui around their village was indeed very good.

When Uncle He saw this scene, he called Liu Siniang aside and asked if he could buy their well water every day.

"My young master has a bad stomach and doesn't like to eat much. Seeing that he likes your well water, can you sell us some of it every day? Just one bucket a day."

He thought that he would only buy one bucket every day, which would be enough for the young master to eat and drink.

Lin Xiangxiang heard this and couldn't help but look at Uncle He twice.

Uncle He was really loyal to Sima Qing, and he was very perceptive, and he quickly saw that her water was getting better.

Liu Siniang quickly waved her hand, "Oh, you are too polite. What are you talking about buying? The water is free. You can just send someone to fetch it when the time comes."

That's a well dug by one's own family. There is a lot of water and it doesn't cost much.

Uncle He still wanted to give money, but felt that it was not easy to take advantage of it.

After all, drilling a well in the village is also very expensive.

Liu Siniang said quickly, "Uncle He, if you are so polite again, how can we have the nerve to let our children study in your private school?"

A bucket of water is not valuable, and the bulk of it is the amount of money that people give away.

Uncle He smiled and said, "Well, we will all be in the same village from now on, so we won't be polite."

After listening to this, Lin Xiangxiang understood what effect Uncle He and the others wanted from the water.

Seeing how sick Sima Qing looked, it was better to add some spiritual spring water to him to help him recuperate.

After all, Uncle He was really nice to them.

A few people had breakfast and then went out to do some shopping.

Because the Chinese New Year is coming, Fucheng is very busy, and the streets are crowded with people early in the morning.

When they came out, they passed by the gate of Shiweitian and smelled the fragrance coming from inside.

Lin Wuhu ran over quickly and sniffed it vigorously.

"Hey, it's really fragrant. It's a bit like our spicy hotpot base."