Xiaoyao Xiaodu Doctor brings space to raise cute brothers and sisters

After returning to the room and entering the space, Wang Xin felt at ease in the familiar environment.

Hao Ge'er was already holding a Chocolatier and eating it with great pleasure.

Wang Xin didn't want to eat Chocolatier today. She missed the slightly sour and sweet taste of mangosteen.

But I searched the refrigerator, but didn't find it. I thought that I didn't replenish it in time after eating it before traveling through time, and I couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

I secretly asked the system in my heart: How much is mangosteen?

Wang Xin's heart ached at the thought of being deducted a large amount of technology tax.

The system's cheerful little voice sounded: Don't want thirty taels, don't want three taels, thirty cents a pound of mangosteen will be delivered to your home, fresh and delicious, good for detoxification and beauty, how many pounds do you want, host?

Huh? No technology tax? Wang Xin asked in surprise.

The cute little voice was rarely serious: Host, Mangkhut has been around since ancient times. Countries in the same plane as the host, such as Johor and Siam, sell it, so there is no technology tax...

Wang Xin was silent...

Inherent thinking kills people!

Happiness comes so suddenly!

Wang Xin clenched his fist: Give me ten kilograms right now! No, twenty kilograms!

I will eat a pound and throw away a pound!

I never expected that my ideals from my previous life would be realized here!

Wang Xin observed a minute of silence for his past self.

Soon, a familiar voice was heard, and Wang Xin had a large bag of heavy, round, brown fruits in his hand.

Good things should be shared with everyone!

Wang Xin pulled Hao Ge'er over and put one in his little hand.

Hao Ge'er put the last bite of Chocolatier into his mouth, raised his little face, with a look of expression saying: What is this?

Wang Xin raised his hand to wipe away a small piece of crispy crust from the corner of his mouth.

Spit out two words: "Mangosteen."

Let’s start demonstrating.

Hao Ge immediately followed suit.

He is now completely immune to the good things his sister would bring out from time to time: God, how can the things she gives be bad? I wonder if my parents can get them?

Hao Ge was a little dazed.

When the sweet, refreshing, soft and juicy flesh was put into his mouth, Haoge, as a foodie, his taste buds were immediately attracted by mangosteen!

It seemed as if stars from the sky were twinkling in his obsidian eyes.

In a short while, his little mouth was stuffed with a lot of fruit pulp, and his cheeks were bulging with the fruit pulp, just like a greedy little squirrel.

The two little hands were like busy little bees, quickly and skillfully peeling the next one, not even bothering to wipe the juice flowing down their hands into their sleeves...

Whenever Wang Xin saw Hao Ge'er eating, he felt it was an enjoyment and had a full sense of happiness.

But good things should be consumed in moderation, otherwise your stomach will rebel.

When Hao Ge'er was eating the fourth mangosteen, Wang Xin ignored his protests, forcibly collected the rest, put them in a plastic bag and put them in the refrigerator.

In fact, I felt a little embarrassed: I was overwhelmed by the lack of a "technology tax" and bought too much in excitement!

You can buy as much as you can eat. I miscalculated.

Wang Xin took the somewhat lost Hao Ge'er and discussed with him what to eat tomorrow.

Do you want hot pot or barbecue?

Hao Ge'er is indeed a little foodie. When he heard the word "eat", his previous disappointment was immediately thrown to the back of his mind.

His eyes widened. He knew what barbecue was, the kind where you roast meat over fire and sprinkle a lot of seasonings on it. He had heard about it from his former classmates.

But it would be too expensive to invite so many people tomorrow!

He frowned and almost immediately rejected the proposal.

The only thing left was hotpot, a dish he had never heard of.

The little girl was full of doubts: Is it a pot in the fire? How to eat it? Won't it burn me?

But it was my sister who suggested this.

Hao Ge'er now has a mysterious confidence in his sister. As long as he doesn't do anything, he will think that everything his sister prepares will be delicious.

His throat was unconsciously swallowing saliva, a mixture of anticipation, desire and uncertainty.

He was now eager to taste the new food his sister had mentioned.

If Wang Xin wants to avoid revealing too many flaws in tomorrow's dinner party, he has to let Haoge understand the whole process of eating hotpot first.

She dug out a copper hot pot that had not been used for a long time and some smokeless charcoal from the storage room.

Add water to the bottom of the pan, place the copper pot on top, add water and cover it, then light the charcoal and put it into the pot.

Hao Geer suddenly realized: There was fire in the pot? This is called "hot pot".

While the water was boiling, Wang Xin prepared potato chips, black fungus, mushrooms, cabbage, a small amount of lamb rolls, a handful of soaked potato flour, and opened some hot pot dipping sauces.

In Wang Xin's impression, potato flour should have existed in this era.

Sure enough, Haoge didn't show any strangeness towards these ingredients.

When the water was boiling, Wang Xin poured a bag of mushroom soup hot pot base into the pot.

Immediately, the fragrance spread throughout the room...

Hao wrinkled his upturned little nose, rubbed his hands, pointed at the "hot pot" on the table that had attracted all his attention as soon as it was taken out, and said excitedly: "It smells so good! Sister, can we eat it now?"

The expectation implied in the voice made Wang Xin unable to refuse.

She nodded, picked up the prepared small bowls, mixed one bowl of spicy flavor, one bowl of spicy flavor, and one bowl of original flavor, and placed the original flavor in front of Hao Ge'er first.

Then pour the lamb rolls into the boiling pot.

Instantly, the surface of the meat changed color quickly, and as the soup in the pot gurgled, a stronger aroma wafted away along with the hot steam...

Haoge shook his sister's arm anxiously.

Wang Xin smiled indulgently, picked up a few slices of meat with chopsticks, put them in his small bowl, and motioned for him to try it.

I also scooped a few slices from the other two bowls and waited for Hao Ge'er's reaction...

Hao Ge'er did not disappoint Wang Xin's expectations.

He first closed his eyes, savoring the new texture and taste, looking very satisfied.

Soon he opened his eyes excitedly, and held the chopsticks tightly in his little hands, wanting to pick up a few more slices to eat...

The chopsticks were blocked by Wang Xin on the edge of the bowl.

She picked up a piece of meat from the spicy bowl with chopsticks and fed it into Haoge'er's little mouth.

As soon as the meat entered his mouth, Hao Geer jumped up due to the spiciness, his eyes were filled with tears, he kept opening his mouth and breathing, and fanning himself with his hands, trying to make the spicy taste go away quickly...

Wang Xin handed him a cup of warm buckwheat tea.

Haoge took it and drank a big gulp.

Then he turned to his sister and called out aggrievedly, "Sister~"

Wang Xin was overjoyed, and maliciously picked up a piece of meat from the spicy bowl and fed it to Hao Ge'er.

Hao Ge hesitated for a moment, but his foodie instinct forced him to open his mouth.

Wang Xin successfully saw Hao Ge'er, who was sweating and jumping up and down from the spiciness...

However, the temptation of delicious food to foodies is invincible.

In just a cup of tea, Hao Ge'er held the bowl of spicy ingredients in his little hands. There was a cold towel and buckwheat tea on the table in front of him. He wiped his sweat, drank water, and stuffed the food he took out of the pot into his mouth. He couldn't stop eating...

Such a scene was beyond Wang Xin's expectations.

Since there wasn't much of each ingredient, the two of them finished eating quickly.

While helping to clean up, Haoge exclaimed, "It's so satisfying!"

Wang Xin had a plan in mind for tomorrow's dinner party.

The two also prepared a menu and discussed tomorrow's speech. Fortunately, hot pot was something they had used before, which added a bit of credibility.

Wang Xin looked at the time. It was almost the end of the Xu hour and almost the Hai hour.

He sent Haoge to practice two more pages of calligraphy and then went to bed.

In his mind, he went over the process of entertaining guests tomorrow carefully twice, trying his best not to arouse suspicion.

Maybe you can even make a business out of this!

I've been here for so long, and I've spent all my money, but haven't received any money yet.

Wang Xin said that although he was full of confidence, he was still a little anxious.