Shanhai Hot Pot Restaurant

Coming out of the supermarket, Ming Qian took You Jun back again. He was carrying the spices and vegetables in his hand, and his shoulders were sore. He turned his head and saw You Jun was empty-handed, and he was leisurely looking at the passers-by. .

The weather is warm, and occasionally a few young girls with delicate makeup and backless dresses can pass by.

He also didn't know when You Jun came to the world last time, he sighed: "Mortal women are actually poorer than before."

In the mortal world thousands of years ago, commoner women often wore patched clothes, but they always covered themselves completely.

Ming Qian had black lines on his face.

When You Jun saw the old man's "bikini", he couldn't hide the disgust on his face.

This chest is almost as big as a woman's, how dare you show it?

Dare to walk on the street wearing big pants?

What have mortals experienced all these years?

However, Ming Qian also disliked the "bikinis" of old men, and it was rare for them to reach an agreement.

You Jun felt that it was indecent.

Ming Qian thinks——girls wearing navel-baring and backless dresses are cute even if they have flesh, and they look pleasing to the eye.

This group of old men have beer bellies, two lumps of fat on their chests, and their vests are rolled up on their chests. Not to mention their poor figures, their flesh is also very hot in the eyes, affecting the appearance of the city and hurting passers-by.

Double standard means double standard.

Youjun glanced at Mingqian.

Mingqian's radar received You Jun's intentions, and quickly said: "Don't look at me, I definitely don't dress like this."

Although You Jun was expressionless, Ming Qian still vaguely sensed that he was relieved.

Mingqian: "..."

When he got home, Ming Qian soaked the soup stones first, and then taught You Jun how to use the mobile phone. He first changed the language to traditional Chinese, and then told You Jun the basic operations. By the way, he registered WeChat and QQ for You Jun. The demo added my own friends, and then bound WeChat to a bank card.

You Jun held the phone, like a child getting a new toy, although he acted solemnly, there was a lot of fun in his eyes.

Ming Qian: "Click here is the payment code, and there is a collection code below, don't read it wrong..."

Youjun chased people away indifferently: "The water is soaked."

Ming Qian hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

He ate hot pot at noon, and it happened to be eleven o'clock, and the smell of hot pot was strong. In addition to turning on the range hood, he also opened the kitchen window, closed the kitchen door, and started cooking the base.

He put all the spices in according to the instructions in order, and then poured the soaked stone water into it. It was simple, easy, and very convenient, and then waited for it to boil.

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Qian Yang, who lives in the same building as Mingqian, has just crawled out of bed. He and his wife have just taken their annual leave these days. There are no elderly or children at home. The young couple is going to take a good rest for a few days. Get up an hour early to go grocery shopping, and he is responsible for cooking and washing dishes.

"Husband! I steamed the rice, come out and cook!" The wife's voice was not gentle at all.

Qian Yang sighed. After marriage, his gentle and considerate wife revealed her true colors. Before marriage, she said that she was very good at cooking and desserts. After marriage, she made him a Japanese-style bento and took it to the company.

As a result, let alone the Japanese-style bento after marriage, he didn't cook a single cabbage for him, forcing him to learn how to cook by himself.

A woman's mouth, a liar.

Qian Yang went to the bathroom wearing slippers and big pants, quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

His wife is from Sichuan. Except for sweet dishes and health-preserving soups, he always puts a few dried chili peppers in every dish. Qian Yang has to open the kitchen window every time he cooks, otherwise even if he turns on the range hood, he himself will die. Could choke to death in the kitchen.

For his wife, it is not easy for him.

Qian Yang put the green vegetables into the sink, and took out a small half of the pumpkin to peel. The fungus soaked by his wife before going out had to be shredded, as had the carrots and green bamboo shoots. They made three dishes and one soup for lunch today. , fried cabbage, steamed pumpkin, fish-flavored shredded pork and seaweed egg drop soup.

Even if it is placed in a family with more people, the meal is very rich.

Sitting in the restaurant, my wife urged: "Husband, hurry up, I'm hungry, you put more ingredients in the fish-flavored pork shreds, I also bought some soaked red peppers, you cut them and put them in."

Qian Yang's voice was trembling: "You want to put chili in the shredded fish-flavored pork?!"

Wife: "There is pickled chili on the recipe. Didn't you buy it because you were afraid that you wouldn't be able to accept it? I checked the Internet, and they all said that adding some red pepper is more fragrant and not spicy."

Qian Yang doesn't believe it, his wife's not spicy is not the same as his not spicy.

As a local, Qian Yang doesn’t like spicy food at all. He only likes sweet dishes. After a long marriage, he can barely eat a little spicy food. He has to use local chili. When eating hot pot, I never only eat clear soup pot.

Just thinking of hot pot, Qian Yang suddenly felt that he could smell the aroma of hot pot.

Qian Yang was taken aback, did he come up with hallucinations?

"Husband!" The wife suddenly rushed to the kitchen, "Did you smell it?"

Qian Yang took a deep breath, and the inconspicuous hot pot aroma suddenly became stronger. He almost choked, blushed and said, "I smell it!"

After another two seconds, the couple took a sip together.

The smell was not obvious just now, but now they leaned together in front of the kitchen window, their bodies involuntarily leaning out.

The aroma is strong and overbearing, but it is not the hot pot aroma that I have smelled outside. The hot pot aroma outside also smells tempting, but it is the smell of spices. It is completely different from the aroma they smell now!

Qian Yang's wife secreted so much saliva that she had no time to swallow it, so she could only wipe it off with a paper. After wiping her intestines and stomach, she finally took out the most appropriate description from her stomach: "It smells so good that it kills me."

Even if they didn't taste it, they could tell it just by their sense of smell. This is definitely not a hot pot cooked in thick soup Baodui. In addition to the taste of spices, there is also a stronger fresh fragrance, which not only erodes people's sense of smell, but also It is necessary to drill through every pore of a person, making people salivate.

Qian Yang finally couldn't help shouting out the window: "Who cooks the hot pot! It's so delicious!"

After he finished yelling, he heard someone yelling from upstairs: "Don't let people eat! Which floor is cooking! Cook more, I'll give you money!"

The old man yelled loudly, directly setting a precedent for spending money on food. Qian Yang glanced at his wife, and then at the green vegetables in his hand. It was rare for the couple to have such a tacit understanding. Qian Yang: " I have two people here! Bring your own food! One person... one person will give one hundred meals! We are at 1305 on the thirteenth floor! The beautiful and handsome guy who cooks hot pot can come up and knock on the door!"

This building has never been so lively, Qian Yang also heard the voice of the old man on the 78th floor - the voice is not loud, but the family has a loudspeaker to sing in the square, and with the loudspeaker, he started shouting: "Respect the old and love the young! I am 74 this year! My wife is [-]! Each of us pays [-] for food! My daughter is filial! Not short of money!"

"Master! That's hot pot! Elderly people have a bad stomach, you should drink more health-preserving soup! Hot pot is a spicy product for us young people to eat!"

Ming Qian really did not dare to invite the elderly to eat hot pot at home. The elderly who eat light food all the year round come to eat hot pot at home, what should they do if they have problems?I can't afford to sell him.

But Ming Qian was attracted to the couple on the thirteenth floor, and brought their own food, one hundred per person.

This is 200 yuan!You can save enough food for two weeks!

Ming Qian opened the kitchen door and looked at You Jun sitting on the sofa.

You Jun seemed to have a pair of eyes on the back of his head, Ming Qian just poked his head out, and he turned to look at Ming Qian instantly.

"You Jun, let's have a discussion. I would like to invite a couple upstairs to come down and have hot pot with us, okay?" The smile on Ming Qian's face almost froze.

Youjun didn't even think about it, he simply refused: "A mere mortal is also worthy to eat at the same table with this deity?"

Mingqian: "..."

That's two hundred! 200 yuan! !

Bring your own dishes for 200 yuan! !

Wait...Bring your own food?

Ming Qian felt that the light bulb on his head must be on at this time, he quickly turned off the fire on the stove, did not change his shoes, and ran out the door with his slippers on, the height of the first floor did not need to take an elevator, he stepped across After passing two steps, I knocked on the door of 1305.

As soon as he knocked on the door, he heard someone rushing to open the door.

As soon as the anti-theft door was opened, Ming Qian saw a face with Chinese characters. Although he had lived in the same building for so many years, Ming Qian only knew three families on the same floor. what name.

Guozilian didn't know his name either.

The two looked at each other.

Ming Qian smiled awkwardly: "Just now you said that you want to eat hot pot?"

Before he could speak, a head popped out from behind him, and the woman anxiously said in Sichuanese, "Well, we want to eat hot pot, and your family is making it? We don't take advantage of you, one person, one white! "

She spoke too fast, Ming Qian didn't understand and looked dazed.

Chinese character face: "She said that the two of us don't take advantage of you, one hundred for each."

Ming Qian: "It's like this. I have guests at home, so it's not convenient for you to go, but I just heard from you that you bring your own food, why don't I bring you a pot?"

The woman nodded again and again: "I want it!"

Ming Qian hesitated and said, "Then this money..."

The bottom fee of a normal hot pot restaurant is only twenty or thirty.

Woman: "If you say nothing, you will say nothing!"

Guozilian took out his hand: "Come on, I'll sweep you."

Ming Qian said, "How embarrassing this is?" He quickly took out his mobile phone, called up the payment code, and 200 yuan arrived in his account.

After collecting the money, Ming Qian's smile became more sincere.

"Do you have your own containers? Or use mine?"

The woman finally regained her composure, smiled shyly, and said in soft Mandarin: "We have an induction cooker, I'll give you the cooker, it's a bit heavy."

Ming Qian smiled: "It's nothing, I still have some strength."

When walking downstairs, Ming Qian got an induction cooker, he quickly went downstairs, filled the cooker to [-]% full, and then carefully walked upstairs with his ears on both sides.

Maybe if he doesn't open a hot pot restaurant, he can make a fortune just by selling soup bases!

But when he turned his head and thought about the damn shops that couldn't be sold or rented out, Ming Qian sighed leisurely again.

Qian Yang waited for Ming Qian to close the door, and immediately brought the pot to the dining table.

The strong fragrance overbearingly filled the whole room, Qian Yang and his wife couldn't move when they smelled the fragrance.

"Why stand there stupidly! Plug in!"

The wife urged eagerly: "I'm going to wash the vegetables, you chop the vegetables, let's hurry up! Is there anything else that can be cooked at home?"

Qian Yang: "There are beef balls and shrimp dumplings in the freezer, and there are frozen shrimps left over from last time. There is a piece of old tofu and a handful of bean sprouts in the freezer."

The two looked at each other and rushed towards the kitchen.

The author has something to say:

Ming Qian: "Two hundred! Two hundred!! Hahahahahahaha!"

You Jun [looks disgusted]