Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

"Young man..." The young lady's voice was gentle and charming, and her eyes were as deep as two whirlpools, which made people sink into them unconsciously.

Lin Mian froze for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Sister Qiao Qiao?"

This time it was Hu Qiaoqiao's turn to be surprised. She walked around Lin Mian and hissed, "No, I'm just an ordinary human being, why doesn't my illusion work?"

Hu Qiaoqiao belongs to the Qingqiu Fox Clan. Illusion is their talent. The purer the blood, the stronger the ability. Although she is not the oldest nine-tailed fox, she is also one of the best illusionists in the Fox Clan. It is impossible to say that Qiongqi, Yinglong and the like have no effect on her, let alone small humans.

But the thin and gentle boy in front of him was indeed indifferent from the beginning to the end.

Hu Qiaoqiao was suspicious of life at this moment, until Lin Mian cautiously called her again.

Hu Qiaoqiao came back to her senses, twisted her slender waist and nodded solemnly at him: "Hello, Assistant Lin."

Probably because of the fox family, Hu Qiaoqiao's gestures and gestures, every frown and smile are all natural and charming, but Lin Mian still greeted her very normally, and gave her a part of the toon bud tea and fish bones in her arms , and then da da da ran to the living room, leaving her a happy back.

Hu Qiaoqiao inexplicably felt that the little assistant that the dean had taken a fancy to might be terrible.

This was the first time since Lin Mian joined the Shanhai Folklore Research Institute that there were so many people gathered together. Gouwei suggested that everyone set a time to go out for a meal and bond with each other, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.

For group building, all high-end restaurants with French cuisine and Japanese cuisine are all pass, and the hot pot is the last word.

Brother Wei has a wide network of contacts, and he quickly contacted a time-honored Sichuan-Chongqing hotpot restaurant outside Santiao Street, and asked the boss to reserve two adjacent Eight Immortals tables.

Although the time for the dinner was at night, after lunch, everyone was ready to move. They sat at the desk with one eye and two eyes, and they didn't even turn on the computer, and they whispered together.

"I want to eat shrimp slippery at a glance!"

"Ermu wants to eat shrimp slippery!"

"I want to eat cuttlefish slips!"

"Ermu wants to eat squid slippery!"

……

Hu Qiaoqiao took out the Yuan blue and white small cup set that had been treasured for many years, and happily brewed a cup of Chunya for himself and Mr. Qi, then opened Dianping, and the two began to look through the store's signboard and netizens' recommendations.

It can be seen that everyone in the research institute attaches great importance to this dinner and looks forward to it. Lin Mian is a little strange. When I was a freshman, my class had dinner several times. 100 yuan.

At that time, the classmates were also very happy, but it was far less exaggerated than the people in the research institute, which made him feel kind, cough, as if the current office workers have never seen the world much...

As a student of the Chinese Department of Sichuan University, it was not difficult for Lin Mian to write a report, so he quickly completed today's work.

With a little assistant, Dean Wu didn't need to write a report when he came back from the field, but he still had to write a report if he couldn't get a colleague's hook up.

Brother Wei has been struggling in human society for many years. Before entering the research institute, he also received nine years of compulsory education. He can barely be regarded as a cultural demon. Therefore, he has been doing the financial work in the institute all along, but let him write novels. composition……

Sad people!

So when Lin Mian came out to pick up the water, Gouwei waved at him, and Assistant Lin kindly shared his report with Brother Wei.

Brother Wei was in a good mood, and asked him casually: "What is Assistant Lin planning to order tonight? The hand-cut beef at that restaurant is said to be good."

Lin Mian finally couldn't help but said, "Everyone seems to be looking forward to the dinner tonight!"

Gouwei nodded: "Of course, because adults will go too."

Lin Mian was surprised: "Did the dean never go out for dinner?"

"Yeah, adults don't like to be noisy, and don't like to eat junk food." Gouwei said while typing on the document, "It's been a long time, and he still doesn't allow other people to go, especially in the past few years, waste oil is more When it was severe, he said that if you eat too much, it is easy to lose hair, which scared everyone into the fasting period..."

So it has been five or six years since the last dinner together, no wonder the whole research institute is as happy as Chinese New Year.

The reason why Wu Ting agreed to go out to eat hot pot this time is very simple, because Lin Mian also wants to go, so in a sense, everyone is thanks to Assistant Lin!

The afternoon passed quickly. The normal working time of the research institute is five o'clock in the evening, not counting the time when going out to do tasks. Today, because of activities, it was half an hour earlier.

At 04:30 in the afternoon in midsummer, the sun was still fierce, and I knew that I was hiding in a tree and screaming hoarsely.

That Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot is not too far away from the research institute, more than a kilometer away, and it’s fine for everyone to chat and walk when the autumn is crisp or the spring is warm, but it’s too hot now, and Hu Qiaoqiao is wearing makeup, so Everyone decided to drive over.

There were a total of seven people in the research institute, old and young. Wu Ting drove the car out of the garage. Lin Mian habitually sat in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and then pressed down the window to wave to others.

Hu Qiaoqiao: "Houwei, do you dare to sit?"

Hook Wei: "Don't dare, what about Yimu?"

Yimu: "No, let Ermu go."

Ermu: "No, Grandpa Qi, let's go."

Old Qi: "Ah, what are you talking about? I can't hear you."

In the end, the dean and the assistant drove out of the gate of the institute slowly while the five smiled and watched them off.

The corner of Wu Ting's mouth curled up imperceptibly, and it was another 10 minutes alone with Assistant Lin!

The hot pot restaurant is just beside the main road, and the five neon characters of Yucheng Old Hot Pot lit up early, and the fresh fragrance of butter and chili intertwined together, adding a bit of tempting fireworks to the whole store.

Lin Mian reported Gouwei's cell phone number to the front desk, and he and Wu Ting followed the young lady to the second floor. They came early, even before meal time, but there were already many people sitting upstairs, and almost every table was full of people. It is a pot with red oil, and various ingredients and base materials are rolled up and down with the soup, which is very beautiful.

The location reserved by the boss is quite good. The two tables by the window are side by side, and there is a plastic sign in the center, which reads to order by scanning the code in a very down-to-earth manner.

Lin Mian sent a message in the WeChat group of "Shanhai Folklore Research Institute".

Paji: We're here! [position]

Cheongsam fan: We still need a few minutes, Ah Li spreads his hands.jpg

Below is a picture of the hook tail driving.

Lin Mian casually clicked on the picture.

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Brother Wei drove very seriously, Hu Qiaoqiao widened the wide angle, and the passenger seat next to him was also in the mirror, but who will tell him what is that round, black thing lying on the seat?

Lin Mian's eyes fell on the rearview mirror again. In the mirror, a puppy-sized animal with a fiery red body was sitting in the back seat, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and squatting with his knees on the left and right. Two blue and red birds?

Although I already know that my colleagues may be monsters, but is it really okay to blatantly turn into the original body and sit in the car?If the traffic police uncle were to check for drunk driving or something, wouldn't Brother Wei be arrested as a wildlife trafficker?

Lin Mian suddenly felt a little nervous. Fortunately, several people arrived soon, but there were too many people coming out of the little beetles.

Hu Qiaoqiao stepped on the height of the sky, wrapped in a cheongsam, protruding forward and backward, so that the customers who were waiting in line outside the hot pot restaurant stared straight at their eyes.

"What are you looking at? Look at me digging out your eyeballs and using them as marbles for Yimu!" ​​Hu Qiaoqiao glared at the greasy middle-aged man who was closest to him, who was in the crowd, wishing his eyes would grow on her chest.

"Ermu wants it too!" Ermu was unwilling to lag behind.

"Okay, one for each person!" Hu Qiaoqiao was very generous.

The middle-aged man blushed at what they said, stood up angrily and pointed at Hu Qiaoqiao's nose and cursed: "Bitch, who are you talking about?"

"Fuck!" Hu Qiaoqiao was so violent, Qi Lao Gouwei hurriedly pulled people back one by one.

Gouwei lowered his voice and said: "It's rare to come out for dinner, why are you angry with that scum, the dean and Assistant Lin are still waiting for us."

Hearing Wu Ting's name, Hu Qiaoqiao snorted, let go of the middle-aged man, and walked into the shop with the others, but the man was still cursing and talking nonsense.

The unpleasant episode did not have much impact on everyone, and Hu Qiaoqiao also completely forgot about it after eating a piece of watermelon.

The most famous Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot is the butter pot. Lin Mian, Gouwei, and Hu Qiaoqiao like spicy food. Qi Lao and Yimu Ermu have a mild taste. Dean Wu doesn’t care. The last seven people ordered two together. A double-bone butter pot with mandarin ducks.

I ordered shrimp slippery and cuttlefish slippery that teenagers like, and the signature hand-cut beef recommended by Gouwei is also ordered. There are also hot pot three-treasure duck intestines with hairy belly and yellow throat, and all kinds of meatballs, quail eggs, fat beef and sheep rolls. For two, Lin Mian ordered the mushroom platter and chrysanthemum chrysanthemum.

The sauce in the hot pot restaurant is self-service. Lin Mian sat next to the dean, asked him what flavor he likes, and brought him a dish when he went to get it himself.

Dean Wu thought for a while and said, "It should be the same as you."

Lin Mian nodded and ran to the seasoning dish with one eye and two eyes. Hu Qiaoqiao looked at the back of the little assistant and the smile in Wu Ting's eyes. He was a little suspicious of the information before Gouwei. Are these two people really not together? ?

Soon she knew the answer.

Because Assistant Lin not only helped the dean adjust the sauce, but also helped Mr. Qi, and even extended a friendly hand to Gouwei and himself.

Hu Qiaoqiao suddenly felt full of sympathy for Mr. Dean. I treat you as my object, but you treat me as my boss, so I feel very helpless.

Lin Mian put half of the boneless duck's feet into the spicy pot, and the remaining half into the clear soup pot. The duck's feet are not easy to cook, so put them in early, and then take them out when they are almost finished eating. The duck's feet are full of soup It will be soft and tender, and it will taste full of gum.

The hand-cut beef is half fat and thin. After blanching, the fat becomes transparent and light yellow. When dipped in a saucer, the rich aroma of butter and the slightly finer texture of beef blend in the mouth. Lin Mian loves this restaurant in his heart. Liked it.

"Try this." Wu Ting put the blanched duck intestines into Lin Mian's bowl.

"Is it delicious?" he asked softly.

Lin Mian chewed carefully: "It's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good." The dean indulged in feeding the little assistant.

After Lin Mian ate for a long time, she realized that Wu Ting didn't seem to be eating much, so she put the floating hand-cut beef into Wu Dean's bowl.

Wu Ting ate it naturally, and Lin Mian asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Dean Wu nodded: "It's delicious."

The little assistant narrowed her eyes happily, and whispered, "I think this hand-cut beef is the best."

After speaking, he gave Wu Ting another chopsticks of beef.

"Ermu, why am I suddenly a little full?" He glanced at Wu Ting and then at Lin Mian, with small doubts in his big eyes.

"Yimu, me too, how strange!" Ermu stared at his small bowl, he obviously hadn't eaten two bites yet.

Hu Qiaoqiao secretly asked Gouwei: "Have they always been like this?"

Brother Wei scoffed: "Thinking too much, Sir and Assistant Lin won't take me out to dinner, okay?!"

Hu Qiaoqiao was a little relieved and a little sad: Hey, it has been tens of thousands of years, are you finally going to leave the order?

Old Qi: ...Ah, the duck feet are quite soft, not bad.

The author has something to say:

It made me suddenly want to eat hot pot...

笔芯~感谢在2021-11-1918:00:00~2021-11-2018:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yan Sheng 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: you hold back your words! 10 bottles; Judy~1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!