luck on thursday

The housekeeper didn't expect the young master to answer this way, he was stunned for a rare moment, and couldn't help laughing lowly.

Lin Qingyang was extremely annoyed, he let out a long "ah" and quickly waved his hands, pretending that he hadn't said anything: "No! You heard it wrong!"

Louis narrowed his gray-green pupils, and elongated his tone: "Okay, okay——I misheard."

Lin Qingyang was ignorantly tied on an apron by Louis. The young master's apron not only had the store's homemade trademark embroidery, but also a cute frog head. He stroked the little frog with some liking, and was taken to the seat by the housekeeper to sit obediently .

"Fire, pot?" He read the title on the menu expectantly, "How do you eat this?"

Louis is not unfamiliar with these things. He has been to many countries, so he naturally knows a little about the local dishes of these countries.He explained to Lin Qingyang a bit, and soon, the waiter brought up their pots, each with a small pot, and put them on the small induction cooker in front of them.After a few minutes, the soup slowly opened.

Lin Qingyang ordered the tomato pot. Compared with other pot bottoms that made him a little confused, the tomato pot, which can understand the ingredients at a glance, is a little more reassuring.

The tableware was provided with spoons and chopsticks—it was just two wooden sticks that were placed between fingers. Lin Qingyang looked at the two round wooden sticks, not very relieved: "I haven't used these two wooden sticks for many years, although I didn’t get good from them back then.”

"What did the young master eat at that time?"

"... Spoons. Both grandpa and mother don't like knives and forks very much, and they basically don't appear at home."

Louis only needs to imagine the little Lin Qingyang sitting on a chair with his feet up, holding a spoon in his hand, with a dazed face.

Although most children come here like this, only the young master at home can make him smile.

The tomato soup has been gurgling, and the red bottom of the pot is rolling in the pot, with a hint of sweetness and tomato-specific taste. It seems that all the food can be dyed with this bright color when it is rinsed in the pot.

The waiter quickly put the dishes they ordered neatly on the plate and brought them up. Lin Qingyang eagerly placed a piece of meat first. According to previous kitchen experience, wait for the meat to roll up and turn into a nice light brown color before putting it in his mouth. , Chewing a few mouthfuls, couldn't help but open his mouth first and take a breath of hot air.

The pieces of meat are covered with bits and pieces of tomato, and the aroma of animal fat is mixed with the vegetables. The deliciousness seems to be in a dream.

But it's still a little bland. Looking at other tables, there should be less seasoning for dipping - but it's delicious even if it's light!Definitely better than the one in the Louie pot!

He glanced at the bone pot of Louis' clear soup with little water contentedly, and picked up the small dish like other diners: "I'll add some sauce."

Sesame peanut seafood sauce, oyster sauce sesame oil and sesame oil, a little vinegar and shallots, coriander is not relaxing!

Even if he has never eaten hot pot, Mr. Joe Lunn knows the recipe of the seasoning like the back of his hand!

The hot pot ingredients were placed around the table one by one, and there were obviously only two people, so it was an illusion that there was a banquet.The table was full of fat beef and mutton rolls, enoki mushroom spinach, frozen tofu rice cakes, fish balls with shrimp, glutinous rice cakes with mochi, duck blood and chicken wings, sweet potato with golden silkworms—no, something got mixed in.

The vegetables were poured into the small pot, Lin Qingyang put down his chopsticks, lay down on the table, and watched curiously the ingredients in the pot toss up and down in the boiling water, gradually changing from raw color to edible color.

The sweet corn turned yellow in the pot, Lin Qingyang picked up a piece of rice cake, first dipped it in the seasoning, and bit it lightly with his teeth: it's so hot!Sure enough, it just came out of the pot!It is soft and sticky, sticky to the teeth, but very slippery, it can be chewed and swallowed in a few bites.

Lin Qingyang narrowed her eyes contentedly and shook her legs.

"Is this called hot pot?" He confirmed again, with great interest, "We will also buy a pot in the future and put it in the manor, so that Philip can try it too - he must have never eaten this form of food!"

While he was speaking, Louis had already put several slices of meat into his pot, skillfully pinched the wood slices, turned his wrists, and divided the shrimp slip into several even small portions for the pot, and soon it became Crystal clear color.

"This looks delicious!"

Lin Qingyang excitedly stretched his chopsticks towards the shrimp slippery place, unexpectedly slippery, disappeared in an instant, and slippery appeared in another corner; stretched out excitedly, escaped again and disappeared without a trace.

Repeated this back and forth several times, the young master dropped his chopsticks angrily: "What is it doing!"

"I knew it," the annoyed little Mr. Lun blamed his chopsticks, jumping sideways on a piece of shrimp, "It never listened to me since it was a child! It's impossible for me to ask my mother to pick it up for me every time. Not just with a spoon..."

Suddenly, a pair of slender chopsticks reached into the pot and firmly picked up the piece of shrimp slip. The crystal clear shrimp slip was caught in the tip of the chopsticks and remained motionless.

Lin Qingyang was taken aback for a moment, Louis rolled up his sleeves gracefully and reservedly, his gray-green eyes revealed a deep smile, and the tip of his chopsticks reached to Lin Qingyang's lips.

The butler was half bent, but his back was still straight, and he stretched forward as if urging him: "Master? It's getting cold."

Lin Qingyang seemed to have just woken up from a dream, opened her mouth, and bit off the food on Louis's chopsticks in one bite, a small bag bulged on the left cheek, the very chewy shrimp slipped apart between her lips and teeth, and the salty taste was extremely strong.

While chewing, he spoke vaguely: "Why is Louis so good at using chopsticks?"

"Because - Wilfried is omnipotent."

Louis calmly put most of the ingredients in the young master's pot, walked around the round table, stood behind Lin Qingyang, scooped up the cooked ingredients for him, and put them in the dishes, while the young master who was being taken care of only held the dipping dish Just eat hard.

No, you cannot have children.

Lin Qingyang laughed in his heart, rolled his eyes, and didn't dare to speak out to refute his housekeeper.

This is extremely conspicuous among a group of diners, no one would stand behind another person like this, let alone Louis wearing a neat and rigorous suit, and Lin Qingyang's clothes that he knew were expensive at a glance.To be honest, in the noisy and enthusiastic hot pot restaurant, there is something out of place.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this is the young master of a rich family, bringing people out to experience life.

But after all, in modern society, very few people can see people from the upper class who look like this, so while Lin Qingyang was gnawing corn, several curious people pretended to pass by them and took a sneak peek at the so-called "rich young master" , Then go back to your seat and brag with your friends for a while.

But the fireworks are tolerant, and soon Lin Qingyang was so hot that he took off his coat and merged with the people around him, even tears came out.

He desperately opened his mouth to fan the wind, a little suspicious of life: "The waiter clearly told me that this only uses a little spicy seasoning! Now my mouth is numb!"

Louis stopped the passing waiter and asked for a glass of water, and the young master took it away and drank it. He finally got better and continued to fight happily.

After eating a hot pot meal for two hours, when Lin Qingyang went out, she was still a little bit unsatisfied.

The sun is being gentle, Lin Qingyang is drowsy from the sun, chatting with Louis casually, as if everything is gentle and just right in this lively and soft day.

"... Joe?"

Lin Qingyang was still immersed in the aroma of many spices, and chatted with Louis: "Although I have never eaten hot pot, I can cook a lot of oriental dishes at home, such as candied sweet potatoes. I like this, sweet, and delicious. It can pull very, very long filaments."

Louis thought about it: "This dish can be recorded on the menu, the manor has already started recruiting oriental cooks."

"..."

"Joe!"

Lin Qingyang smiled embarrassedly: "Just find a short-term one, lest I drive people away after I leave."

Louis turned his head keenly, trying to distinguish something from the crowd: "Master, it seems that someone called you."

Lin Qingyang tilted his head, but he didn't hear it at all: "No, did you hear wrong?"

"Joe!!!"

Lin Qingyang was startled, he finally heard the shout, separated from the crowd, very familiar, as if he had heard it a long time ago.

He stopped breathing, turned his head and finally recognized a familiar and unfamiliar face from the vast crowd. It was a middle-aged couple. The woman put her arm on the shoulder of a girl who was angry, and turned her head to call another boy. : "Eurumba! Look! That's Joe!"

The whole family turned their heads in unison, looked over in surprise or shock, there were many expressions in their eyes that Lin Qingyang couldn't understand, and the middle-aged man standing on the other side almost dropped the heavy shopping bag in his hand and rushed over: " Joe! It's really Joe!"

Lin Qingyang also recognized them, but she didn't intend to step forward to recognize them, but took an insignificant step back, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

The housekeeper next to him realized his change, and combed the short hair on the young master's forehead comfortingly.

The middle-aged couple seemed to be driven by something, hurriedly bypassed the flowing crowd, and rushed towards Lin Qingyang!

The boy and girl behind him moved much slower. Instead, the boy was pulling the girl's arm with a flattering face, while the girl seemed to be suppressing her anger, turned her head and hugged her shoulders, and finally reluctantly agreed to meet the old friend of the family.

"Who are they?" Louis asked softly.

"Homestay." Lin Qingyang also lowered his tone, lost the smile just now, and even the tone of his speech has become dry since then, "It used to be mine, homestay."

He didn't expect to come back here to see them at all... It was Lin Qingyang's first host family after leaving the orphanage. He originally thought that he could stay in this home for a little longer, but everything in reality broke his fantasy. It made him feel that it would be better to go back to the orphanage.

At least no one will press on him and ask him to clean the room and tidy up for another person who has a bad relationship.

No one would stand arrogantly on the stairwell, say that the floor he mopped is too slippery, and then push him down the stairs.

"I will meet them here, but I really stepped on shit when I went out." He said without changing his expression.

The author has something to say: Little angels~ Because this week’s matter is not over yet, the update is tentatively scheduled for this Friday, and the time is four, five, six days two

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