The Local Lazy Man System

"Okay, please sit down at table 7 and I will serve you hot pot bottom immediately." The lady boss pointed to the position of table 7 and said to Ye Guangrong and the others.

Ye Yaorong and Liu Qingqing came to the No. 7 table and sat down. Ye Yaorong looked at the table strangely. It was a rectangular table with four pits slightly larger than a boiling water bottle, about twenty. Many centimeters deep.

"My wife, what are these holes?"

Ye Yaorong asked curiously. After all, Ye Yaorong came to this kind of self-service hot pot restaurant for the first time, and he didn't know the facilities inside.

"Hehe, husband, it seems that you have never eaten self-service hot pot. This is for the bottom of the hot pot. Look at the switches on the side of the table. They are used to adjust the temperature of the bottom of the pot. Going up is to increase the heat. , The next step is to turn down the heat. When the bottom of the pot comes, you will understand how to operate it. It's very simple."

Liu Qingqing said with a smile. Seeing the puzzled look on his man's face, Liu Qingqing was particularly happy, and finally had something his man didn't know.

Within two minutes, the three pot bottoms were delivered. Only a waiter brought the small round iron pot with boiling water and placed it on the pit on the table. Turned on the switch on the side of the table, the boiling water on the iron pot started to bubble. Up.

"Is this the bottom of the pot? How can it look like boiled water? How can I eat hot pot?"

Ye Yaorong looked at the bubbling boiling water and asked suspiciously. After all, Ye Yaorong had also eaten hot pot. Hot pots had a bottom, but he had never seen the bottom of the pot that looked like boiled water, with at most a few chili flakes floating on it.

This is also the bottom of the pot, it is too simple.

"Hehe, husband, wait a minute to get the food you like, put it in this pot and brush it, husband, let's pick the food." Liu Qingqing stood up holding Ye Yaorong and said.

Following Liu Qingqing, I came to the food selection area, picked up an empty tray, and started to choose what I like to eat in the food selection area. There were a dazzling array of dishes. Ye Yaorong picked up several shed bowls and placed them on the tray. Using the tongs placed on top of the dish, I put some fried dough sticks, chestnuts, taro, Xianggu, and mutton into a bowl in the shed. After seeing that there was nothing to eat, I took the dish and went back.

"Husband. You don't have a lot of things." Liu Qingqing looked at Ye Yaorong's plate but only a few things, and not many. Just said.

"Hehe, you have taken enough, I don't need to take that much. Otherwise, it will be wasted if you can't finish it." Ye Yaorong said solemnly.

Ye Yaorong developed the habit of not wasting food when he was very young, and his family used to be very poor. Living in the mountains, my mother only went to the town to buy some vegetables once a week.

These dishes usually have to be eaten for a week, and a piece of chicken is reluctant to eat with several consecutive meals. Sometimes the dishes accidentally fall on the ground and they are picked up and washed with water. Then eat, if anyone dares to waste food, he will be on the bench.

When the farmer was busy when I was young. Eight or nine-year-old Ye Yaorong often went up and down the mountain to deliver meals with his sister who was two years older than him. In the scorching summer, he watched his parents' happiness in the farmland.

So Ye Yaorong knew very well how undesirable the grains on the dinner table were. He felt shameful for any waste of food. Although the price of food is relatively low now, how hard it is.

Although Ye Yaorong had always been a lazy person who didn't like to work, it didn't mean that Ye Yaorong didn't know that the food was hard-won.

So Ye Yaorong has developed the habit of not wasting since he was a child. Of course, there is another important reason. Ye Yaorong’s parents could not see their children’s food wasting. If Ye Yaorong dared not eat clean rice, his father’s bench was always ready. .

Even if Ye Yaorong is rich now, he still doesn't allow wasting food. Every time his wife can't eat the rice, Ye Yaorong will take it and eat it.

Ye Rongrong remembers that the first poem he learned in elementary school was "Hoeing Weeds", "On the day when weeding weeds, sweat drips down the soil; who knows that Chinese food on a plate is hard work." It shows how much the ancients valued the hard-won food. .

It's just that nowadays people are beginning to waste it, especially those who have some money or some power. They treat waste as a manifestation of their status and power. Every meal is a waste of extravagance.

"Husband, come and eat Xianggu, I'm all cooked." Liu Qingqing picked up the Xianggu in his pot and sent it to Ye Yaorong's mouth.

Ye Yaorong opened his mouth to swallow the vegetable Liu Qingqing brought to his mouth, chewed it twice, and ate it in his mouth. It was slightly spicy, and the taste was really not good.

Ye Yaorong is now at the God of Cooking level, and the counterpart is also a gourmet. In Ye Yaorong’s view, the bottom of this hot pot is really not good, just add some salt, MSG, pepper, etc. to the boiling water. There is no special feature. hot pot sauce.

"My wife, you are pregnant now. You must pay attention to food hygiene and use a pair of chopsticks. Use these chopsticks to pick up raw vegetables. Replace cooked food for clean chopsticks."

Ye Yaorong said to Liu Qingqing. After all, there will be some bacteria in this raw food. If you use chopsticks that have used raw food to eat cooked food, there will be a danger of bacteria entering the mouth.

Many diseases of people are caused by eating unclean food, which is what people often say, "Illness comes from the mouth." As a pregnant woman, Liu Qingqing has better resistance than her or the child in her belly. Ordinary people are lower, so we must pay more attention to healthy eating.

Originally, Ye Yaorong didn't think much about his wife coming to eat this hot pot, but seeing that his wife wanted to eat it, he had to accompany her, but this hygiene must be paid attention to.

"Ok."

Liu Qingqing obediently took out a pair of clean chopsticks. Liu Qingqing also knew that pregnant women must pay attention to personal dietary hygiene, otherwise it will affect the health of the children in their belly.

"Husband, how is it? It tastes good." Liu Qingqing asked when he saw that his man was starting to eat hot pot.

"It's okay, you can eat it."

Ye Yaorong said. Although Ye Yaorong is very good at cooking now, he is not picky about eating. Ye Yaorong can eat delicious food, and Ye Yaorong can still eat bad food.

In the words of the rural people, it means "the appetite is very good, it tastes delicious".

"Hehe, let me eat and see."

Liu Qingqing clamped a piece of pork into his mouth. After taking two bites, Liu Qingqing put down his chopsticks. Suddenly Liu Qingqing felt that the self-service hot pot that he liked to eat before tasted so bad that it was a bit difficult to take it off.

How could this be?

It seems that my stomach is spoiled by the delicious food made by my own man, and the food outside is no longer in my appetite. Now I can't eat the self-service hot pot I liked before.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Yaorong looked at putting down his chopsticks suspiciously, and asked Liu Qingqing who frowned slightly.

"My husband, I'm spoiled by your appetite, and I can't eat this self-service hot pot."

Liu Qingqing said with some embarrassment, the self-service hot pot that used to be delicious, now it really tastes no taste at all, it is a world of difference compared to the meals made by his own man.

In fact, Liu Qingqing didn’t know. She used to eat self-service hot pot in a high-end hot pot restaurant in Beijing. The taste must be much better than that of a hot pot restaurant in this small county. The hot pot taste of a hot pot restaurant in this county is even better than that of Aunt Liu. The food tastes much worse.

Now that I am used to eating delicious food, Liu Qingqing must have no appetite for this ordinary self-service hot pot.

"It's okay, don't eat if you can't eat it, and eat something else later."

Ye Yaorong said. This self-service hot pot was not good enough, and Ye Guangrong wished his wife would eat less, or even not eat.

"Husband, I took too much just now, and now I have no appetite, what should I do with these dishes."

Liu Qingqing looked at the pile of vegetables in his pot and said. I knew this hot pot was so unpalatable, so don't take so many dishes. It's a pity to waste it, but I don't have the desire to eat.

"It's okay, I can eat all of these."

Ye Yaorong said. Now Ye Yaorong's appetite is very big, let alone such a small amount of food, even if it is doubled, Ye Yaorong can eat it.

Even Ye Yaorong felt that he was about to become a rice bucket.

"Husband, I feed you."

With that, Liu Qingqing picked up a piece of potato chips from his own pot and sent it to Ye Yaorong's mouth.

"good to eat."

Although the taste of the potato chips was not beautiful, but the behavior of his wife feeding him personally made Ye Yaorong feel beautiful, and the potato chips immediately became much more delicious.

"Husband, eat this lamb again."

Ye Yaorong had just swallowed the potato chips Liu Qingqing had sent, and Liu Qingqing began to pick up the lamb and deliver it to Ye Yaorong's mouth.

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"This man is too happy. Let such a beautiful woman feed him hot pot. Isn't this shameless, let's go bachelor? God come to a thunder and smash this man away."

The man sitting at the innermost side looking at Ye Guangrong's side, said to his own table of bachelors with a look of jealousy.

"Show love, die fast!"

A bachelor's heart dripped blood, and he couldn't help cursing Ye Honor them in his heart.

"Wife, look at other people's wives feeding her husband, you should study." A young man said to his wife who was sitting across from him.

"Since this woman came into the store, your eyes have not left her~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and you still want me to feed you, why don't you die."

The woman said to her husband very upset. If it weren't for this in a public place, and to pay attention to the influence, the woman would really want to slap her man.

This simply ignores the existence of his own wife.

...

Under the discussion and strange eyes of everyone in the store, Liu Qingqing fed her man to hot pot, and it took almost an hour to eat the food in both pots.

"Uh...Finally finished eating, hehe, this meal is a bit full." Ye Yaorong said with a smile on his swollen belly.

It's really easy to eat hot pot, and Ye Yaorong feels that he doesn't eat a lot, but he already feels full.

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