Chapter 501

"master, please take your seat first!" Song Zhiwen's sour voice rang out. He opened a seat and half bowed to make an invitation.

"Come on! Mosquitoes, do you always make fun of me?" Yang Guo smiled helplessly.

Since Chen Anlan said that sentence in Qingyang palace, song Zhiwen began his endless annoying mode, talking to Yang Guo with honorific words all the time, and calling the master vigorously.

After leaving Qingyang palace, Yang Guo and others went to the nearby Du Fu thatched cottage for a tour. With one more beauty, time flies. Chatting and taking photos, it turned out to be dusk. So according to the previous assumption, Yang Guo and his team came to a chain hotpot city in shujiuxiang.

"It's still good! It's amazing that you can take a box without a ticket." Chen Anlan happily found a seat and sat down. She raised her head and said happily to song Zhiwen.

The temperature inside the hot pot city is higher than that outside, and I don't know if it's the reason for the steaming smell of the hot pot. Chen Anlan's plain faced child face is even more beautiful.

"Hey, hey, order whatever you want!" Song Zhiwen took a chair and sat beside Chen Anlan. He took the menu and studied with Chen Anlan.

Yang Guo didn't have so much leisure to pay attention to the beauty. He asked the waiter of hotpot city to arrange Qiqi's seat.

"You need a baby seat, no need to raise it, just an ordinary one. You need another bowl and chopsticks, and some hot water. It would be better if you could give it a small basin." There are quite a lot of requirements. Yang Guo is a little embarrassed.

"Master, what kind of pot bottom do you want?" Song Zhiwen raised his head and asked.

Yang Guo wanted to say "master your sister", but remembering that Qiqi was around and couldn't swear, he had to hold back and asked, "what's the bottom of the pot?"

"Spicy, three delicacies, bone soup." Chen Anlan said, "but when we come to Shudu, let's have a Sichuan spicy pot bottom?"

"Well, I have no problem. I can eat spicy food!" Song Zhiwen said with a smile.

"Come to the mandarin duck pot!" Yang Guo shook his head and said, "half spicy, half clear soup. Qiqi, she can't eat spicy." Qiqi really doesn't eat spicy food. She not only doesn't eat spicy food, but also particularly hates spicy food and the fishy smell of mutton. The fishy smell is good, and she will spit it out when she tastes it, but if it's spicy, she will cry as long as she gets a little stimulation.

"Children, we can have a separate pot." The waiter kindly reminded that she also pointed to the small induction cooker next to it.

If it's a single stove, it's no problem! Yang Guo said with a smile, "OK, give me a separate pot, clear soup, and I'll pay the extra cost myself."

"It doesn't matter. Our boss has told us that you are free of charge no matter how much you eat tonight." The waiter said with a smile.

"Hear it, hear it, don't be afraid of being fat, open your stomach and eat!" Song Zhiwen pushed Chen Anlan and laughed.

"Don't touch the manual foot!" Chen Anlan's eyebrows all stood up. She said discontentedly, "just eat happily. Do you still want to make others poor by taking advantage of others' good intentions?"

"How could it!" Song Zhiwen pretended to be afraid of being heard by the waiter and secretly glanced at the waiter. He smiled and said, "Shu Jiuxiang's family has a great cause, even if we can't eat a poor family for a month."

Yang Guo snickered when he saw the waiter covering his mouth.

In this way, Yang Guo and their main pot ordered the sign of Shu Jiuxiang - red soup Jiugongge, and the small pot ordered clear soup. Although song Zhiwen shouted badly, he didn't really have the cheek to order dishes desperately. He chose two dishes of each delicious dish, which was not enough.

After the Jiugong grid of red soup was put on, the chopped chili and red chili oil in the hot pot kept rolling up and down, and bursts of exciting and attractive fragrance came to the nostrils.

In fact, Yang Guo, song Zhiwen and Chen Anlan didn't grow up in a province that can eat spicy food. Chen Anlan is a little better. Although people in Jincheng don't put pepper in every dish, they often come into contact with relatives who like spicy food. Therefore, they are quite used to this taste.

Song Zhiwen and Yang Guo seldom eat spicy food, but they can be regarded as people without taboos. If they encounter delicious food, don't care whether it's spicy or not, eat it again. Of course, the year Yang Guo just graduated, the neighbors liuguilin and his wife were from Nanhu. They ate a lot of spicy dishes and gradually became accustomed to them.

Qiqi was the most unacceptable. She smelled the spicy smell and immediately took her father's arm in tears to complain.

"Okay, okay." Yang Guo held his daughter's poor little face and said with a smile, "don't be afraid, Dad ordered something not spicy and delicious for you. Look, this pot is not spicy!"

After the delicious pot with clear soup was brought up in front of Qiqi, Qiqi was relieved, but her big eyes had been staring at the table, for fear that some terrible food from the spicy pot would run into her own bowl.

"I know Sichuan hotpot best!" Song Zhiwen waved chopsticks and boasted in front of Chen Anlan, "if you want to say hot pot, the best food is hairy belly, blood, well, there is fat beef! Pinch it with chopsticks and rinse it in the pot!"

"Do you want to burn your belly a little longer?" Chen Anlan saw that song Zhiwen added a chopstick and dropped his belly into the pot. Before he blinked, he was about to pick it up. She quickly dissuaded him.

Patronizing and showing off, forgetting this, I almost lost my hair!

"Not too long." Song Zhiwen put back a piece of hairy belly clamped on the chopsticks and said as if nothing had happened. He picked up a net bag from the side and hesitated for a while before reaching in to pick up the freshly scalded belly.

"Try it, too." With chopsticks in his right hand, song Zhiwen picked up the pepper in his net pocket, picked up two pieces of tripe stained with red pepper oil, and put them into Chen Anlan's bowl.

"Oh, delicious!" Chen Anlan was not at all polite. She picked up her chopsticks, dipped them in soy sauce and ate them. Although she is cute, it may be because of practicing martial arts. Chen Anlan's character is not so delicate, and her eating posture is big mouthed.

"Right!" Song Zhiwen laughed, "I tell you, choosing a hairy belly is not to choose a beautiful one. The whiter it is, the more beautiful it may be bleached. If we eat these, yellow and green, it means that this cow grew up eating grass!"

Song Zhiwen participated in many meals with song Chunfang when he was young. Although he was not very good at cooking, he knew a lot about the quality of ingredients.

"You can eat it yourself!" Chen Anlan grabbed song Zhiwen's hand and said, "don't worry about me. It's interesting to eat hot pot by yourself!"

Song Zhiwen shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "that's true. What else do you want to eat? Order it yourself!"

With that, he also began to eat by himself. The two talked and laughed, completely without the tension when they just met today, and the atmosphere was much easier.

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