Chapter 236

Then, as soon as the hot food is sent to the mouth, the whole mouth is filled with the rich hemp, spicy, fresh and fragrant flavor of the hot pot.

Hot pot is a kind of ground gas food suitable for groups. The public loves its variety of tastes and the lively atmosphere when eating hot pot.

A person's hot pot, eat is lonely.

Two people's hot pot, eat is warm.

Three, four... Or even more than ten people, the food is lively.

Hot pot with thick makeup and light makeup can easily hook people's soul away.

In short, she likes to cook her own soup. In view of the large number of people and various tastes, she is going to make three kinds of pot bottoms: spicy, sour soup and clear soup.

The bottom of the clear soup pot doesn't need to be made now. It's made of beef bones and big cock.

The chicken has been stewed since ten o'clock in the morning, and the bone marrow in the cow bone has also been stewed.

Filter out the stewed chicken bones and beef bones, pour the thick white and delicious soup into the hot pot, and add the best fresh bamboo shoots.

The bottom of spicy and sour soup pot needs to be made now.

But still in that sentence, one of the most important raw materials at the bottom of the pot is soup. It doesn't take much to fry the bottom.

Although hot pot is a kind of grounded food, it does not mean that the food tastes bad.

On the contrary, the taste of hot pot is similar to that of brine, and the same arrogance.

The bottom of the clear soup pot is better. At most, it is fresh and fragrant.

The spicy and sour soup tastes great. The fried flavor is absolutely charming.

Originally, they hurried to the canteen, but unfortunately they didn't get a meal. The soldiers who were dejected and ready to leave and fill the nutrient solution in the dormitory couldn't move their feet anymore when they smelled the charming fragrance that made them excited.

Chef Jane opened a small stove for marshal and them again.

Smell the aroma···

Mom, I can't stand it.

Whatever, marshal and food, they choose food.

Qin Fen, the head of the fifth mobile regiment of the second division, is a typical northern Han. In the Empire, a country where the average male height is 185 and upward, his height has reached an amazing two meters.

There are enough men and girls to stand out from the crowd.

The strong and tall figure like the iron tower, coupled with his unsmiling national face, gives people a strong sense of pressure.

When his colleagues were still struggling whether to choose to stay for food to recruit the eyes of the marshal and the commander, or to give up food and leave the canteen to fill a nutrient solution, Qin Fen had made a choice faster than his brain.

He turned around, moved his two strong legs, jumped up in front of the window like lightning, and shouted to the simple words behind the window, "Chef Jane, I'm hungry. Can you give me some food?"

As soon as the word "I" came out, Jian Yan quickly turned his head to Qin Fen and said in surprise, "why do you call yourself" I? "

Didn't the culture of the Empire say fault?

Why did the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of may become May 5? I claim to be very local and still keep it.

This cultural fault is also broken too strangely.

Qin Fen and them also think that Jane is a wonderful flower. The public knows something, but chef Jane knows it and asks them. Chef Jane is a wonderful flower. That's right.

Hearing her words, a group of people looked at each other.

After a long silence, Qin Fencai scratched the back of his head with a face and said, "I mean, I'm used to saying I don't like me. I feel too featureless."

"Yes, I sound more energetic than me." A major nearby answered.