Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

In the backyard of Xinyuan Restaurant, Zhang’s shopkeeper moved out a table stacked in the warehouse, and brought a special, charcoal stove. Put it in the middle of the table, and finally put the pot on it. When everything is done, Ling Jingxuan touched his chin and turned around the table for several times. It was determined that he almost nodded with the memory.

"This stove must be smokeless carbon, so that it won't let the smoke run into the pot, and it won't be smoked to the guests. I will go to the kitchen in person at the bottom of the pot. Zhang Laoge, you will prepare some pig brains. , meat, pigs, seafood and fish fillets, vegetables are prepared for each one, and then let people go to the dock, I will buy some fresh noodles from the hot and sour powder stalls they operate, for the time being, right, don't forget Prepare sesame oil and put a table in the hall at noon. I want to ask Xinyuan all the folks to cook in the hall to eat hot pot."

Xinyuan's guests are very strong in their reception. The flavor of the hot pot and the unique way of dining will definitely attract the attention of others. As long as they try to eat at noon, Minger, no, maybe the hot pot will be sold at night.

"Is this all about to be born?"

The treasurer made him confused, and suddenly he thought of treating the guests? And how do you eat raw? Can't you cook with that pot?

"Well, raw, today is a hurry, there may not be many ingredients that can be found, yes, I brought a lot of mushrooms, it is just too hot."

Knowing what he was wondering, Ling Jingxuan did not want to explain it in detail. When they saw the hot pot, they all knew it. In fact, the hot pot is the most convenient of all foods, as long as the bottom of the pot is well cooked. It’s not good to eat.

"mushroom?"

I haven't figured it out yet, and there's something more exciting in his mouth. This mushroom is a good thing. The mushrooms he got from him a few months ago have been reluctant to eat, and then dried up. Every time I want to eat, I will send a few tips to solve the problem. I will see the white and tender mushrooms that Ling Jingpeng handed up. The eyes of the dispensers will come out. The hands are almost shaking and picking up the mushrooms. The unique fragrance, the Zhang shopkeeper feels that his saliva will flow down. Where did he find so many mushrooms?

"Oh... Zhang Lao Ge, I came to the town this time just to talk to you about the mushroom purchase. Let's go to the private room?"

Upon seeing it, Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but laugh. Yan Yanrui and others behind him also showed smiles. If he knew that they had cultivated the mushrooms, would you be scared and screamed? The cultivated mushrooms are not the same as those picked to the mountains. They are basically completely non-toxic, and because Ling Jingxuan used the crescent spring water, the mushroom flavor cultivated is no worse than the wild ones. What's more, according to the principle of the moon spring water Maybe you can still keep fit when you eat for a long time.

"Well? Well, well, you first go to the private room on the third floor. I will go up a few words and go up." When I was stunned, Zhang Zhangyi reluctantly returned the nephew with the mushroom to Ling Jingpeng.

"This way, then Rui Rui, you first take the children to the private room, I went to the kitchen to teach the chefs how to make the bottom of the pot, Jing Peng, you also go with me."

After a little contemplation, Ling Jingxuan made a decisive decision. The longer the soup was made, the more fragrant the hot pot would be. Anyway, the pig bones were cheaper, and the glutinous rice was thicker. Fortunately, the last time he sold it to Zeng Shaoqing’s marinade. He has already been promoted in various branches, and the materials should be ready-made and not too troublesome.

"Hey, I have to go with you."

Ling Wen slammed his father's hand and changed him. Ling Jingxuan looked down at him and pinched his nose and smiled. "Hey, you still want to steal?"

Although he does not have the man's big manism away from the kitchen, but their big buns are still small, he wants to learn cooking, at least after ten years old, Ling Jingxuan seems to have forgotten, before he did not cross, The four-year-old big steamed buns are cooking for themselves to eat.

"No, I want to help you, okay, let me go?"

Pulling his hand and shaking it with a sigh of relief, Ling Wen’s rare waywardness, Ling Jingxuan was amused by him, and he was busy saying: “Well, let’s go together.”

"Thank you."

With his consent, Ling Wen cracked his mouth and smiled sweetly. Ling Jingxuan bent his fingers and knocked on his head. He said to Yan Ruirui: "You should go to the private room first. If the small buns come back, you can't find anyone." I must cry, and we will pass soon."

"Well, don't be too tired, let them prepare."

Nodded, Yan Ruirui touched his face, and the group of people left the backyard.

Each branch of Xinyuan has reserved a private room for their owner. Since Zeng Shaoqing announced that Ling Jingxuan has become the second owner of Xinyuan, he also has the qualification to enjoy the exclusive private room. When Yan Ruirui opened the door of the private room, he entered. I saw the little buns swaying their feet on the chaise couch, and the other side in the corner, the almost cumbersome Hengshan dying in the nest, there is no strength in stealth in the dark.

"Father, where have you been? I am looking for you everywhere, my father told me, oh, Sugi is so powerful, he took me across the town of Datong, but his physical strength does not seem to be good, I have let The uncle in the store gave him noodles, and when he had enough physical strength, let's fly again."

"bump!"

The voice of the little buns fell, and the sound of the heavy objects landed in the corner. Yan Yanrui held up his son with a smile: "Well, will Xiaowu find the uncle after the morning exercise? Do you not say it? Morning exercises can strengthen the body. You and your brother, and the second uncle, aren't they getting better and better because of morning exercises? If Susan's physical ability is well trained, you can fly with you every day, maybe you can take you to the county to eat roast duck."

Only threatened to scare each other, Yan Yurui continued to add fuel to the black belly, and Yan Shan, who was killed in the corner, could not wait to slap himself and stun himself. Is this father and son still human? Desperate to want to die, is he? "This is good, Sugi, you will practice with us in the future, I will be with you, I will definitely keep up with your speed."

Wen Yan, the little buns nodded decisively, but also actively found him a super-forked sparring, Yan Shan suddenly wanted to die, and had to strongly support the body refused: "No, thank you little master, Your subordinates know how to exercise their physical fitness, so they don't bother to worry about the elderly."

Nonsense, he is the brain to be squeezed by the door to find an adult giant wolf to practice, it is not a sparring, is it a good thing to abuse him?

"No trouble, you can't be polite with us."

I don't know if the little steamed buns are really cute or fake. I am very passionate about waving my hand. Yan Shan is bitterly crying and tears: "The subordinates are not polite to you, the little master, really needless."

Please be polite with me. At this moment, this is the only true portrayal of Yan Shan’s heart. He finally understands why the Yan Yi’s black will seem to be weak. The black of the little master seems to be stupid and cute. The influence of the master son is greater because they can't refuse at all, and there is no way to reason with the little master.

"Yes? That's a pity. I want to talk about the wolf how to know you."

The little buns finally gave up, and Yan Shan couldn't help but exaggerate the spit out of the air, killing him and not wanting to know the wolf.

Seeing that his subordinates are being abused, Yan Yanrui can’t tell the funny. Any one of them is a good-looking person in the capital. Many big girls and little daughters want to marry them. Nowadays, he has become a son's toy. Is his education with Jing Xuan too successful, or is his resistance to being too small?

"Right, I haven't seen you and your brother? Where have they been?"

It was only when I remembered that there seemed to be a few people missing, and the little buns asked with doubts in their eyes.

"You went to the kitchen to help, Xiaowen and your uncle also went, maybe come later, let's wait for them here."

Yan Ruirui said that he poured a cup of tea to him, and the little buns took a sip of his hand. He asked with interest: "Is it a new meal? I want to eat and see, my father, we also go to the kitchen." What?"

When it comes to eating, he has no resistance at all. Yan Ruirui can't help but laugh: "It's a new food, like a hot pot, don't go to the kitchen, we can eat it at noon."

To be honest, he is also very interested in that hot pot, that is, he does not know the taste.

It is inevitable that there is some disappointment. The little buns are in short supply, and Yan Yurui looks down at him. He just wants to say something. The knocking on the door rang. It’s the guy who sent the slim to Yanshan. The dispensers that have arranged everything are also Followed in, the little buns raised a bright smile and sweetly called the uncle, and turned back to the enthusiastic beckoning: "Shu Shu, noodles are coming, you hurry to eat, you are pale, you must be hungry."

"Amount" looked at the super bowl of noodles that was not much smaller than the washbasin. Yan Shan’s head was black, and his eyes turned to Yan Ruirui. He was an internal force overdraft, wasn’t he hungry? Then a large bowl of noodles is poured, and he does not die.

"The little buns are also caring for you. Hurry and eat. If you are hungry, I am not good enough to explain to Yan Yi."

Yan Yurui’s face was not only did he not rescue him, but he pushed him directly into the fire pit. Zhang, the unclear director, looked at them silently. He instinctively told him that he must not speak now, otherwise he might not be unlucky. Become him.

"You don't have to explain."

After gnashing his teeth, with the small bun's eyes, Yan Shan had to step forward to pick up the large bowl of noodles and turn around to go out to the private room. He was forced to be a sinister Jiangyang thief in his life, or not in this life. The more the master of such a pothole, plus a naive and simple belly black?

"Father, does Uncle Shan love eating noodles?"

Looking at him as if it was a decadent back, the little bun frowned and asked, afraid that he was hungry, he also let the uncle uncle give him more points.

"No, he likes it very much, but his food is not good-looking. I am embarrassed to eat in front of us. So Xiaowu, you should pay attention to your own eating in the future. If you grow up, you will be the same as Sugi. I am sorry to have a table with us."

"Oh, I know my father, I will pay more attention in the future."

Unknowingly nodding, the little bun slipped down his leg and chased it out, but when he opened the door, he met Ling Jingxuan three people. The little guy instantly forgot his purpose and excitedly hugged his leg: "爹爹I heard that you have made a new meal, and Xiaowu wants to eat and see."

"You have a snack, you know it, besides eating?"

Ling Jingxuan did not breathe his nose, and took him into the private room. Ling Jingpeng, who was behind him, couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Hey, people just like to think about those novelty foods, brother, you like it right?"

The thief of the little buns Pippi laughed, and did not forget to pull on the allies. Ling Wen, who had always hurt him, nodded without thinking. "Well, what you have done is best eaten, and it is better than Song Hao."

"Oh... you two are sweet."

Ling Jingxuan was happy to smile again and again. Seeing their eyes was like wrapping up honey. For his two little buns, even if he was tired and tired again, it was worth it.