If you are targeted by a cold and beautiful girl

Chapter 303 Jiuge giggled (please give me a monthly ticket and subscribe)
As a hot pot that accounts for half of Chinese cuisine, in its earliest days, it was actually the favorite of the poor.

In the old days, rich people ate meat but not offal, and the extra offal was usually thrown into the river.

Under such circumstances, the fishermen, who had no food to eat and no warmth to wear, gradually became unable to sit still.

Make a fire in an iron pot, and everyone gathers together to cook all kinds of offal, peppercorns, chili peppers, etc., so you can eat happily and still feel full, and you can even supplement nutrition.

Regarding this period of history, An Chen only had one comment: It was a pity that the rich at that time could not taste such delicious hot pot.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the waiter finally called An Chen and Jiu Ge's numbers.

The two sat down in a designated small corner, and another sweaty waiter ran over: "Hello, what kind of pot bottom do you two want to eat?"

Handing the menu and ballpoint pen to Jiuge, she stepped aside.

"The hottest kind." Jiuge looked at five or six different pot bottoms and moved his eyes to the one with the most peppers.

"... Let's go for the mandarin duck pot. The spicy side is more spicy." An Chen held his forehead and began to feel uneasy.

He accidentally forgot that Jiu Geju can eat spicy food.

Many times, An Chen wanted to tell the other party that he was actually not that good at spicy food, but whenever he saw Jiu Ge's expectant expression, he could only swallow the words in pain.

"Yeah, okay." Jiuge nodded and put a tick on the Yuanyang Guo.

I added a bracket at the end and wrote "sharp".

"If you're sure you won't be uncomfortable from the heat..." An Chen reminded in a low voice.

The spicy food at this restaurant is no joke.

It may be several times spicier than the normal spiciness.

"No." Jiuge shook his head.

"I've found that no level of spiciness can stop me so far, but can you eat this? When I asked you before, you said it would be up to me, but I didn't even look at how much you ate." She recalled it. What An Chen looked like when he and he had a buffet or barbecue.

"...I'm afraid you won't be satisfied." An Chen pressed his forehead and sighed.

After a pause, he continued: "Maybe I can only be spicy."

"Then let's call it medium spicy." Jiuge nodded, crossed out the words in the brackets, and re-wrote the word medium spicy.

Afterwards, the two ordered a lot of dishes respectively.

Tripe, tofu, potatoes, snowflake beef rolls, premium lean mutton, healthy black-bone chicken rolls, beef balls, fish balls, shrimp slippers, fish fillets, crab slippers.

"Are these enough? Is it too much?" Jiuge finally ordered a drink and passed the menu to An Chen again.

"If you don't have enough to add more, let them serve first. This store has a high rating online and it should taste good." An Chen waved his hand and handed the ordered menu to the waiter who hurried over.

When the dipping sauce is mixed, the bottom of the pot and the dishes are almost ready.

"I want to sit in the same row with you, not across from you." Jiuge picked up the small bag and ran to sit next to An Chen.

She had always felt that as a couple, it was easier to cuddle while sitting on one side.

"Yeah." An Chen nodded and moved the direction of the Yuanyang Pot.

It's an old tradition for them to do everything together.

When Jiu Ge didn't come over when he first sat down, An Chen thought that Jiu Ge had suddenly changed his views and wanted to try the "real" traditional way of having a big meal as most other couples did.

"Zhang Zhidong's place must be very lively."

Throwing the dishes into the hot pot bit by bit, Jiuge suddenly giggled.

"What did you think of?" An Chen blinked.

He was using another spoon to slide the shrimp down.

Jiuge suddenly laughed, and An Chen almost shook his hands.Foods such as shrimp slippers and crab slippers are much more fragile than other foods, and they are likely to disappear mysteriously after falling to the bottom of the pot.

"I thought of something funny." Jiuge replied, imitating the dialogue in the funny long picture he had seen before.

"The Zhang Zhidong heater is really good." An Chen knew what kind of scene Jiuge had imagined.

Holding his chin, he began to think about whether he should cooperate with Jiu Ge. He turned his head and took a piece of paper to make the policeman's movements in the long picture.

As the bottom of the pot boils, the aroma of hot pot comes to your nose. Just the smell of it is enough to whet your appetite even if you are not very hungry.

"The shrimp slide is ready!" Jiuge's attention was attracted by the shrimp slide and he did not continue the topic.

She poked An Chen's finger, her eyes full of desire.

"Here." An Chen smiled and gave Jiu Ge the shrimp slipper in the spoon.

"By the way, what's going on with Yi Yuan?" He looked at Jiuge curiously while nibbling potato chips.

"She insisted that the person she was looking for might be in her dream." Jiuge took a big bite of the shrimp slipper with a very satisfied expression.

"You still say that after so long?" An Chen smiled, unable to comment.

The appearance of these two people out of thin air was indeed like a dream.

"Yes, she didn't lie." Jiuge tilted his head.

After so long, she can confirm that Yi Yuan is a very honest person like herself.

Moreover, the other person is as lonely as he used to be and has no friends.

"Has she told you why she regards you as her idol?" An Chen suddenly thought of this joke.

From the very beginning, Jiuge was asked for his autograph.

Could it be that Yi Yuan is actually a super beauty control?
"She said she was attracted to me the first time she saw me." Jiu Ge touched her little face in embarrassment.

Those words sounded like a confession, which made her feel embarrassed when she thought about it.

"This couple is so magical." Hearing this, An Chen was stunned for a moment, feeling a little complicated.

Picking up the cup, he poured some sour plum soup for Jiu Ge.

Just looking at the bright red color in Jiuge's dipping plate, An Chen felt as if his stomach was on fire.

The medium spiciness at the bottom of the pot was no different from the heavy spiciness at other restaurants. An Chen didn't dare to add any more chili peppers to the dipping sauce.

"I've visited her less frequently recently. Now I mostly communicate with her on my mobile phone. She's really too cold." Jiuge said, taking the opportunity to press his body against An Chen's body.

Contrary to expectations, An Chen didn't react much, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why didn't you respond?" Jiuge pouted.

It's okay to take the opportunity to touch your legs or rub your face.

No reaction makes it seem like she has lost her charm.

"No..." An Chen freed up a hand and touched the top of Jiuge's head.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke: "Well, I want to ask, since you have such a good relationship, would you be very sad if she disappeared one day?"

In the past few months, the relationship between Jiuge and Yi Yuan has become surprisingly good.

It was so good that the carefree Su Zhi also felt a lot jealous.

"Ah?" Jiu Gingli's movements suddenly stopped, and the fat beef roll held in his chopsticks fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)