Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1212, Chapter 1201. Liang Yue, who had tasted maltose, was very proud.

It seems the news has spread.

There were even more people at Jiweilou at noon than in the morning.

During breakfast, about half of the tables in the lobby were occupied.

It's 12:30 now, and about 70-80% of the tables are already occupied.

The place was bustling with noise; everyone was eating hot pot.

It was all spicy hot pot. People in Tianhan really love spicy hot pot base. Except for families with children, almost no one chose the half-and-half pot.

The set meals are selling really well. I could see a bright red round pot in the middle of the square table, with red soup bubbling inside.

There were layers upon layers of small dishes and bowls stacked up around it, one after another, making it even more impressive than the pictures.

see.

want to eat.

Can you imagine the joy of being able to eat it soon?

That was true happiness.

Liang Yue and Xiang Boming gave their reservation number at the door and were led to their table by a waiter.

I also ran into a chubby girl.

The chubby girl was being pulled aside by an old man who was telling her that Fanrenju used to be just as lively. Back then, they didn't sell hot pot; their main dish was Maoxuewang (a spicy Sichuan dish), a huge bowl full of all sorts of good things. It was flavorful and plentiful, and even the spicy dish had a sweet aftertaste. It was so delicious, so incredibly delicious!

This person was clearly a true regular customer, and his rambling was full of nostalgia.

The chubby girl couldn't leave for a moment, and could only exchange a glance with Liang Yue and the other girl.

Liang Yue waved her hand, mouthed "We'll talk later," and then chattered to Xiang Boming, "I want to eat spicy blood curd."

That greedy girl, she wants to eat everything she hears.

The waiter who had led the way thought he was talking to her and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, ma'am, our restaurant has just started its soft opening and will gradually open for taking orders in a few days. Our head chef is very strict, and dishes that do not meet his standards are not allowed on the menu."

"Your head chef is quite strict," Xiang Boming said with a smile.

"Yes, we are Jiweilou, we only make the most delicious food," the waiter immediately replied.

“So that’s what ‘Jiweilou’ means,” Liang Yue chimed in.

And I thought to myself that their training was really thorough, and they never forgot to promote the company culture.

He's way more awesome than that idiot boss of my own company.

He emphasizes corporate culture every now and then, but he never clearly explains what it actually is. It keeps changing – one minute it's about improving lives, the next it's about teamwork, then it's about values, then it's about innovation and pragmatism…

What exactly it was depends on whose biography he was reading at the time.

He just won't say it outright: his company has no culture whatsoever; all he cares about is making money.

Stand and stand again.

The waiter led Liang Yue and Xiang Boming up to the second floor.

There weren't enough seats on the first floor, and the second floor was also quite crowded.

The second floor is full of large tables, big round tables, the kind that can seat eight or ten people.

Liang Yue ordered a six-person set meal, which was arranged at a ten-person table.

There were already four people sitting down.

Two men and two women, each holding a cup of yogurt fruit tea and drinking it.

They got up early but arrived late. Their flight landed at nine o'clock, and they took a taxi over without stopping. Stubbornly, they parked the car right in front of the door, causing a traffic jam of more than twenty minutes. Just in time for the couple who hadn't even seen a wonton wrapper when breakfast ended at ten o'clock.

There was another couple who dawdled early in the morning and missed breakfast, almost breaking up their relationship. They drove over 300 kilometers without even daring to use the restroom, fearing they would miss lunch as well. In the end, they arrived at the same place early, which was a terrible situation for them.

"Yueyue~~"

"Sister Meng~~"

Liang Yue first hugged the woman who had been wronged by the plane.

Her name is Hong Menglu. She is older than Liang Yue and the others, in her forties, and has a child in high school, which she did not bring with her this time.

"Yueyue~~ Why did you take so long to get here? I'm starving~~"

"Er Ya~~"

Liang Yue hugged the woman who had been wronged while driving. Her name was Xu Erya, which sounds like "Er Ya" if you pronounce it quickly. Her boyfriend had revealed this to her in a group chat.

His head is made of real iron.

This young couple is only 22 years old and still in college, in their senior year. They are doing their internships at their family company, so they don't have to worry about anything and have plenty of free time.

The three ladies hugged and cuddled, skipped and jumped around, and chattered away.

Three men...smiled, shook hands, awkward, not familiar with each other.

We weren't really familiar with each other; it was the first time we'd met any of the six of them—it was like meeting up with an online friend in person.

It's all so amazing that their wives/girlfriends can be so intimate with people they've just met.

The legendary "plastic sisterhood"?

Sin, sin.

After finally meeting, the emotional expression ended.

Liang Yue quickly started ordering food.

Heaven and Earth eat the biggest meal.

"Quick, quick, order the broth! What kind do you want? Can you handle the spicy broth?"

Xiao Zhao's eyes were sharp as knives; she was definitely going to order the spicy hot pot base.

Mengjie and Erya responded enthusiastically, as they can also handle spicy food.

Er Ya, in particular, can't live without spicy food.

Mengjie's husband quietly raised his hand.

They were completely ignored.

It was unanimously agreed that a spicy hot pot base was required.

But they were stumped about what to choose as their second option: mushrooms, tomatoes, or sour soup.

Tomatoes and sour soup are the same thing, right?

Now that we have a spicy hot pot, shouldn't we get a milder one?

The three ladies were still debating when the waiter quietly reminded them, "The sour soup hot pot is more appetizing, and you'll eat more of it."

Wow, this advantage is too obvious. It's a unanimous vote again: Sour Soup Hot Pot.

Liang Yue was very excited; she had never tried Guizhou sour soup hot pot before.

The other two ladies were the same.

As for the men, they are not important.

The only option Xiang Boming could choose was the flavor of the yogurt fruit tea, and the fruit tea included with the set meal was one cup per person.

No wonder those four were already drinking.

Liang Yue also took a bite of each, one from grape and one from passion fruit.

I decisively ordered the peach flavor.

For no other reason than wanting to drink peaches.

Xiang Boming ordered kiwifruit.

Since Liang Yue has struggled between kiwi and peach, she might also want to try kiwi...
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"A 108-flavor hot pot set meal, with two soup bases: spicy and sour, plus a pot of corn juice and yogurt fruit tea with kiwi and peach. Is there anything else you would like?" The waiter repeated the order requirements.

"Corn juice?" Liang Yue's ears perked up immediately, as if she had just thought of something.

"Is it the same as the corn juice at Pretty BBQ?" Liang Yue asked immediately.

"It's the same as before. Oh, you're a regular customer! I was transferred from Pretty BBQ. We're both owned by the same person." The waiter chatted with the regular customer for a bit longer.

"Wow, that's great!" Liang Yue was even more surprised, then a little embarrassed, she made a small request, "Um... could you give me three more servings of the maltose with the corn juice... no, four more servings?"

The waiter paused for a moment, then gave a knowing smile. "Normally, we can't, but since you're a regular customer, please wait a moment while I prepare your meal."

After the waiter left, Mengjie and Erya were already incredibly curious. They grabbed Liang Yue and asked, "Yueyue, what happened?" "Yeah, Yueyue, what's wrong with the maltose? Wouldn't four parts maltose in a pot of corn juice be too sweet? Is the corn juice here made with maltose?"

Liang Yue smiled mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough."

She's Liang Yue, who's tasted maltose and is incredibly proud of it...

(End of this chapter)