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

Chapter 967 960. The Lion Opens His Mouth

It was half past eleven in the afternoon, almost twelve o'clock.

Zheng Xinxin came to the food factory again and went up to the third floor with ease.

I met Liu Shuyi on the way and greeted him warmly.

After asking, I found out that Qiangwa was indeed in the office.

He walked briskly to the office door and stood still.

He smoothed his hair, messing it up, and pulled his clothes, making them askew.

Clear your throat and build up your emotions.

Then he reached out and knocked on the door twice, and without waiting for a response, he pushed it open and walked in.

When he entered, he pretended to be "panicked" and shouted: "Uncle Qiang! Help!!"

He wasn't worried about seeing something he shouldn't see.

too ripe.

Qiangwa has neither a female secretary nor a girlfriend. He is a single man. He is currently in the office with the door closed.

It must be someone who prepares something delicious for himself.

After breaking in, I found out that I guessed wrong.

Not alone.

Yes two.

It's even better.

"Uncle Luo, you are here too!" Zheng Xinxin was extremely surprised.

The more polite you are, the closer you will be to him if you call him uncle all the time.

The two people in the room were not surprised at all that Zheng Xinxin broke in, and they didn't respond at all when he shouted for help.

Qiang Wa pointed at Zheng Xinxin with his chopsticks and teased, "What did I say? This kid comes every time it's time for dinner. What's the matter? Your family doesn't give you food, so you come here every day to eat."

The second half of the sentence was said to Zheng Xinxin.

He guessed one thing right: Qiangwa had his door closed in his office and was indeed having some private lessons.

The coffee table in the reception area was converted into a dining table, with an induction cooker placed on it and a hot pot boiling on the stove.

One side has red soup, the other side has white soup.

On the side there were large and small plates of various meats, various vegetables, radishes, winter melons, bamboo shoots, lotus root slices, as well as tofu, bean curd skin, fried tofu, sweet potato skin and yellow throat.

Qiang Wa and Luo Yihang were sitting face to face, eating hotpot.

Zheng Xinxin was thick-skinned and admitted it directly, "I knew Uncle Qiang had something good."

He walked over with a smile, moved a stool, and took out a set of bowls and chopsticks from under the coffee table.

Take two spoonfuls of sauce in a bowl.

Then he said, "Uncle Luo, I haven't seen you for a long time. When did you come back?"

"I just came back yesterday. What a coincidence that you came. A plate of meat was just served before you came in. Try the mutton I brought back." Luo Yihang smiled and pointed to the red soup pot.

"Hey." Zheng Xinxin agreed very readily. He used chopsticks to scoop up a large lump, put it in sesame paste, swirled it around, and stuffed it into his mouth.

My face shrank into a ball at that moment. "It smells sour. Why is it so sour? I thought it was a tomato pot."

Qiang Wa chuckled, "What tomato hotpot? This is Guizhou's sour soup hotpot, how can it not be sour? It's sour and appetizing, and very filling."

In fact, Qiangwa didn’t say it on purpose.

I just want to see Zheng Xinxin make a fool of himself.

To ease the embarrassment of his wrinkled face just now.

A few days ago, Yang Bingcheng brought his whole family to the Harvest Festival as a reward for his sister who got first place in the midterm exam.

His family has recovered now and has some spare money to go out and play.

His mother's illness has also improved a lot and she can now go out for a walk.

I brought a lot of Guizhou specialties with me when I came here.

I wanted to meet Luo Yihang, but he wasn't there.

They were all sent to Qiangwa.

Among them is this red and sour soup.

When we were discussing what to eat for lunch today, I thought of it and decided to try making something with Guizhou flavor.

Ouch, this is sour.

It was a bit too stimulating at first, but after getting used to it, it was really good and delicious.

Then Qiangwa took out a bowl from under the coffee table.

He scooped two spoonfuls of chili paste, added half a piece of fermented bean curd, a little soy sauce, and a few spoonfuls of sour soup from the pot. He sprinkled coriander and chopped green onions on top and handed it to Zheng Xinxin.

"Sesame paste is used for hot pot mutton, and it is used for sour soup and dipping."

Zheng Xinxin made a bitter face and swallowed the second piece of meat in his mouth, "I dipped it all."

"Eat, eat. It doesn't matter what you eat."

Zheng Xinxin reached out to take it.

Qiang Wa took the bowl back, leaving Zheng Xinxin standing there in a daze.

"Oh, oh, I forgot." Qiangwa took back the dipping bowl and dripped a few drops of bright yellow oil into it.

He turned around and stuffed it into Zheng Xinxin's hand, "Here, you forgot about the Litsea cubeba oil, this is the soul."

Qiangwa has a bad taste.

He was entertaining Zheng Xinxin back and forth.

Zheng Xinxin was not annoyed because he knew that his uncle Qiang was very humorous. Zheng Huan said yesterday that he came here every day and had been teased more than once or twice.

Being fooled every time.

Stir and dip in water.

Take another bite of the meat in the red soup, and it tastes different, a unique flavor.

Although it is still so sour that it makes your teeth ache, the more you eat it, the more addictive it becomes, and the more appetizing it becomes.

If you can’t stand the sour taste, have a couple of chopsticks of white soup with the meat, coated with sesame paste, which is mellow and fragrant, and is particularly good at relieving the sour taste.

The two are a perfect match.

Fun!
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There are now three people eating hotpot.

The three big-bellied men got together and the food on the table was quickly reduced.

While eating, Zheng Xinxin suddenly looked very sad, almost in tears, and even her voice was tearful.

"When I was in England, if I had such a meal, I would have cried. I couldn't stop crying. Tears of sadness, tears of gratitude, sorrow and misery. Life was miserable at that time~~"

Upon hearing this, Luo Yihang looked at Zheng Xinxin, then at Qiang Wa, looking as if he wanted to laugh but didn't want to.

Qiang Wa pointed at Zheng Xinxin and said, "You've gone too far. Too much is as bad as too little. You must be full."

Don't give Zheng Xinxin any face at all.

Zheng Xinxin simply put down his chopsticks and said, "Uncle Qiang, I did it on purpose. I didn't want to exaggerate so you wouldn't understand."

Hey, I'll fight back.

"You think I'm stupid, don't you?" Qiang Wa heard it...

"No, no, doesn't this just show that I'm working hard?" Zheng Xinxin quickly made amends.

The two of them went back and forth.

Luo Yihang also put down his chopsticks and interrupted them with a smile.

"Stop it. Stop acting. Tell me, what do you intend to do by calling for help?"

This time I was back to the beginning.

Zheng Xinxin immediately sat up straight. He didn't dare to act rashly in front of Luo Yihang. He was very frank and his eyes were very eager. "I want the goods. I want the goods. Please, Uncle Luo, Uncle Qiang, give me more quotas..."

Qiangwa naturally knew why he came here, and he came over every day just for this matter.

Luo Yihang also knew about it. Zheng Huan came to his house yesterday to save face and told him about it.

But, I can't agree too readily...

"What exactly do you want? Tell me." Luo Yihang asked.

Zheng Xinxin is still so honest, I finally met the right person.

"I want cold rabbit; sugar, all kinds of sugar; hot sauce, and rice sauce, especially rice sauce; and walnut, konjac, and crispy ice cream."

That means I want everything related to cats.

Not only that.

"Uncle Luo, I know you have a good relationship with Shancheng. Can you get me some Rongchang pork? Vacuum-packed fresh tenderloin, pork belly, and pig's trotters, bacon, sausage, and all kinds of marinated food. I want vacuum-packed ones."

I'll get you some pigs.

After all, it’s not over yet.

"Uncle Qiang, can you open a production line for me? I want all the hot pot ingredients, including beef oil, clear soup, and pickled fish..."

Still need to open a production line?
That's too much.

The more Luo Yihang listened, the more he felt something was wrong. The lion was opening his mouth so loudly. This was...

I couldn't help but ask: "Can you sell it?"

(End of this chapter)