Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 162 Mandarin Duck Hot Pot (Part [-])
Seven o'clock in the evening.

Under the expectant eyes of a group of foodies, Nan Shu walked into the kitchen.

On the sofa, Xu Ying stood up and ran into the kitchen, "Shu Shu, let me help you."

On the kitchen, there are two servings of Guangli Hotpot, one serving of Yuanyang Hotpot, and one serving of Sigongge Hotpot.

"Okay, just help me take the plate out."

The two began to rush in and out of the kitchen, and other people came to help after seeing this. After 2 minutes, all the ingredients were brought to the table.

The table is a simple pine dining table, long strip, white in the middle and black around, covered with a plain white tablecloth, looking simple and elegant.

But these are not the focus of Doyle and the others. What they focus on is the plates of food on the table.

There are a lot of food in the white porcelain plate, such as beef roll with light powder, tea tree shiitake mushrooms, sausage and lotus root slices, potatoes and duck blood on the base of fresh and juicy lettuce...
Crisp and tender, the meat is full of fragrance.

At a glance, the dining table is full of these foods.

Everyone's eyes lit up almost instantly.

Two servings of hot pot, one serving of mandarin ducks, and one serving of four grids. The hot pot base has been prepared in the pot. Nan Shu turned on the fire and slowly heated it up.

Everyone sat in their seats, looking at the two hot pots in the center, their eyes couldn't help being curious: "Is this hot pot?"

These two hot pots are brass-colored, and the clear soup and red soup are separated from each other in the middle. The red and yellow complement each other, and it looks warm when you look at it.

Nan Shu nodded, pointed at the Yuanyang Hot Pot and said, "The bottom material is being boiled in the pot. Half of the clear soup is like red soup. You may like red soup a little more."

"Then why is it called Yuanyang Hot Pot?"

They can barely understand the word hot pot, but what is a mandarin duck?
"Hot pot is a delicacy created by Huaxia."

As soon as this was said, everyone immediately understood.

It's from China again.

They still know very little about China now, but everything in China is shocking them, music poetry, gourmet cuisine, calligraphy, painting, piano and chess...

Each is a combination of wisdom and beauty, history and wonder.

Nan Shu just said "hot pot is uniquely created by Huaxia" and they immediately understood——

There must be a story in it, and there must be connotation.

"Yuanyang Hot Pot originally belonged to Sichuan cuisine, because the soup base is half clear and half spicy, and has two flavors, so it is named Double Flavor Hot Pot."

"Well, the double-flavored hot pot is very appropriate." Ross nodded.

"Then why is it called Yuanyang?" Geng Yiqiu interrupted.

"Mandarin duck is a kind of bird, mandarin duck is a male bird, and duck is a female bird. They always come out in pairs." Nan Shu explained slowly.

"I see." Xu Ying whispered, excitedly looking at the Yuanyang hot pot in front of her, "It's half clear and half red, and it's packed in a pot, so it's called Yuanyang, right?"

"Yes." Nan Shu smiled and rolled her eyes.

Doyle leaned on the chair, smacked the meaning of mandarin duck pot, and sighed: "It's really special."

Shuangwei hot pot is very appropriate, but the word "Mandarin Duck" is changed, which means a pair, and the meaning is different immediately.

"It's so special." The others sighed as they looked at the hot pot.

A hot pot not only has a long history, but also has a unique name.

Fei Hong scratched his head, and smiled at Nan Shu: "I think that Chinese people must live a special life... special..."

Nan Shu was curious, and stopped holding the copper spoon, "What's so special?"

"It's very interesting." Fei Hong choked out two words with a stupid mouth.

Nan Shu couldn't help chuckling, "It's very interesting."

Growing up in China, Chinese portraits are born with a kind of character, elegant and elegant, and have the posture and bones of bamboo.

In her opinion, China is the most romantic country.

Everyone has a poetic heart, not a poetic heart for reciting poems and fuss, but a poetic heart for true beauty.

It is precisely because of this that everything in China is full of beauty, and it has a thousand-year charm hidden deep in it.

"It's a pity." Xu Ying shook her head and sighed.

Huaxia is very good, but it's a pity that they were born in the interstellar world.

Nanshu used Guangli hot pot, which heated up quickly. While speaking, the two hot pots were already steaming slightly.

"Let's boil it first." Nan Shu picked up the pink and white beef roll with chopsticks, and with a "gulu", the beef roll fell into the red and spicy soup.

The others followed suit, picking up the food and putting it into the soup pot.

"Nanyatou, what's in this hot pot with four compartments?"

They all imitated Nan Shu to cook the ingredients in the mandarin duck pot, and Doyle took aim at the four-grid hot pot in front of him.

There are four grids, and the colors of the soup bases are different. Some are thick and white and light, some are red and fragrant with eggplant, and some are spicy with red oil...
"The four grids are bone soup pot, tomato pot, mushroom soup pot, and butter spicy pot. Uncle Doyle can try each of them, the taste is very different."

"it is good."

Doyle was happy, and put some meat roll goose intestines in each pot.

Geng Yiqiu was also happy when he heard the words, he gave up the mandarin duck pot and turned to the Sigongge hot pot. With the joint efforts of several foodies, the two hot pots were being filled quickly.

Nan Shu, who was looking at it, paused, and quickly stopped; "You can't put too much at once, or it will take a long time to cook."

Xu Ying and the others stopped and waited for the food in the pot to be cooked.

The temperature rises slowly, and the heat rises. After the soup pot is heated, the soup becomes thicker, and bubbles pop out of the pot.

(End of this chapter)