Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 163 Everyone Loves Red Soup Hot Pot (Part [-])
The brass-colored hot pot is filled with red soup, and the beef rolls are made into rolls by the red soup. The pink and white color is dyed red by the soup. The red oil floats on the meat, and the meat smells compelling.

"It's almost ready to eat." Nan Shu fiddled with the meat roll.

"I'll try this red soup pot."

As Doyle said, the chopsticks in his hand reached into the red soup hot pot, and he pinched a piece of meat roll with precision. The spicy soup, just looking at it, makes your mouth water.

Doyle took a bite carefully, and the hot temperature spread to the tip of his tongue. After chewing twice, the meat was tender and tender, and his mouth was filled with the spicy taste of meat rolls.

"Huhu——" Doyle exhaled two breaths, feeling a mouthful of hot pot, and his whole body was hot and spicy, warming directly from his stomach to his whole body.

Xu Ying took a piece of sausage. The sausage was bright red and soaked in spicy soup. The whole sausage exploded, revealing the fresh and tender red meat inside. Tingling.

"It's delicious." Doyle's face was flushed from the heat, but his body felt relieved.

The same goes for the others, especially Fei Hong, who swallowed the whole meat in one gulp and fanned it with his hands when it was so hot, but he was still reluctant to spit out the meat in his mouth, exhaling and chewing the food in his mouth, feeling full Sweating profusely.

Nan Shu took chopsticks corn from the clear soup pot for Nan Jue, "The red soup is spicy, you can try other ones, the clear soup is also good."

Lin Fei listened to it, and silently took out a thousand-layer tripe from the clear soup pot. The thousand-layer belly was boiled soft, and it was delicious when he bit into it.

Lin Fei nodded, and swallowed the thousand-layer belly in his mouth, "The clear soup pot is also delicious, but it still lacks the taste compared to the spicy pot."

"Really?" Geng Yiqiu paused with his chopsticks reaching for the spicy pot, and turned to the clear soup pot.

Nanshu put lettuce tips in the clear soup pot. The green and tender lettuce tips were cut into leaf shapes, sinking and floating in the light and white soup, and sometimes two crisp leaf tips emerged.

Geng Yiqiu picked up two pieces of lettuce tips, moved his upper and lower teeth, and the crispy and tender lettuce exploded in his mouth immediately, making it extremely refreshing to eat.

"The clear soup pot is good."

The hot air was rising, and the pale hot air floated in front of everyone. Nan Shu's clear almond eyes were covered with mist, and she blinked subconsciously, and said, "Everyone has different tastes. It can be regarded as red and spicy clear soup. Everyone has their own favorite."

Ross shook his head as he ate something he had just fished out of the clear pot: "The red soup is more suitable for me, and that's more delicious."

"I think so too." Bo Ling took the words, with a calm face, as if the ugly and pale face just now was just their illusion.

"That's right, I feel the same way." Doyle said bluntly, exhaling continuously, obviously because he was too hot.

"It seems that you all like spicy hot pot." Nan Shu laughed.

"Yeah." Fei Hongmeng, who was eating hard, nodded.

The clear pot is too bland, the spicy pot tastes better!
A group of foodies at the dining table were all captured by the spicy pot.

Nan Shu smiled helplessly, and looked down at Nan Jue who almost buried her face in the bowl.

Nan Jue also ate red soup and spicy pot, the two blush flowers on her white and soft cheeks were particularly obvious, and her pink and tender mouth was even more rosy from eating.

"Xiao Jue needs to eat more light food." Nan Shu frowned.

Children have delicate stomachs, and it is not good to eat too much spicy pot.

Nan Jue raised her head, stared at Nan Shu with black grape-like eyes, and pouted her small mouth: "But clear soup is not good."

He likes the hot and spicy feeling of spicy pot.

Yep, another spicy pot lover.

Looking around for a week, Nan Shu suddenly realized: It seems that she is the only one on the table who likes clear pot?
"Mom~" Nan Jue's soft voice was coquettish.

He doesn't want to eat clear soup hot pot.

Nan Shu nodded his little nose, "No, other uncles and aunts can eat it, but you are still young, so you can't eat more."

"OK then···"

Nan Jue froze instantly.

Nan Shu pinched his chubby face, and coaxed the child in a very tone: "Okay, mom will make the sauce for you, and I promise that the clear soup hot pot is also super delicious."

Nan Jue immediately raised her head, and her soft and cute face instantly became vivid, and her tone was sweet: "Okay."

"Cough-cough-"

Doyle, who was busy cooking hot pot, raised his head and narrowed his old eyes, "Then what, Nan girl..."

"what happened?"

Nan Shu, who had already stood up, stopped and turned to look at Doyle.

"Lan girl, he just wants you to make more sauce, and he wants to eat it too."

Ross saw through Doyle's little thoughts at a glance, and exposed them mercilessly.

Doyle's eyelids twitched, "Go, go, I want to eat it too. I'll wait for the sauce to come out later, so don't eat it if you have the backbone!"

Ross choked, "Whether I eat or not is one thing, but you definitely want to eat!"

"Hmph, what's the matter if you want to eat, don't you want to eat too."

Two old urchins quarreled.

Nan Shu couldn't laugh or cry, "I know, the sauce must be enough."

"Well."

Doyle was satisfied.

Walking into the kitchen, Nan Shu took out four small white plates, scooped a spoonful of soy sauce and black vinegar each, and added sesame oil, monosodium glutamate and chopped green onion. After stirring twice, the sauce became viscous, black with red in the middle.

Stretching out her hand, Nan Shu added a little more sweet and spicy sauce, and the aroma of the sauce was exuded immediately.

The white saucers were small, Nan Shu took two of them in each hand, Nan Shu brought out all four white butterflies and put them on the table.

The table was long, and Nan Shu put a plate of sauce on one side.

Nan Jue was looking forward to the sauce that Nan Shu specially prepared for himself. He took a piece of meat roll from the clear soup pot and put it on the sauce. The meat roll was immediately stained black and red.

Nan Jue sniffed with her small nose, and bit off a piece of meat from the roll with her small mouth.

The meat roll is light, the meat is tender and strong, and the black red sauce is dipped on the meat. It is different from the spicy red soup pot, and the taste is strong, fragrant and salty.

Nan Jue tasted it, and her big black jewel-like eyes instantly lit up.

good to eat!

After eating the same delicious food, Nan Jue was immediately satisfied and no longer entangled in the red soup pot.

"This sauce is delicious."

Doyle nodded repeatedly, his back sweating from eating.

"Phew, it's delicious. I feel hot all over." Geng Yiqiu took off his coat.

The heat is steaming, the hot pot is bubbling, and the spicy and delicious aroma of the hot pot spreads to every corner of the villa.

When more than half of the prepared ingredients were consumed, the movement of a group of people burying their heads in eating slowed down.

The two buttons in front of Bo Ling's neckline were completely undone, and the sleeves of the white shirt were also casually folded and rolled down to the forearm. The hair on the forehead was messy and uninhibited.

Nan Jue has a small stomach and is already full, her small body is lying on the chair, her stomach is obviously swollen, and she is lazy.

"By the way, Nan girl, we have investigated the matter of Xiao Yunyan and Nanwei. You should take some time tomorrow to come to Aushuang to deal with it. We know what to do, and we won't let you be framed for nothing."

"it is good."

Nan Shu nodded.

The bet with Xiao Yunyan, and Nanwei's framing of her have not been forgotten.

(End of this chapter)