Pastry House of Superstars

Chapter 230

"That," Yuan Ou interrupted him, and said with a strong sense of the emperor, "it seems that Tang Seng is a smuggled immigration, and he should be much more difficult than you."

"Besides," Gu Yi continued to stab him, "I'm ashamed of you after hearing it. The firefighters have worked hard enough, but they still have to take care of you! Tang Seng is doing it for ideals, and you are just for it." What about a meal?"

The two big men with the heart of a boy naturally had a lot of troubles. Yuan Ou looked at this and that, and felt that his eyes hurt and his liver hurt anyway, so he shook his head and took Youan to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

She loves to eat, and loves to make flowers, so there are two large double-door refrigerators in the kitchen alone, and the space, tsk tsk, is enough to fit two cows in it!

Because foodies often visit the house with various reasons and excuses, Yuan Ou basically maintains the frequency of filling the refrigerator once every five days. There is no shortage of fruits, vegetables and various red and white meats.

But there is a time limit for this, she frowned slightly, if the rainstorm continued for several days, it would be a real disaster, and the family would only be reduced to the boring level of white rice with various dried vegetables and frozen meat in an instant...

Yuan Ou bit his lip subconsciously, if the existence of space becomes public...

No, no, this idea was immediately rejected by herself.

In any case, the existence of space can only be a secret forever, forever!

"Don't frown," You'an's worried voice suddenly broke in, he tiptoed slightly, and tried to stretch out his little hand, as if trying to smooth Yuanou's eyebrows, "The rain will stop, don't worry!"

Yuan Ou was startled, then laughed, she raised her hand to touch the little guy's head, "Well, with You'an here, I'm not worried."

You An hummed, paused, and said, "There is also brother, brother will protect us."

"Yes," Yuan Ou opened the refrigerator with a smile, gave Youan a small bench to step on, and discussed with him seriously, "Then before we are protected, let's get something to eat for brother, shall we?"

"it is good!"

"What do you think is good?"

"Well, everything is fine!"

"Then, let's eat hot pot."

Take out a piece of beef and mutton and cut it into thin slices, then put it back in the refrigerator to freeze, and take it out and put it in the pot when it's time to eat.

A handful of all kinds of vegetables were also taken out, and then there were all kinds of balls that Yuan Ou made by himself before: mushroom balls, beef balls, bean puffs, frozen tofu and so on.

The high-quality beef suet that Yuan Ou specially found was added to the hot pot, and the aroma is simply amazing.

As soon as the bottom of the pot boiled, Song Zheng, who was anti-client, came here to smell the fragrance, and smiled when he saw it, "Oh, Xiao Yuanxiao has an idea. On a cold and rainy day, don't you have to eat hot pot!"

It was still stormy outside, cold and rainy, but the interior was brightly lit and warm as spring. Then the four of them ate hot pot around the table in the small restaurant, sweating slightly after a while.

It’s as if everyone thinks of winter as cold, and when it comes to summer, they immediately think of the seaside. Hot pot seems to have been silently embedded with reunion and warmth since a long time ago.

Just imagine, on a cold day, the wind is howling outside, but there is only a wall, or even a window, and the people in the room seem to have completely forgotten the ice and snow outside, sitting around a table lively .

In the shiny pot is a pure white or bright red soup base. The soup is constantly tumbling as the temperature rises. The aroma bursts out with every burst of every bubble, and then diffuses in the air without anyone noticing.

For hot pot to be delicious, three elements are the most important: the bottom of the pot, the dipping sauce and the ingredients.

The bottom of the pot is the same as the dipping sauce. It can be said that there are thousands of people with thousands of faces. Every qualified chef who handles hot pot must have a secret recipe that is unparalleled in the world!
Maybe the main ingredients are the same, but only the difference in the amount of a few flavors, or a few more peppercorns, or a few taels of sesame oil, or even whether the sesame juice is added first or later, the taste must be very different.

The sliced ​​meat must be as thin as a cicada's wing, and all kinds of vegetables must be picked not long ago, and the leaves must be fresh and tender, because it will be both flavorful and interesting to eat.

Pour the ingredients into the pot, someone started to yell, and then three or five pairs, or even more chopsticks, stretched in. The owners of the chopsticks would definitely have extremely cheerful smiles on their faces. Smiling and talking about the mountains, while running against each other and fighting for each other, sweating profusely after a few rounds...

Eating hot pot must be very lively. If you stay still like Western food, eat with chopsticks and wipe your mouth with your back straight, then it will be boring.

Furthermore, the action must be fast, and you must have sharp eyesight, otherwise those thin, trembling meat slices and tender raw vegetables will be overcooked...

After half of the meal, everyone slowed down. Yuan Ou glanced out of the window, a little worried, "Will there be casualties if the rain is so heavy?"

Gu Yi poured pineapple juice for her and You'an, and nodded, "It should be, isn't it the biggest rainstorm in 30 years?"

Song Zheng took a sip of green plum wine, shook his head and tasted it old-fashionedly, touched his chin, squinted his eyes and looked out the window, "It's troublesome."

Yuan Ou had heard Gu Yi say this word before, and now Song Zheng said it again, unavoidably curious, "Trouble, are you worried that the concert will be postponed again? Or, something else?"

Song Zheng smiled, and stared at Gu Yifei, "Hey, you still say that he is stupid and serious and sensitive!"

Yuan Ou narrowed his eyes, and swung Gu Yi sharply, "Who's staying?"

Gu Yi raised his hand bitterly, stepped on Song Zheng's foot under the table, and then admitted honestly, "I'm dumb, of course I'm dumb."

Song Zheng hissed a few times in pain, then grabbed the beef balls in Gu Yi's bowl openly, put them in his mouth and chewed them brazenly, and then sneered, "Wash your neck, prepare to donate!"

When he said this, Yuan Ou understood a little bit, but also didn't understand it a little bit.

Whenever there is a natural disaster, regardless of how the country handles it, the whole society seems to have recognized that at least those big stars must jump out and donate.

But this is not too difficult to accept. After all, once a star becomes popular, it is too fast and easy to get money. Donating part of it at a critical time can not only solve the urgent need, but also promote social harmony. Establishing a positive image for yourself is a beautiful thing that kills multiple birds with one stone.

(End of this chapter)