My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 501: Relaxed relationship

"Master, please take a seat first!" Song Zhiwen's sour voice sounded, and he pulled a seat away and made an invitation with a half-bow.

"Fine! Wenzi, do I say you always use me for fun?" Yang Guo laughed helplessly.

Since Chen Anlan said that sentence in Qingyang Palace, Song Zhiwen started his endless annoying mode, talking to Yang Guo in honorifics, and kept calling the master.

After leaving the Qingyang Palace, Yang Guo and the others went to the nearby Du Fu Thatched Cottage. With one more beautiful (young) girl, time flies quickly. While chatting while playing and taking pictures, the sky has turned into dusk. So according to their previous assumptions, Yang Guo came to a chain hot pot city in Shu Jiuxiang.

"It's not bad! You can still sit on private room without a single." Chen Anlan happily found a seat and sat down, she raised her head and said happily to Song Zhiwen.

The temperature inside the hot pot city is higher than outside, and I don't know if it is because of the steaming smell of hot pot. The face of Chen Anlan's face turned into the sky, and the child's face becomes more and more beautiful.

"Hey, you can order whatever you want!" Song Zhiwen pulled a chair and sat next to Chen Anlan. He took the menu and studied with Chen Anlan.

Yang Guo doesn't have so much leisure time to show up to the beauties. He greets the waiter in Hot Pot City to arrange a seat for Qiqi.

"If you want a baby seat, you don't need to raise it, it's normal. You need an extra bowl and chopsticks and some hot water. If you can give a small basin, it would be better." There are quite a lot of requirements, Yang Guo I feel a little embarrassed.

"Master, what pot bottom do you want?" Song Zhiwen raised its head at this time and asked.

Yang Guo wanted to say "Grandmaster your sister" very much, but remembered that Qiqi was around and couldn't say foul language, he had to hold back and asked: "What is the bottom of the pot?"

"Spicy, Sanxian, and bone soup." Chen Anlan said, "But when we come to Shudu, let's have a Sichuan-flavored spicy pot base, right?"

"Well, I have no problem, I can eat spicy!" Song Zhiwen said with a smile.

"Come to Mandarin Duck Pot!" Yang Guo shook his head and said, "Half spicy and half clear soup. She can't eat Qiqi spicy." Qiqi does not eat spicy. Not only does she not eat spicy, she also hates spicy and The fishy smell of mutton, the fishy smell is good, she will spit it out when she tastes it, but if it is spicy, she will cry as long as she receives a little stimulation.

"Children, we can have a separate pot." The waiter kindly reminded, she also pointed to the small induction cooker next to it.

If it’s a single stove, it’s okay! Yang Guo smiled and said: "That's fine, give me a separate pot, clear soup, I will pay for the extra cost."

"It's okay, our boss has explained that no matter how much you eat tonight, you will be free." The waiter said with a smile.

"Have you heard, did you hear, don't be afraid of getting fat, let go of your belly and eat!" Song Zhiwen pushed Chen Anlan and laughed.

"Don't use your hands!" Chen Anlan raised her eyebrows, she said dissatisfiedly, "Just eat happily, do you still want to eat others poor by others' good intentions?"

"How come!" Song Zhiwen pretended to be afraid of being heard by the waiter and glanced at the waiter secretly. He smiled, "Shu Jiuxiang's family has a big business, even if we can't even eat for a month."

Yang Guo saw that the waiters were all laughing while covering their mouths.

In this way, Yang Guo their main pot ordered Shu Jiuxiang's signature-Hongtang Jiugongge, and the small pot ordered clear soup. Although Song Zhiwen called out a lot, he didn't really brazenly order the dishes. He picked up two dishes of each of the delicious dishes, and added the ones that weren't enough.

After the red soup Jiugongge was put on, the chopped chili and red chili oil in the hot pot continued to boil up and down, and the stimulating and seductive fragrance came out.

Actually, Yang Guo, Song Zhiwen, and Chen Anlan did not grow up in provinces that are very spicy. Chen Anlan is a little better. Although people in Jincheng don't put peppers in every dish, they often come into contact with relatives who like spicy food, so they are more used to this taste.

Song Zhiwen and Yang Guo seldom eat spicy food, but people who have no taboos, if you encounter food, don’t care whether it’s spicy or not, let’s talk about it. Of course, in the year Yang Guo just graduated, the neighbors Liu Guilin and his wife were all Nanhu people. They ate a lot of spicy dishes and gradually got used to it.

Qiqi was the most unacceptable. She smelled the pungent taste and immediately pulled her father's arm with tears and complained.

"Okay, okay." Yang Guo smiled with her daughter's pitiful face, "Don't be afraid, dad ordered something that is not spicy and delicious for you. Look, this pot is not spicy! "

Qiqi felt a little relieved after the fragrant small pot with clear soup came up on the front of Qiqi noodles, but her big eyes kept looking at the tabletop, for fear that some horrible food from the spicy pot would come Inside his own small bowl.

"Sichuan Province hot pot I know best!" Song Zhiwen waved his chopsticks in front of Chen Anlan, boasting, "Speaking of hot pot, there is nothing better than hairy belly, bloody, and fatty beef! Use chopsticks. Once you have it, you can eat it by boiling it in the pot!"

"The hairy belly will be hot longer, right?" Chen Anlan saw Song Zhiwen adding a chopsticks and the hairy belly dropped into the pot, and it was about to be picked up before blinking, she hurriedly discouraged.

Just patronizing and showing off, forgetting this, almost ashamed!

"It won't take too long." Song Zhiwen put back a piece of fluffy belly from the chopsticks, and said nonchalantly. He picked up a net bag from the side, hesitated for a moment, then reached in and fished up the hairy belly that had just been blanched.

"Try it too." Song Zhiwen took the chopsticks in his right hand and picked up the chili in the net pocket, picked up two pieces of hairy belly dipped in red chili oil, and placed it in the bowl of Chen Anlan.

"Well, it's delicious!" Chen Anlan is welcome, she picked up her chopsticks, dipped in some soy sauce, and ate. Although it looks cute, it may be because of martial arts. The character of Chen Anlan is not so delicate, and the posture of eating is all mouthful~IndoMTL.com~ right! "Song Zhiwen chuckled," I tell you, you don't want to choose a beautiful belly. The whiter the more beautiful, it may be bleached. Like the ones we eat, the yellow-green color means that the cow grew up eating grass! "

When Song Zhiwen was young, I participated in many dinners with Song Chunfang. Although I didn't know how to cook, I knew a lot about the quality of the ingredients.

"You eat it yourself!" Chen Anlan grabbed Song Zhiwen's hand that was about to add vegetables to the pot and said, "Don't worry about me, it's fun to eat hot pot by yourself!"

Song Zhiwen shrugged and said with a smile: "That's true, what else do you want to eat and order yourself!"

After speaking, he also started to eat by himself. The two of them talked and laughed, and there was no tension at all when they first met today, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

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