Chapter 56 Laoyou Hot Pot and Love

The authentic Huaijiang old hot pot originally does not have the Yuanyang pot.

However, with the development of tourism, most old stores have made concessions.

"Here we go, three fresh white soups and spicy mandarin duck."

Maybe it's leisure time at noon, and the owner seems to be the only one in the store now.

The middle-aged man carried a large pot and walked steadily to Xia Zhaoyao and Qin Shuo's table and put it down.

Different from the Chuanchuan pot that Xia Zhaoyao had eaten before, the shape of Yuanyang pot is quite unique.

In the center of the thick iron pot, a soothing "S" shape divides the left and right sides, and the red and white pot bottoms each occupy half, which is very beautiful.

Click.

The fire at the bottom of the pot ignited.

"Over there at the red soup, I gave you some fresh duck blood. Can you try it later?"

The boss pointed to the side of the red pot, grinned and explained to the two of them.

"The fresh duck blood in hot pot must be cooked cold to taste better——"

Since it was a food tasting, he definitely had to greet more, otherwise it would still be his own sign that would be smashed.

…………

Generally speaking, there is no such thing as "half portion" in hot pot restaurants.

But it's different if the boss is easy to talk to. At least the two of them have privileges during this meal.

Qin Shuo didn't look at the menu and simply ordered half portions of each item - except for a few things that couldn't be divided equally.

The boss is also a cheerful person. After asking a few questions, he went straight back to the kitchen to prepare various dishes.

Now only Qin Shuo and Xia Zhaoyao were left staring at each other in the empty hotpot restaurant.

The fire was sizzling at the bottom of the pot, and the hot air slowly spread out.

Compared to the white soup, the red soup obviously boils faster.

The gurgling butter red soup rolled lazily, and a very rich and special aroma came out.

"..."

"..."

Xia Zhaoyao and Qin Shuo looked at each other a few times, with great embarrassment written in the air.

Now what the heck, well, let’s rule out dating in the first place—

Xia Zhaoyao couldn't resist the pressure at first, retracted his gaze, and began to fiddle with his mobile phone.

work, work——

It was as if he overheard Xia Zhaoyao's thoughts.

The next second.

Qin Shuo suddenly asked.

"Well, you are still within employment time, right?"

"Of course - I remember the time!"

Xia Zhaoyao quickly raised his head, stared at Qin Shuo, and replied fiercely.

If it wasn't for money, who would eat alone with such a perverted, shameless, and lustful guy?

"You don't want to default on your debt, do you? Let me tell you, the relationship consultation period will last until we separate."

"That's good, that's good -"

Qin Shuo nodded, put down the menu in his hand, and moved towards Xia Zhaoyao.

"Then what if, I mean what if, I made an appointment with Han Mengxi to eat alone at a hot pot restaurant -"

"Look, in an embarrassing situation like this, there is nothing to talk about. What should I do?"

Qin Shuo glanced at Xia Zhaoyao's expression and added something extra sincere.

"Anyway, sit on the chair, you can play the role for the time being——"

"..."

Xia Zhaoyao couldn't help but frown, and almost threw the tea over.

Forget it, don't be angry, there is no need to get wrinkles for this bastard.

"What are you talking about? You can't talk about food?"

Xia Zhao shook his chin and nodded at the hot pot, and replied angrily.

She didn't make this up, it was introduced in Zhao Huanxi's "No Embarrassing" Rules for Couples.

"Eat? Uh-how can we talk about hot pot? Han Mengxi is from Fuzhou."

"What happened to Fuzhou?"

"Huaijiang and Fuzhou both have hot pot."

"Then, we have one in Yancheng too——"

Xia Zhaoyao looked at Qin Shuo helplessly. This time she really hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

No wonder this guy came to Huan Tang Wanshiwu for campus love counseling.

With this IQ, it is not impossible to live alone for the rest of your life.

Xia Zhaoyao put down his cell phone, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, imitating Zhao Huanxi's old-fashioned demeanor and asked.

"Hot pot, hot pot, there is a pot on the fire, but do you know how to distinguish where the hot pot belongs?"

"Uh, bottom of the pot?"

Qin Shuo hesitated for half a second and said tentatively.

"Yes, the ingredients of the hot pot are not enough to distinguish the place where the hot pot belongs. But the bottom of the pot must be."

Xia Zhaoyao snapped his fingers in a cowardly manner - well, the silent kind - and patiently guided Qin Shuo.

"The base of pickled cabbage is Northeastern's pickled cabbage hot pot; the base of tomato and sour soup is Guicheng's sour soup hot pot; if it's water with onions and ginger, it's nine out of ten our Yancheng hotpot; and if it's boiled mutton from Yancheng,

A pot of red oil soup with chili peppers floating on it must be..."

"Southern hot pot in Huaijiang or Fuzhou?" Qin Shuo nodded and looked at Xia Zhaoyao in confusion, "Then what -"

"Then the question is - is there no way to tell the difference between Fuzhou hot pot and Huaijiang hot pot?"

Xia Zhaoyao put down his tea cup and concluded like a great detective.

"There must be, otherwise the two would have the same name."

"Well--"

Qin Shuo was stunned, he was really asked this question.

As an out-and-out Huaijiang person, he really doesn’t know the difference between the hotpots in the two places.

after all……

As a Huaijiang person, who would go to Fuzhou to eat hot pot?

"Maybe... we put a lot of pepper in the hot pot here, right?"

Qin Shuo looked at the Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers floating on the red soup, hesitated for a few seconds, and answered with an uncertain look on his face.

Fuzhou is spicy, Huaijiang is spicy, that's what he generally remembers.

As for other differences——

At this moment, dissatisfied shouts came from next to the two people:

"Hey, what's the matter with you kid?! You dropped your chain at such a critical time?!"

He is the owner of a hot pot restaurant.

He was carrying a large iron tray, with a small plate and a small plate of half-portioned dishes on it.

"You're not from Huaijiang, are you? It's really embarrassing, your little girlfriend knows better than you!"

("Not a girlfriend..." Xia Zhaoyao subconsciously clarified, but his voice was immediately blocked by his boss.)

“How could the difference between Fuzhou and Huaijiang hot pot be Sichuan peppercorns?”

Xia Zhaoyao and Qin Shuo looked at each other, not understanding what the boss was talking about for a while.

"The bottom of the pot, of course it is the bottom of the pot - the soul of hot pot is the bottom of the pot!"

The boss looked angry.

So, the two of them silently put down the dishes and sat down obediently.
To be continued...