Jiang Hua was just about to refuse Zhang Tong's invitation. After all, it's ten o'clock, and it's not bad for a man to invite a big beauty to drink and eat supper or something at such a late hour?!

Lonely men and widows go out for a drink together so late or something, as long as they agree, but if anything happens, the other party will definitely misunderstand. Agreeing to this kind of date will definitely give the other person an illusion.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her mother Wang Qian stood beside her, and she said, "Huahua, what is the best place to eat supper near here." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Hua's phone hadn't hung up yet, she turned her head to look at her mother and said, "It's so late, what kind of supper is it, Mom." ”

Wang Qian glanced at Jiang Hua: "Nonsense, it's just late, that's why I have to eat supper." If you eat it earlier, it's not called supper, it's called dinner. ”

"You went out today, I watched the news. What a supernatural battle or something. You're still on the TV camera. I couldn't eat all day, wondering if something had happened to you. Wang Qian took Jiang Hua's hand and said earnestly.

"If you don't come back, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight. I haven't eaten anything at night, and now I'm hungry, so can't I ask you to eat supper with me? You're still not my daughter?"

Wang Qian's words immediately made Jiang Hua surrender. She waved her hand and said, "Okay, good." Eat a late-night snack, eat a late-night snack. What do you want to eat?"

"Spicy hot pot. Wang Qian said her choice.

Jiang Hua frowned: "Mom, you're kidding." Eating such spicy stuff, I'm afraid I'll get up tomorrow and get up edema!"

"Baa spicy hot pot to eat, I'm going to be edematous. The vegetable market near here knows very well, and the stalls selling pepper and chili peppers are not allowed, and they can't sell anything. I made a mapo tofu that didn't smell good. Wang Qian even burst out of the Shuangqing dialect.

"I love it. Didn't your father make spicy skewers and tricked me into going to his house to eat spicy skewers every day. Then you have it, don't forget your roots. Don't get spicy skewers, you come from the spicy. ”

Well, that's a real story. But why do you sound so ashamed Jiang Hua stretched out his hand to stop his mother Wang Qian's plan to continue.

"Alright, alright. I know. Jiang Hua also said Shuangqing: "But it's so late, where is there any spicy hot pot that sells it." ”

"Steamed vegetables can also be stuffed. Wang Qian retreated.

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Tong vaguely heard the conversation between the mother and daughter. When Wang Qian talked about cooking, Zhang Tong immediately said into the phone: "There are vegetables, and you can have vegetables!"

I really couldn't make this spicy hot pot for a while. The spicy hot pot in Sichuan and Chongqing is divided into two factions, one is clear oil (oil extraction) and the other is butter. But whether it is clear oil or butter, making the base of the wok is not a simple matter.

I didn't prepare myself, and the materials were not complete. But the base for stir-frying a stir-fry is relatively simple. You can make it with the materials you have. Although it may not be particularly good, it is not expected to be bad.

By the way, doesn't Jiang Hua's family sell skewers? By the way, you can also talk about the production of skewers.

And Zhang Tong's voice is quite loud, and Jiang Hua's phone is not related yet. So it was directly transmitted to Jiang Hua and Wang Qian's side.

Wang Qian looked at Jiang Hua talking quietly on the phone at first, she didn't know who she was talking to, and thought she was talking about work.

As a result, Zhang Tong's voice came over this time, because the voice of the phone was somewhat distorted, and the sound was not particularly loud. So Wang Qian didn't hear whose voice it was at first.

But she heard it as a male voice. Well, his daughter was on the phone with a boy at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and she quietly hid in the kitchen to talk. There is jian...... Ahem, there's something hidden!

Wang Qian looked at Jiang Hua with a smile and asked, "Who is this?"

Seeing Wang Qianpi's smiling appearance, Jiang Hua suddenly shuddered. She still remembers that every time her mother wanted to trick her puppet when she was a child, she would show such an expression.

Jiang Hua immediately said to Zhang Tong on the other end of the phone: "Then prepare a large portion of steamed vegetables." With that, she turned off the phone.

Then Jiang Hua said to Wang Qian casually: "It's nothing, it's just a cook." I'm guessing you're hungry at night. So contact a cook to help you prepare a supper. ”

"That's it?"

"That's all!"

Blue flames cheered and jumped at the bottom of the pot. They exude their own light and heat. The heat is being released, and the black iron pot is burning hot.

Cool rapeseed oil is poured in, and 50% of the heat is mixed with various spices. Because he was not particularly well prepared before, Zhang Tong could only use the materials he had.

Including tangerine peel, star anise, cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, sand kernels and so on more than a dozen spices. Of course, the most common onions, ginger, garlic and peppercorns, peppers and peppers are also indispensable. There is one of the most important things in this, and that is one of the souls of Sichuan cuisine: bean paste.

Stir-frying is a very complicated job, which should have to be fried for a long time, and even need to be soaked for more than ten hours with the fried spices and oil, so that the fragrance is more concentrated.

But now the "customer" is waiting outside, so it is impossible for Zhang Tong to precipitate after frying the ingredients.

When the oil was fried and the rich fragrance wafted out, Zhang Tong prepared the dishes that needed to rise on the side.

Including Chinese cabbage, bean sprouts, bean curd, bean skin, enoki mushroom. There are also fat beef slices sold in supermarkets before.

Cut the tenderloin into thin strips. Coated with flour and egg mixture, fry into crispy meat.

Prepare all these ingredients and put them in the pot together.

In the hall of the small shop, Wang Qian sat next to Jiang Hua and winked her eyebrows.

She took Jiang Hua's hand and whispered, "You still say that you didn't fall in love with Zhang Tong?

"Not really!" Jiang Hua defended, at least not now. This guy is old-fashioned, and there is an inexplicable sense of estrangement. With Lao Zhang, he has an inexplicable feeling that he has the illusion of being like his father.

Falling in love with my father? Jiang Hua felt a little chilly when he thought about it.

Jiang Hua was trying his best to confess, but Wang Qian kept laughing and not saying a word. Zhang Tong prepared quite a sumptuous supper for supper.

There are cold dishes with peanuts, and there is a pot of peanuts that are being made. The fragrance has already come, smelling the smell Wang Qian nodded: "Well, it's a bit of a rule." "Wang Qian is a glutton in hot pot.

When the vegetables came out of the pot, Zhang Tong served them with both hands full of a large bowl of steamed vegetables.

The red oil soup contains yellow, white and green food. These foods are also sprinkled with a layer of cooked sesame seeds and garnished with shallots. Impeccable in appearance.

"Please try it. Zhang Tong said with a smile.

Wang Qian tasted it in Zhang Tong's expectant eyes, and after eating, Wang Qian's face changed.