Lao Huang got off a small black Bugaki Audi.

He wears a striped shirt, a leather jacket, and a long purse under his arm.

is obviously in his twenties, but Lao Huang is already dressed up to be similar to those middle-aged people in the county, exuding a kind of philistine smell all over his body, and he has already begun to have a beer belly at a young age.

He Yuan and Lao Huang are classmates, but He Yuan has always liked casual dress, plus keeping exercising, his figure has also been controlled, standing with Lao Huang, it seems that he has just come out of college.

That feeling, just like Lin Zhiying and Guo Degang, if others don't say it, it is estimated that everyone will not be able to guess that these two people are the same age.

"You're here as soon as you've got your stuff done, it's pretty punctual. He Yuan smiled and greeted him. He glanced Lao Huang up and down, and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go in." ”

"Hey, didn't you just get off work and run straight over? In this winter, I froze to death. Lao Huang rubbed his hands together and followed He Yuan into the house.

That's how it is in my hometown, this damp and cold air is everywhere, and it is impossible to prevent it. He Yuan himself was already thick enough, anyway, it was much thicker than in Beijing, and it was thermal underwear, sweater, and big cotton jacket, but it turned out to be cold at both ends in three days.

He's used to it now, but if he doesn't feel a fever, a fever or something, he feels quite abnormal.

"It's good to get used to it, I heard that it snowed in Chengdu a few days ago. He Yuan said as he turned up the heat of the induction cooker a little.

He had already boiled the water and put the bottom of the pot in it, because it was cold, and the ingredients at the bottom of the pot were frozen into a ball, and he couldn't break it. It took a while to melt the bottom of the pot and turn it into a pot of red soup. Then He Yuan turned on the induction cooker, turned it to a low heat, and kept it warm.

"Isn't it, my circle of friends is full of people who forward the snow, and there are people who sell snow on the Internet, and a handful of snow in Chengdu costs 20 to 100, and there are really people who place orders. These days, there really is everyone who has it. Lao Huang sat down at the table, snorted at his hands, and then put his palms between his knees.

He Yuan noticed his movements and asked, "Do you want to turn on the air conditioner for you?" I don't usually turn on the air conditioner, it's too stuffy, if you feel too cold, I'll turn it on for you." ”

"No, no, this eats hot pot, what kind of air conditioner is on, and the clothes are full of smell. Don't open, don't open. Lao Huang waved his hand again and again.

He Yuan could only give up.

To be honest, eating hot pot in winter is indeed quite comfortable. It's just the weather, it's too freezing.

And the hometown is not quite the same as the north, although the north is cold and snowy outside, but as soon as you enter the house, it is very warm, especially when the heating is turned on, I can't wait to take off my clothes. But it's not good in my hometown, even if you turn on the air conditioner, the cold still drills into the seams of your clothes.

Especially when eating hot pot, the dry hot air is mixed with the breath of hot pot, and it feels like there is a smell all over your body. For a patient with cleanliness like He Yuan, it is like being punished. So he would rather be cold than turn on the air conditioner while eating.

But having said that, He Yuan still went to find Xiao Sun.

He had bought several small suns online before, and put one in each room. Now move the little sun out, one by one, and it will be a lot warmer in an instant.

"Okay, okay, it's all your own people, don't make it so troublesome. Lao Huang saw He Yuan tossing around there, waved his hand again and again, and motioned He Yuan to sit back quickly.

"Cheng, it's done, this is the dish, what you want to eat yourself. Everyone is their own people, don't be so polite, I'll call someone first. He Yuan said as he took two steps to the window, poked his head out and shouted upstairs, "Duoduo, come down to eat." ”

"Yo, there is still someone in your family, is it your sister-in-law?" Lao Huang winked at He Yuan, grinning a wicked grin.

"What sister-in-law, it's my sister. He Yuandao.

They ate in the study today, mainly because the study area is large enough, and there are big windows in the study, put the pot next to the window, as soon as the wind blows, the gas will disperse, and the house will not be full of hot pot smell.

Tang Duoduo "puffed", came down from upstairs and entered the house.

He Yuan pointed at Tang Duoduo and said to Lao Huang: "This is my sister, just call her Duoduo." Duoduo, this is your Uncle Huang, who used to be elementary school classmates with me. ”

"What uncle, I'm the same age as you, and I want to call my brother. Lao Huang's eyes widened, and he was suddenly a little unhappy.

"My sister is only in junior high school, look at you, this is dressed like a little old man in his forties and fifties, you stand there and let her call you brother, are you embarrassed?" He Yuan said with a smile.

"Age is age, generation is generation, it's different. Besides, where am I old, I feel like I'm still young, a great guy in my early twenties. Lao Huang raised his arm and made a posture of "showing his muscles".

Duoduo whispered "Brother" Okay, and then sat down next to He Yuan, bowing his head, looking silent.

It's the same as the first time I saw him in Tang's hometown at that time.

He Yuan was also used to it, and said to Lao Huang: "My sister is a little timid, don't mind." ”

"I know, I know, children are like this now, weren't we like this at that time, everyone has to be called uncle and uncle, annoying. There are so many people, they can be recognized everywhere, everyone is the same, all the same. Lao Huang nodded repeatedly.

In a matter of moments, the pot was already boiling.

He Yuan hurriedly greeted: "The pot is hot, hurry up and serve the food." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a plate of beef, picked up the slices of meat, and put them in.

Sichuan's hot pot is generally standard with beef and mutton, mainly because these two kinds of meat are cooked relatively quickly, and the hot soup goes down, and you can take it out and eat it after a few seconds of shabu-shabu.

In addition, it is the characteristics of Sichuan-style hot pot, hairy belly and yellow throat. Of course, some people still like to eat duck intestines, but He Yuan generally doesn't order that thing, mainly because the duck intestines are too small and too thin, throw them into the pot, and you can't find them when you turn around.

In addition to these, He Yuan also bought luncheon meat, duck blood, quail eggs, as well as hot pot ingredients such as crab sticks and shrimp dumplings. Vegetarian vegetables bought potatoes, green bamboo shoots, yams, folded ear root (Houttuynia cordata), green leafy vegetables, sweet potato flour and the like.

Everything else is easier to handle, mainly this sweet potato flour, and He Yuan is also the first time to get it. When I bought it, I dried it out and it was very hard.

He Yuan always felt that this was not the same as the sweet potato noodles he ate in the restaurant, and he felt weird. After the other dishes were processed, He Yuan patted his head and remembered that this thing would not be soaked softly.

I checked the Internet and found that this was indeed the case.

He Yuan hurriedly began to put water in it, put the sweet potato flour in it and soaked it, after soaking for about ten minutes, it still felt very hard, afraid that it would be too late, so he changed a basin of warm water, and finally soaked the noodles before eating.

Well, it's pretty much the same as eating in a restaurant.

"Come, taste it, and see how it tastes. He Yuan scooped up a slice of cooked beef and put it in the old yellow bowl.

Lao Huang dipped the sauce and tasted it, and gave He Yuan a thumbs up: "Not bad, it's good." ”

He Yuan also fished a piece of beef, and tasted it with sesame oil, well, it tasted good.

At first, he was worried that the things he handled would be quite different from those in the store. If you just eat it yourself, then it's okay, but it's a bit unsuitable for a treat.

Now I can rest assured.

The plates of meat were placed on the table, and the group carried the dishes to shabu-shabu.

Lao Huang looked at the backyard through the window while soaking the meat: "Lao He, your house is very beautiful." ”

The backyard of the old house used to be used to raise chickens and rabbits. But since there was no one in the hometown, the yard was deserted. After He Yuan took over, he found that the trees, flowers and plants that had been planted before were not dead when no one took care of them.

So he trimmed it a little, removed some weeds, garbage, and rested the fence again, and now it looks quite clean and quiet.

"It's okay, that's it. He Yuan put a piece of meat in his mouth and said a little vaguely.

"What's like that, I went to the villa at the bottom of the mountain to see it, and the house is old, expensive, millions of dollars. If you want to say it's beautiful, it's really beautiful, but the artificial feeling is too heavy, and there is no such smell. It's good on your side, when I came in, I thought I had gone to Jiangnan, and there were old mansions of the Hui school everywhere, which were old and good-looking. "Old Zodiac.

"That's what I did. He Yuan put down his chopsticks and said with a smile.

Lao Huang held chopsticks in one hand and gave a thumbs up to He Yuan with the other: "Awesome"

Then he sighed and said, "I also want to get a house like this, in the past, everyone was this kind of house, and I didn't feel anything." Now the demolition of the demolition, the demolition of the topple, the old yard, now there are not a few left. I couldn't see it suddenly, and I missed it a little. ”

"You are hypocritical, if you really let you live, you may not be willing to live. He Yuandao.

"If you are engaged in art, you are always a little sentimental. The things handed down by our ancestors are gone in our hands, and we always feel that something is a little empty in our hearts. Lao Huang clutched his chest and said.

He Yuan smiled and didn't speak.

is mainly the dress of Lao Huang's shirt and sweater and small jacket, and he always feels a little out of place when he talks about art and ancestral inheritance.

Two vulgar people, talking about what kind of wind and snow, is too inappropriate.

"Isn't it said that we should develop and promote traditional culture, and I was thinking that these things should start from children. We can't wait for the day when these things are gone, and if we want to look back, we have to look for them in newspapers and magazines. So, I wanted to ......"

He Yuan's spirit was shocked, and today's theme is here.