Ming Yijun looked up, but saw that what Zhan Lu was holding in his hand was not stir-frying. Rather, it is a large copper hot pot with a pot of hot soup. There seems to be a lot of spices in the soup, and it gives off an attractive aroma. He laughed:

"Where did you get this new trick?"

He smiled as he took the hot pot and put it on the table, and helped Zhan Lu bring the vegetables prepared in the kitchen.

In the winter in the north, vegetables are scarce, nothing more than some winter stored cabbage, radish, potatoes, green onions and other things. In order to satisfy Ming Yijun, Zhan Lu took great pains. All kinds of meat slices and vegetables are actually sumptuous and full of tables.

Zhan Lu smiled:

"There are no guests now, it's just the two of us here, and it's so cold in winter that it's annoying, so it's still a little fun to just come and eat hot pot." Did Lang Jun spend the winter with us in the past? ”

She said this, without stopping at all, she took a small bowl, mixed sesame paste, leek paste, and fermented bean curd juice, put a little sugar, sprinkled with green onions, stirred well, and handed it to Ming Yijun.

Ming Yijun is not really afraid of the cold, but despite this, he does rarely spend the winter in the north. The winter in the north is not only cold, the trees have lost their leaves, most of the lakes and rivers are frozen, and the northwest wind blows, full of murderous atmosphere. Although the snow scene is beautiful, it is monotonous after watching it for a long time. The last time he spent the winter in the north was thousands of years ago. Therefore, he really hadn't eaten the hot pot in this northern winter, so he looked at her with some curiosity.

Zhan Lu smiled and packed her things. On the table, there is lamb that has been prepared for a long time, cut into thin slices, as well as Chinese cabbage, frozen tofu, radish slices, potato chips, mushrooms, vermicelli, kelp, etc., which is very hearty and makes people feel happy when they see it.

Zhan Lu made a charcoal fire and poured the hot soup into the hot pot, and after a while, the soup boiled, bubbling and bubbling, so that the house was also warm.

Zhan Lu picked up a piece of mutton and put it into the hot pot, and seeing that it gradually turned from red to brown, he hurriedly fished it out and put it into Ming Yijun's bowl:

"Alright. ”

Ming Yijun dipped the mutton slices in seasoning and put them in his mouth, the mutton was fat and lean, cut into thin slices, the taste was excellent, the fat part melted in the mouth, and the lean meat did not look old at all, and it was extremely tender. The leek sauce is slightly spicy, this slightly pungent taste slightly masks the fishy smell of the mutton, but stimulates the unique aroma of the mutton, and the aroma of the sesame sauce and the sweetness of the sugar neutralize the pungent taste of the leek sauce, making the overall taste softer. The taste of fermented bean curd juice is a bit strange, but it looks very suitable here.

The lamb slices that had just been fished out of the pot were very hot, and they were slightly cooled to the right temperature after being stained with seasonings, and Ming Yijun swallowed this slice, only to feel a warmth enveloping his whole body, making him feel a little lazy and happy.

Zhan Lu sat opposite, Ming Yijun looked at her through the steam emitted by the copper hot pot, and saw her smiling, busy putting things like radish and cabbage into the pot, and said while putting it down:

"These things can be cooked for a while longer, and the meat slices should be fished out quickly, otherwise they won't taste good if they are cooked!"

All along, Zhan Lu cooked a meal and brought it to Ming Yijun, except for that Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Zhan Lu had never eaten at the same table with Ming Yijun.

For such a long time, Ming Yijun didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

Zhan Lu is the owner of the wine shop, and he is a diner. It is normal for the owner of the restaurant to cook for the guests and not eat together.

But this time, through the steaming steam of the copper hot pot, Ming Yijun suddenly found that there was someone to accompany him during the meal, which seemed to be ...... It's much more fun than eating alone.

"Let's all eat together in the future. He said so.

Zhan Lu was staring at the meat in the pot, completely oblivious to what he was saying. Hearing the voice, he looked up blankly:

"Huh?"

"I said, let's all sit down and eat together from now on. ”

He saw the girl in front of him, her eyes widen as if she didn't understand, and he could see the flush on her face through the steam.

It's so cute.

He heard her say yes in a panic:

"Good...... Okay! Ah Lu will have dinner with Lang Jun in the future!"

Ming Yijun nodded, but heard her panicked voice again:

"Oops!

Busy listening to Ming Yijun's words, the slices of meat in the pot under Zhan Lu have long been gone. She tried her best to catch it, but the cabbage radish and frozen tofu in the pot hindered her search. Finally, when she found it, the meat slices were already too old to look good, and they were curled up into pitiful little balls.

Zhan Lu looked very depressed when she ate the old boiled meat. She can't tell the taste, so she pays attention to the texture of the food. The slices of meat that had lost their texture were no different from sawdust when she ate them.

She was frustrated, when suddenly, a piece of meat that had been properly soaked was thrown into her bowl. Ming Yijun's smiling voice came from the opposite side:

"Eat this. ”

The meat slices of Mingyi Junshabu are just right, and they are not old at all.

The two of them were eating, and the door of the store was suddenly opened, and a lively voice shouted at the door:

"What good things are you eating behind my back? Don't tell me a word! If it weren't for my nose, I would have almost missed it. ”

It was no one else who suddenly appeared at the door, but Ah Zhen.

During this time, she had been cultivating in the mountains, and she didn't even have the time to go down the mountain to eat. Because of her strict order, the little demons in the mountains did not dare to disturb her. This is simply too painful for Ah Zhen, who has always liked to be lively.

Perhaps it was because it was too painful to cultivate alone, and Ah Zhen, who had not broken through in his cultivation for a long time, finally broke through the level this time. As soon as she had recovered her breath, she came back in a lively manner, just in time for dinner.

She looked at the steaming copper hot pot on the table and complained:

"You actually eat hot pot behind my back! It's so unusual! I brought fungus back from the mountain, just in time for shabu shabu to eat!"

Zhan Lu looked at Ah Zhen and felt as if she hadn't seen her for a long time. Ah Zhen's appearance is even better than usual, Zhan Lu thought to himself, Ah Zhen really has achieved something in his cultivation.

Ah Zhen never knew what to be embarrassed about, especially when she also brought fungus, which made her even more confident. She ran to the kitchen to clean up the fungus, took a pair of chopsticks for herself, pulled a stool and sat aside, and ate it too, admiring while eating:

"It's delicious! Alu, why haven't you ever done this before?"

With Ah Zhen stirring up here, the originally ambiguous atmosphere between the two people was suddenly washed away. But eating hot pot is always interesting when there are more people! With Ah Zhen here, this dinner seems to be a lot more lively.

The fungus brought by Ah Zhen is wild in the mountains, and it was harvested by the little demons on the mountain, dried and stored in the sun. During the Chinese New Year, the little demons saw that she was going to cultivate in the mountains, so they soaked the fungus and gave it to her to eat. It's just that Ah Zhen can't eat when he is cultivating, so he left them behind, and he didn't expect to be in time to eat hot pot.

Ah Zhen put the fungus into the hot pot, took it out and ate it, the fungus in the hot pot tasted softer, the gum in the fungus seemed to melt slightly, the taste was excellent, and the seasoning made people can't stop eating.

Zhan Lu was very happy, but she still felt that there were few people. When she was very, very young, in the winter, her mother would prepare hot pot and eat it with the whole family. At that time, there were not only parents, but also grandfathers and grandmothers. The family eats hot pot together, and it couldn't be more lively.

Since her mother died, she hasn't eaten hot pot again. After so many years, now that she is with Ming Yijun for the New Year, she feels a little warmth again.

If only someone else could come over and eat hot pot together!

It seemed that a god had heard her words, and she was thinking about it when she suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

Someone seems to want to come and eat hot pot with them.