In order to make up for the psychological trauma of losing a cup of milk tea today, Song Yi ordered the dish with the mentality of eating Zhao Huaiming bankrupt.

Zhao Huaiming, who saw through Song Yi's careful thinking, put down the white water in his hand and said, "If you want to bankrupt me, I suggest that you put down the menu in your hand now and go out to call a car to go to the secret kitchen." ”

"......" was punctured, and Song Yi, who was careful about it, added two more shrimp slips with an indifferent face.

When a large table of dishes came up, Song Yi bit his chopsticks and suddenly regretted it.

Eating hot pot is mainly about the lively atmosphere of many people, even if there are not many people, it is necessary to chat, but Zhao Huaiming, the big guy, can't beat a fart with three sticks, this hot pot can be said to be very soulful.

However, there are also several benefits to eating with Zhao Huaiming.

First, don't worry about the cost of food, you can eat whatever you want; Second, Zhao Huaiming is really good at taking care of people at the dinner table.

Song Yi was hungry, and greedily put down a bunch of things in one go, but the ingredients were cooked, but she didn't have time to eat them, so she could only rush to scoop them up, but the fat cows had already passed the time, and they were all boiled.

"I'll do it."

Father Zhao, who couldn't stand it, took the colander from Song Yi's hand.

I don't know what's going on, Song Yi couldn't find anything in the pot for a long time, and he found it all in a few minutes.

Watching him sandwich the scattered fat beef rolls into his bowl, Song Yi held a crab stick and said aggrievedly: "You should share a little with me." ”

Zhao Huaiming put the raw fat beef roll into the pot.

"If you want to eat, I'll give you a hot one."

"I want to eat shiitake mushrooms, bean curd shrimp, slippery fish balls, fat beef hairy tripe!"

“…… Got it. ”

Zhao Huaiming's movements are skillful, his hot ingredients are just right, and Song Yi, who was fed, was satisfied.

Song Yi, who was well-fed, collapsed in his seat, rubbed his round little belly, and smiled with satisfaction.

"If my grandfather were still alive, I would have been able to talk to you very well."

Zhao Huaiming swallowed the vegetables in his mouth, ordered some baby cabbage, and asked slowly, "Why?" ”

"My grandfather was very good at making soup, and his French onion soup and chicken soup were a must." Song Yi smiled like a hungry kitten, "You are so good at scalding vegetables, and it is good to make soup at a certain level." ”

"It's okay," Zhao Huaiming, a fried kitchen expert, said very calmly, "I can let you try it next time I have a chance." ”

It's just a joke, I didn't expect Zhao Huaiming to really respond Song Yi sat up straight in surprise, "Really?" Do you really know how to make soup? ”

Zhao Huaiming scooped up the cooked baby cabbage and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?" ”

He's said it's on this, can it be?

"Dad Zhao, I want to drink white radish pork rib soup!"

Zhao Huaiming's action of eating vegetables paused slightly.

"Got it."

Song Yi, who knew for the first time that Zhao Huaiming could make soup, felt that there was an old Chinese saying that was really not wrong, that is-people can't look good, and the sea can't fight.

She had always thought that if a big guy like Zhao Huaiming cooked, he would blow up the kitchen in minutes.

Song Yi, who felt that Zhao Huaiming had suddenly stepped down from the altar of the boss, opened the conversation box and began to describe to him how good her grandfather's soup making skills were.

As the time gets later and later, there are more and more people in Hai X Laoli, and there are shooting spots nearby, so many young fans often come here to try their luck.

So coincidentally, two sisters who came to eat hot pot together recognized Song Yi.

"Song Yi! Is it you, Song Yi?! ”