"You've come a long way beyond many women, and you've truly lived your life." Murong Lin patted her shoulder, and he didn't look down on her because she was a daughter.

Presumably Feng Xiaoyue could also feel the change in Murong Lin's attitude towards herself, bowed her head and smiled,

"You're right. No matter how much I think about it, I can't get rid of the current facts, and if I still force it, it will only harm others and myself. ”

"That's a good word, but why do you say that?" The reason for this, Feng Xiaoyue was not easy to explain to him, and she couldn't explain it, so she changed the topic,

"You have heard a lot in what you have spoken today."

"When did the son of this world speak, when did he not listen." Before, he played with Feng Xiaoyue at every turn, but Murong Lin didn't admit it at this time.

Feng Xiaoyue smiled and shook her head, feeling that Murong Lin's temper was sometimes the same as that of a child, easy to coax and easy to get angry.

She was about to squat down to take care of the weeds when she suddenly thought of something and straightened up again.

"By the way, will you be hungry when you come back at this time, I have developed a new pot, last time you were sick and couldn't eat, today I happen to be free, and I will let you taste my craft." Regarding Feng Xiaoyue's concern, Murong Lin has always been a person who does not refuse, but when he was about to agree, he saw Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu standing up together, and shook their heads silently.

He felt very strange in his heart, and when he turned his head to the side and found that the four books behind him were also moving, Murong Lin suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"You've only been busy for so long today, and you have to cook again, won't you be too tired?" After thinking about the reactions of these people, Murong Lin chose a compromise answer.

Feng Xiaoyue patted off the grass clippings on her hands and washed her hands in the bucket next to her.

"The one I make is called hot pot, as long as the base is fried, the remaining vegetables can be scalded while sitting and eating, and it is not difficult at all."

"They tasted all four of them last time, but they didn't do it very well. I just went to the shop a few days ago to order grass fruit and cardamom, and if I add them today, it should change. Although Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu in the back had been sighing helplessly, Murong Lin was reluctant to refuse her heart in the end, and responded with hesitation.

"In that case, you will be in charge of the kitchen tonight."

"Well, I'll go over now, and you'll wait for the evening to taste the freshness." Feng Xiaoyue went straight to the kitchen with some joy, Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu were busy following for fear that something would happen.

"Then let's go back to the study first." As soon as Murong Lin turned around, he saw the four books with a bitter face,

"Why are you on that face?" Siben rubbed his face and looked at Murong Lin with an indescribable expression,

"Lord Shizi, you haven't tasted the hot pot that Princess Shizi made last time, so you don't know how powerful it is."

"Isn't Xiaoyue's craftsmanship always very good, why is this new dish so delicious?" If it was unpalatable, Murong Lin didn't mind.

When he was training alone, he even chewed raw meat, no matter how bad Feng Xiaoyue was, as long as the ingredients were complete, it might not be much worse than those meats.

"The last time the princess cooked, I didn't taste it at all." When Siben thought of it, his face wrinkled again,

"The five tastes of people are sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and the dishes of the princess are completely explosive in the mouth."

"Explosions? Could it be that he swallowed gunpowder? Murong Lin smiled, obviously unwilling to believe it.

"Even if the prince doesn't believe me, then Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu also think the same, the prince should always believe it." The categorical words of the four books made Murong Lin a little unstable.

"And how was the last dish solved?" He had only slept in the middle of the night that day, and when he woke up the next day, he didn't find any of the food that had been wasted.

"The princess's dishes are not poured into the house, and I and the others in the courtyard can't eat it, only the princess thinks it's not bad. After the princess is full, the remaining ingredients are fresh, and naturally there will be no waste. Siben looked at Murong Lin with some sympathy,

"Anyway, the princess is going to do it again today, and the princess will know why we said that after tasting it."

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense here." Murong Lin didn't mean to scold him when he arrived, but he didn't want Siben's words to affect his courage to be a dish.

Feng Xiaoyue walked to the kitchen and took out a large handful of dried peppers and chopped them into minced pieces, and found the same amount of dogwood and ginger, and chopped them together.

At this time, there is no chili pepper, which is not good, and there is no taste in cooking, but fortunately, there are other substitutes for spicy seasonings.

After boiling the oil in the pot for a while, Feng Xiaoyue poured all the ingredients in the bowl into it without reservation.

Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu looked at the amazing amount, and had already begun to have a good relationship with Aunt Liu in the kitchen, asking her to make some supper at night, otherwise I am afraid that she will be hungry all night.

After the base was cooked, Feng Xiaoyue saw that the bone broth was stewed at noon, so she turned it upside down and counted it as a freshness for the hot pot soup.

Sprinkle a handful of grass fruit cardamom before closing the lid and wait for the water to boil. Murong Lin was drawn to his imagination by the exaggerated descriptions of the four books, and he kept walking around in the study.

I couldn't sit still, so I went out for a walk, and just when I got to the dining room, I smelled a fragrance wafting in.

He walked to the dining room and saw a stove in the middle of the dining room, and the occasional crackling sound of charcoal firewood was very enthusiastic.

Feng Xiaoyue called a few servants to help, padd it with a damp cloth, and put the pot on the iron shelf above the stove.

And the fragrance that Murong Lin had just smelled was emanating from the iron pot. This looks completely different from what the four books said before.

Murong Lin stepped forward curiously, Feng Xiaoyue opened the lid of the pot, and suddenly a strong water vapor rushed to his face.

Murong Lin was choked and coughed, and finally stopped, and saw bright red soup boiling in the pot.

"There's vegetables in the pot you made." The more Murong Lin looked at it, the more funny he felt, Feng Xiaoyue glanced at him lightly, and Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu in the back, as well as the other maids in the small courtyard, each came over with two pots of vegetables in their hands, and the dining table was densely arranged.

"This dish, you can eat whatever you want, and no one will serve you." Feng Xiaoyue sat next to the stove, took a piece of tofu skin with chopsticks, and after it was cooked, put it on a small plate and handed it to Murong Lin.

"It's probably my action, you try it first, whether it tastes good or not." Looking at the appearance, it is no different from the usual dishes, but there is a unique smell.

Murong Lin felt that the four books were alarmist, so he swallowed them very boldly.

"Be careful." Feng Xiaoyue didn't have time to remind him, so he took it in his mouth, and some Murong Lin instantly frowned, looking a little painful.

The hot sensation is still secondary, mainly the strong and stimulating numbness and spiciness, which comes from the tip of the tongue, and the intensity makes people cry when they open their eyes.

"Ahem." Siben began to worry when he saw Murong Lin eat it in his mouth, such a refreshing way would be choked as expected.

"Are you alright?" Feng Xiaoyue patted him on the back and handed over the handkerchief in his hand. Murong Lin kept exhaling with his mouth, lest tears flow from his eyes.

Finally relieved a little, Murong Lin was in a hurry to find water to drink. But the water in the teapot was just brewed by the little maid.

Seeing that Murong Lin was about to raise his head again and send it away, Feng Xiaoyue hurriedly picked up the herbal tea she had prepared earlier and replaced it for him.

"This pot is full of boiling water, you drink this, herbal tea is more spicy." Feng Xiaoyue finally grabbed it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect them to have such a strong reaction when they ate something purely spicy for the first time. However, as long as you get familiar with this feeling, hot pot can win everyone's love.

In this regard, Feng Xiaoyue has long been mentally prepared that the hot pot will be rejected by people at the beginning, but there will be a full of repeat customers.

It was almost after drinking a whole pot of tea that Murong Lin felt that he was back to normal. He looked at the four books with some regret, hating that he didn't believe his words at the beginning.

Siben shook his head very helplessly, hoping that you would ask for more blessings.

"You really can't stand it at all." Feng Xiaoyue just cared about it, there must be someone's physique that really can't be exposed to spicy taste.

But Murong Lin thought that Feng Xiaoyue thought that she disliked her cooking skills, and shook her head again and again,

"No, I didn't prepare it when I first entered it, but after tasting it, it was still very interesting." Murong Lin said something wrong, but Feng Xiaoyue took it seriously, and immediately forgot that he had said that no one would serve him, so he happily took his plate and chopsticks, and handed over a piece of duck blood.

"Then you try it again, you must be used to it now." Murong Lin's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look around for someone who could call for help, and Siben hurriedly turned his head as if nothing had happened, and quietly slipped away from the edge of the dining room.

"Xiaoyue, your soup smells very good, what did you add?"

"It's the grass fruit cardamom I just told you about, don't talk about it yet, it's not delicious when it's cold." Murong Ling also wanted to change the topic, but Feng Xiaoyue didn't give this opportunity at all.

Murong Lin couldn't avoid it, and just as he was about to swallow the duck blood like a strong man, he saw the four books running in in a hurry,

"Lord Shizi, there is a son surnamed Gu looking for you outside."

"What's so in such a hurry, can't you talk about it another day?" Murong Lin'er pretended to be impatient and got up, looking at Feng Xiaoyue with righteous words,

"If you're hungry, eat first, I'll go out and have a look, maybe I'll come back later." After that, Murong Lin also went to the gate with a fierce attitude.

Feng Xiaoyue looked at his completely different behavior from usual, as if she was a little overexcited. The spicy taste tends to irritate people's nerves and make people become overactive.

The role of the hot pot has such a thing, Feng Xiaoyue didn't think about anything else, Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu muttered to themselves, the prince has escaped.

Listening to his answer just now, it seemed that he was going out to socialize with others, there were still a lot of dishes on this table, and it was not good to waste it like last time, Feng Xiaoyue looked at Xiaoyun and Xiaoyu with a light smile,

"You're tired all day, so come and eat with me." Pastoral princess, lady please go back to the house The latest chapter 95: Hot pot micro force website: