"Hello, this guest, how many do you have?" Tang Xiaotian smiled and asked enthusiastically, whether the guests were noble or low, poor or rich, this is the attitude she will uphold towards every guest.

Yin Taishan smiled kindly at her, "I'm alone." ”

"Alone?" Is it fun to eat hot pot alone?

However, Tang Xiaotian was depressed and depressed, and still had to serve the guests according to the procedure, "Then what pot base do you order, I have a menu here, you can choose it." ”

Then Tang Xiaotian handed over the menu in his hand to Yin Taishan, Yin Taishan looked at it twice, and pointed to one of the mushroom soup hot pots, "Come here." ”

"Okay." Tang Xiaotian ticked a tick on it, then went to inform the kitchen, and left another menu for Yin Taishan to choose the dishes.

A few minutes later, the steaming mushroom soup hot pot was brought up and placed on the stove, Tang Xiaotian asked Yin Taishan again, "What dishes does this gentleman need, have you chosen it?" ”

Yin Taishan handed her the menu he had already drawn, "That's what I want." ”

Tang Xiaotian took a look and went back to prepare.

Yin Taishan couldn't wait to take a spoon and fill a small bowl of mushroom soup, just put it under his nose and smell it, he felt that it was even better than the taste he made, which reminded him of the past.

He remembered that at that time, the mushroom soup that his master had concocted was the same taste.

It's a pity that he has never made such a delicious soup base, and his expression is a little gloomy.

The past of that year came to his mind, he hated and was saddened, why did the master not value him at the beginning, and refused to teach him his exclusive secret recipe, he sighed helplessly, isn't it because the little junior sister likes not him, but his senior brother.

Suddenly, a hazy thought suddenly crept into his heart, he looked around this small shop, the decoration inside is also very simple, it seems to be very similar to his master's style, but his master has been dead for many years, could it be that he is the one who opened this shop?

Just as she was wondering, Yan Chuyao pushed the door in after delivering a takeaway and hugged the helmet on the electric car, and Yin Taishan, who saw her inadvertently, only felt that her eyes flickered, how could this girl look a little familiar, her appearance was hazy and like a person.

He remembered that it was Yin Enhao's previous girlfriend, and Zhao Huiru had shown her photos, but there were still some differences between the photos and the real people, and the real people were even better than the photos.

It's a pity for him that such a good girl has broken up with her son.

The dish he ordered was pushed over by Tang Xiaotian with a small cart, "Sir, please use it slowly." ”

"Thank you." Yin Taishan will never forget the basic courtesy to people no matter when and where.

He chose thin fatty beef and fatty mutton that are indispensable for shabu-shabu shabu, as well as shrimp and hairy belly. Then there are two or three kinds of greens.

He ordered two or three at once, and when it was cooked, he tasted it indeed, the same taste he had eaten more than twenty years ago.

Since his master has long passed away, there is only one person who can make this kind of hot pot, and that is his senior brother.

But the senior brother also disappeared after the death of the master, and he has not been whereabouts for so many years, if it was in Jiangcheng, he should have known it a long time ago.

Could it be that someone else is doing this?

After tasting it, he sighed a little, such a good hot pot has not been developed, and it can only be in this small house, which is a waste of such good craftsmanship.