Knowing that Yun Yongcheng was sincerely invited, not a passing scene, Xu Yaqing did not refuse.

After returning to the village, the mother and son went home.

Twenty minutes later, the family of three went to Lao Yun's house for dinner.

Wang Yongjin was carrying a pot of baogu roast in his hand, and Xu Yaqing was carrying a vegetable basket in his hand, which contained more than a dozen eggs.

Mei Cuiping and Yun Yongcheng were setting a table in the courtyard.

The kitchen is low and stuffy, and it is a torment to eat hot pot in the kitchen.

Yun Yongcheng thought about it for a while, and suggested that he eat hot pot under the melon rack in the yard.

The dining table in the kitchen was put together with the stone table under the melon shelf, and the three families sat together, just in time to move.

And the sun has set, and a cool breeze has begun to blow in the yard, and it is comfortable to eat hot pot in the yard.

Mei Cuiping fiddled with the dishes and chopsticks, and when she looked up, she saw Wang Yongjin's family of three walking into the yard with things.

"I was just trying to ask Mianmian to ask you to eat, so you came, you came, why did you bring so many things."

Wang Yongjin walked under the melon and rattan trellis, and put the baogu roast he was carrying on the stone table.

"Eat hot pot tonight, how can you miss the wine, two catties of baogu roast, a dozen eggs, it's not a good thing, let's drink it tonight, and the eggs are kept for Mianmian as breakfast in the morning."

Mei Cuiping glanced at Xiaohuzi.

"You bring eggs to Mianmian to eat, what does Xiaohuzi eat in the morning, Mianmian can't lack nutrition, my little flower doesn't know what's going on recently, and lays eggs violently, three or four under two days, all for Mianmian's body."

Cluck, cluck.

When Mei Cuiping's words fell, Xu Yaqing saw a feathered old hen leading a flock of half-sized chickens clucking around the yard, and the feathered old hen walked with her head held high, but she was angry.

Xu Yaqing was amused by its demonic steps.

"Auntie, Xiaohua is this flowery old mother**."

Mei Cuiping nodded: "Not really." ”

Xu Yaqing: "It's all old like this, and you can still lay three or four eggs in two days, which is really amazing." ”

Mei Cuiping smiled and said, "Originally, I was going to kill it and stew it to replenish my body, but fortunately I didn't kill it." ”

"Little flowers eat, eat enough, lay a few more eggs."

Seeing Yun Mian, who was wearing a small red dress, squatting aside, holding a sun-dried corn cob in her hand, her little hand pulled the plump corn particles off the corn cob little by little, and threw them on the ground to feed the flower hen, Xu Yaqing retracted her gaze and smiled.

"Auntie, this flower hen is so old, and she can lay eggs so well, I'm afraid it's a blessing like Mianmian, but it can't be killed."

Mei Cuiping echoed Xu Yaqing's words and nodded.

"I think so too, now my family doesn't have to worry about food, and there are many buds to feed livestock and poultry, and I plan to keep the little flowers all the time."

Yun Mian has always been worried that Xiaohua will not lay eggs, and she was slaughtered and stewed into a pot of old hen soup by her grandmother, and after listening to the conversation between her grandmother and Aunt Yaqing, her heart can be regarded as steady.

She stripped the corn cob in her hand, stretched out her little fat hand, gently touched Xiaohua's fluffy little head, and said in a milky voice: "Xiaohua, grandma won't kill you." ”

Cluck, cluck.

Yun Mian's milk fell, and Xiaohua giggled twice in a very appropriate way, and immediately amused several adults in the courtyard.

"Little bottle, Yaqing, what are you two discussing, smiling so happily."

Chen Ju helped Mrs. Chu into the courtyard, and Chu Yu and Lu Feng followed closely behind Mrs. Chu.

"Old lady, you're here."

Xu Yaqing smiled and greeted Old Madam Chu.

"I'm discussing the flower hen with Aunt Yun, I think that flower hen is the same as Mianmian, it's a blessing, let Aunt Yun don't kill that chicken."

When Mrs. Chu heard the gurgling sound, her eyes fell on the little girl and the flower hen next to her.

"Yes, half of the credit for my leg recovery goes to the flower hen."

Lu Feng: "It's indeed a treasure chicken, not only took the little third master and Mianmian into the cave to find decades of wild notoginseng for the old lady, but also found Ganoderma lucidum." ”

Cluck, cluck!

When Lu Feng's words fell, Xiaohua was stunned, and her gurgling cries resounded through the old Yun family.

In such a pleasant atmosphere, the three families sat around to hot pot.

When she heard that she was eating hot pot tonight, Yun Mian was the most excited, but she put down the dishes and chopsticks first.

Chu Yu saw that she hadn't eaten much, and asked with a concerned face: "Sister Mianmian, do you think it's too spicy?" ”

Yun Mian: "It's not too spicy, it's not spicy enough." ”

Hearing her answer like this, the people at the table were shocked.

Wang Xiaohu was already so spicy that his mouth turned red, and he looked at Yun Mian with tears in his eyes.

"Sister Mianmian, this isn't spicy enough!"

"It's not spicy enough, it's not numb enough, spicy hot pot is just spicy enough to be delicious."

For more than two months, Yun Mian has not only been diligent in cultivating the "Qilin Decision", but also read the medical books and recipes left by Qingxia Fairy in the Qilin space.

Half a month ago, Yun Mian was thinking about giving Dad and Uncle Lu a recipe, so that Dad and Uncle Lu could expand their business scope, but they hadn't made up their minds for a while, what kind of recipe should they give their dad Uncle Lu.

Today, Uncle Lu packed a hot pot from the county town and came back to eat, which inspired her.

Throughout the ages, hot pot has been very popular, and perhaps operating hot pot base is a good way out.

"Moreover, the taste of this hot pot is not fresh enough, in my heart, I can only give this hot pot fifty points."

In his previous life, Yun Mian had eaten too many delicious hot pots with his parents, and eating this hot pot today was really average for him.

Hearing what she said, Lu Feng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

"Mianmian has ever eaten a better hot pot than this?"

"Hmm."

Yun Mian nodded heavily.

"My parents took me to eat, and the taste is much better than this hot pot, numb, spicy, fragrant and fresh."

Reminiscing about the hot pot he had eaten in his previous life, Yun Mian couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Uncle Lu Feng, Dad, are there many hot pot restaurants in Xiushui County?"

In the past two months, Lu Feng and Yun Yongcheng have been in the county, and the two are quite familiar with Xiushui County.

Lu Feng: "Not much, plus the newly opened one in May Fourth Square, I only see four or five hot pot restaurants." ”

"Mianmian, do you want Dad to open a hot pot restaurant with Uncle Lu?"

Every time Yun Mian asks this, she has an idea in her heart.

Yun Yongcheng knows his little girl well.

Yun Mian grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth and two shallow pear vortices.

"It's still my dear dad who knows me best."

Yun Yongcheng was a little tempted, but also a little worried.

(End of chapter)