Eat hot pot?
Mu Yangzi and the other three looked at each other in confusion, obviously not understanding what eating hot pot meant.
Ye Qingyun looked at the Mohist saint.
"Who is this?"
Zhao Ding hurriedly stepped forward to introduce the Mohist saint.
"Master Ye, this is my Mohist sage."
The Mohist saint also stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted.
"Old Yan Wuqiu, I came here especially to pay homage to Mr. Ye. In addition,"
Before Yan Wuqiu finished speaking, Ye Qingyun was already waving.
"Everyone who comes here is a guest, and it's a good time to have hot pot together. It's a fun time for everyone."
Yan Wuqiu ""
Ye Qingyun's enthusiastic attitude caught Yan Wuqiu a little off guard.
He was thinking about his meeting with Ye Qingyun all the way.
Prepared a lot of rhetoric.
As a result, not a single word was used.
"This Mr. Ye is very easy-going."
Yan Wuqiu thought to himself.
"Master Ye, why are you eating hot pot?"
Mu Yangzi asked curiously.
"This is a delicacy from my hometown. Everyone gathers around the pot, scalds the food in the pot and then uses it immediately."
“The food is a blast!”
Ye Qingyun said while tinkering with the seasonings in the pot.
"I see, it's quite novel."
Mu Yangzi nodded.
"Call Kunlunzi here too."
"Oh, okay."
After a while, Kunlunzi was also called over.
At this time, all the hot pot ingredients are ready.
The fire has also started.
Because he was afraid that some people couldn't eat spicy food, Ye Qingyun even made a mandarin duck pot very considerately.
One side has red soup, the other side has clear soup.
certainly.
Even if it is a clear soup, it has a rich and mellow taste, but it is not spicy.
Everyone sat around the pot, looking at the big pot in front of them.
Huikong was naturally used to strange things. He had followed Ye Qingyun for so long, and he didn't even know how many hot pot meals he had seen Ye Qingyun eat.
Even Huikong himself can make this hot pot.
certainly.
Huikong still doesn't want to eat meat. Even if he eats hot pot, he only eats vegetable leaves.
It was the first time for everyone else to see hot pot, and they were all full of curiosity.
Soon, the pot began to boil.
Half of the red soup also began to fill up.
It exudes a pungent and compassionate yet very unique aroma.
Several people smelled this smell, and they all looked surprised.
"about there."
Ye Qingyun began to pour ingredients into the hot pot.
Taking advantage of this time, Ye Qingyun did not forget to prepare dipping sauce for everyone.
The dipping sauce is very simple and is the same for everyone.
Three kinds of garlic, sesame oil, coriander, and some hot pot stock.
It is the most authentic dipping sauce.
No need to add any other messy things.
Several people each held a small bowl of dipping sauce, looked at the dipping sauce in the bowl, and then looked at the tumbling pot.
Can't help but look forward to it.
"alright!"
Ye Qingyun immediately picked up the chopsticks and said to several people.
"Eat whatever you want. If you can't eat spicy food, just eat what's in the clear soup. But it's best to try the red soup first."
"good!"
"Then you're welcome, old man."
"The poor Taoist also moved his chopsticks."
Mu Yangzi and others moved their chopsticks one after another.
They all followed Ye Qingyun's example, rolling the ingredients picked up from the pot into the small dipping bowl, and then putting them into their mouths.
After one sip, the expressions of several people changed.
The ingredients are very hot!
But the taste is very rich, numb and spicy.
Coupled with the aroma mixed with the dipping sauce, the taste is even more layered.
The indescribable and wonderful taste impacted the tongues of several people.
Hiss!
For a moment, several people gasped, but their faces were full of satisfaction.
“It’s so delicious, it’s simply unimaginable!”
Zhao Ding couldn't help but exclaimed.
“It’s truly the most delicious thing in the world!”
Mu Yangzi nodded repeatedly.
Kunlunzi didn't say anything, he was in a daze.
It's not that he is absent-minded.
It’s not that I think this hot pot is not delicious.
But it's too spicy.
Kunlunzi's face turned red visibly to the naked eye, and large beads of sweat broke out from his cheeks and forehead.
Eyes dull.
Apparently he was stunned.
Ye Qingyun glanced at Kunlunzi and knew that this kid was stunned.
He quickly moved a large wooden barrel from the stone table nearby.
Inside the barrel is chilled rice wine.
The rice wine was naturally brought by Ye Qingyun from Fuyun Mountain.
I have never drank much.
And now.
It might come in handy.
"It won't be spicy if you drink it."
Ye Qingyun made a bowl of rice wine and handed it to Kunlunzi.
Kunlunzi didn't care what was in the bowl, he drank it all in one go.
“So cool!”
After drinking the rice wine, Kunlunzi blurted out.
The whole person became energetic.
Although it is still a bit spicy in the mouth, it has an endless aftertaste.
Especially paired with a bowl of ice-cold rice wine, it is simply refreshing.
"You're welcome, feel free to eat and drink."
Ye Qingyun said with a smile.
Everyone let go.
Everyone was sitting on the ground casually, no longer caring about their identity.
What saint?
What kind of top executives?
Let's all go aside.
At this moment, they are just a group of gluttons who only know how to eat and drink.
Ingredients are constantly being added to the pot, and bowls of ice-cold rice wine are also served one after another.
Ye Qingyun found that he had thought too much.
There is no need to prepare clear soup at all.
All these guys were blushing and grinning, but they just wanted to eat the food in the red soup.
It's too spicy, so let's have another sip of ice-cold rice wine.
The feeling of comfort and comfort on that face is simply indescribable.
Even Da Mao lying next to him would take a few bites from time to time.
soon.
Several people were a little drunk.
The iced rice wine is very refreshing and refreshing when you drink it, and you don't feel anything.
But it has plenty of stamina.
Especially these guys, almost every time they eat something, they have to drink a sip of ice-cold rice wine.
It would be strange if you don't get to the top.
"Why do I feel a little dizzy?"
Zhao Ding's eyes were blurry and his tongue was a little big.
"Come again! Come again!"
The Mohist sage Yan Wuqiu became more and more energetic as he drank, his eyes widened, and he put food into the pot to eat.
Ye Qingyun has almost eaten.
He didn't drink much rice wine, so this
Ke Ren is still very sober.
"Master Ye, this hot pot is so delicious. I have never eaten anything so delicious in my life."
Jian Tianming said with a naive smile.
"Only people like Mr. Ye can create such delicacies in the world."
The old man Mu Yangzi drank too much, but he didn't forget to flatter him.
"Can I drink this soup?"
Zhao Ding was so drunk that he actually scooped a spoonful of spicy soup from the hot pot into his bowl.
"Don't drink!"
Ye Qingyun just wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
Zhao Ding drank the spicy soup directly.
"ah!!!"
This time, Zhao Ding was shocked.
I just felt a fire in my throat, directly reaching my internal organs.
He quickly picked up the barrel and drank all the remaining iced rice wine.
After drinking, Zhao Ding hiccupped repeatedly and felt dizzy.
Plop!!!
Zhao Ding fell directly to the ground, motionless.
It feels like death.
Fortunately, when the snoring sounded, Zhao Ding was just too drunk and fell asleep.
Jian Tianming was also drunk beside him.
Even so, he still held the wooden sword in his arms and kept talking about practicing sword practice.
Kunlunzi sat cross-legged, trying to use his cultivation to refine the alcohol.
But this is rice wine brewed by Ye Qingyun himself, and even a semi-saint expert cannot refine it.
Just let it dissipate on its own.
After refining Kunlunzi for a while, it had no effect, so he just sat cross-legged and fell asleep.
As for the two saints Mu Yangzi and Yan Wuqiu, although they were drunk, they did not fall asleep directly.
The two old men were staring at each other, as if they didn't recognize each other.
"Huikong, I'll leave this to you. I'll go back and lie down for a while."
Ye Qingyun was also a little sleepy. After eating and drinking, he went into the house to take a nap.
Huikong doesn't drink alcohol, so he is naturally the most sober person at the moment.
"Amitabha."
Huikong recited the Buddha's name and looked at the staggering people with a smile on his face.
"The Holy Son has worked so hard, don't let you down."
The words have not yet fallen.
A faint cyan brilliance appeared on Mu Yangzi, Yan Wuqiu, Kunlunzi, Jian Tianming and Zhao Ding.
Waves of pure and ultimate power of heaven and earth spread out from their bodies.
This chapter has been completed!