Chapter 56 Old Oil Hotpot and Love

The authentic Huaijiang old hot pot originally had no double pot.

However, with the development of tourism, most old stores have made concessions.

"Come on, Sanxian White Soup and spicy mandarin ducks."

Maybe it was lunchtime, and the shop seemed to be the only boss.

The middle-aged man walked steadily to Xia Zhaoyao and Qin Shuo's tables and put them down.

Unlike the skewer pot that Xia Zhaoyao had eaten before, the shuangtan pot has a unique shape.

In the center of the thick iron pot, a soothing "S" shape divides the left and right, and the red and white pot bottoms each account for half, which looks very beautiful.

Click.

The fire at the bottom of the pot is lit.

"I have given you fresh duck blood to the red soup. Let's try it later?"

The boss pointed to the side of the Hongguo and explained to the two of them with a smile.

"The fresh duck blood in the hot pot must be tasted better under the cold pot-"

Since it's a trial, he must have greeted more, otherwise he will still be his own signature when the time comes.

…………

Generally speaking, hot pot restaurants do not have the method of "half portion" of the order.

But it’s different for the boss to talk to. At least the two of them have privileges in this fight.

Qin Shuo didn't look at the menu, so he directly put the full dots of each half portion - except for a few that cannot be divided evenly.

The boss was also a cheerful person. After a brief question, he went straight back to the kitchen to prepare various dishes.

Now the empty hot pot restaurant is the only one left in Qin Shuo and Xia Zhaoyao's eyes wide open.

The stove was scorching on the bottom of the pot, and the hot air waves slowly spread out.

Compared to white soup, the red soup obviously boils faster.

Guru Guru's butter red soup was rolling lazily, and a very strong and special fragrance gushes out.

“…”

“…”

Xia Zhaoyao and Qin Shuo looked at each other a few times, and there was a big embarrassment in the air.

What's this now? Well, I'll rule out dating first-

Xia Zhaoyao couldn't withstand the pressure, first of all, shrank his eyes and began to fiddle with his cell phone.

Work, work—

It seemed as if he had eavesdropped on Xia Zhaoyao's heart.

Next second.

Qin Shuo suddenly asked.

"Well, you're still in the hiring time now?"

"Of course - I remember the time!"

Xia Zhaoyao looked up as if he had a needle, stared at Qin Shuo, and replied fiercely.

If it weren't for the sake of money, who would have had a meal alone with such a perverted, shameless, lustful guy?

"You don't want to betray the debt, do you? Let me tell you, the love consultation time will last until we separate."

"That's good, that's good-"

Qin Shuo nodded, put down the menu in his hand, and moved towards Xia Zhaoyao.

"Then if, I mean, I made an appointment with Han Mengxi to have dinner in the hot pot restaurant-"

"Look, there is no topic to talk about in such an awkward situation like this. What should I do?"

Qin Shuo glanced at Xia Zhaoyao's expression and added another sentence with great sincerity.

"Anyway, you can also play the role of it for the time being-"

“…”

Xia Zhaoyao couldn't help but jump and almost poured the tea over.

Forget it, don't be angry, there is no need to wrinkle this bastard.

"What are you talking about? Don't you talk about food?"

Xia Zhaoyao ordered the hot pot with her chin and replied angrily.

This is not something she made up by. It is introduced in the "No Embarrassment" Rule written by Zhao Huanxi.

"What can I eat? Uh-How can I talk about hot pot? Han Mengxi is from Fuzhou."

"What's wrong with Fuzhou?"

"Huaijiang, Fuzhou has hot pot."

"So, we have it in Yancheng too-"

Xia Zhaoyao looked at Qin Shuo helplessly. This time she was really a little embarrassed.

No wonder this guy came to Huantang Wanshi House to seek campus love consultation.

With this IQ, it is not impossible for a lonely person to spend his whole life.

Xia Zhaoyao put down her cell phone, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and asked in an old-fashioned manner imitating Zhao Huanxi's expression.

"Hotpot, hotpot, there is a pot on the fire, but do you know how to distinguish the location of hotpot?"

"Uh, the bottom of the pot?"

Qin Shuo hesitated for half a second and said tentatively.

"Yes, the ingredients in hot pot are not enough to distinguish the location of hot pot. But the bottom of the pot must be OK."

Xia Zhaoyao snapped his fingers with a sensible look—well, the one that didn't sound— patiently guided Qin Shuo.

"The base of sauerkraut is the sauerkraut hotpot in the Northeast; the base of tomato sour soup is the sour soup hotpot in Guicheng; if it is water plus onion and ginger, it is probably our mutton hotpot in Yancheng; and if it is a pot of red oil soup with chili floating on it, it must be..."

"Huaijiang or Fuzhou's southern hotpot?" Qin Shuo nodded and looked at Xia Zhaoyao in confusion, "And what--"

"Then the problem is - can't you tell the difference between Fuzhou Hot Pot and Huaijiang Hot Pot?"

Xia Zhaoyao put down the teacup and concluded in a manner as a detective.

"There must be, otherwise the two should have the same name."

"Well--"

Qin Shuo was stunned. He was really asked about it.

As a native Huaijiang native, he really doesn't know the difference between hot pots in the two places.

after all……

As a Huaijiang native, who would go to Fuzhou to eat hot pot without any trouble?

"Maybe...we will put a lot of peppercorns on the hot pot here?"

Qin Shuo looked at the peppers and peppers floating on the red soup, hesitated for a few seconds, and replied with uncertainty.

Fuzhou is spicy and Huaijiang is spicy. He roughly remembers this point.

As for other differences—

At this moment, dissatisfied shouts came from the two of them:

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys?! You're losing your chain at such a critical moment?!"

He is the owner of a hot pot restaurant.

He was carrying a large iron tray with a small plate of half a portion of dishes on it.

"You are not from Huaijiang, are you? You are so embarrassed. Your little girlfriend knows more than you!"

("Not a girlfriend..." Xia Zhaoyao subconsciously clarified, but his voice was immediately blocked by the boss.)

"How can the difference between Fuzhou and Huaijiang hotpot be the peppercorn?"

Xia Zhaoyao and Qin Shuo looked at each other, but they didn't understand what the boss was talking about for a while.

"The bottom of the pot is of course the bottom of the pot - the soul of the hot pot is the bottom of the pot!"

The boss looks very angry.

So the two of them quietly put down the dishes and sat down obediently.

"Although it's all spicy, the bottom of Fuzhou hot pot is not the same as our Huaijiang..."

"The soul of Fuzhou hot pot is Danxian Douban, and the soul of Huaijiang hot pot is butter."

It seems that he is really angry.

The boss knocked on the edge of the pot and then quickly retracted his hand - the edge of the iron pot was still very hot.

"The authentic Huaijiang old hot pot is definitely fried with pure butter, with the butter bottom, which is the symbol of our Huaijiang hot pot."

"Of course, the butter bottom is not thrown in directly, it must be fried first."

The boss patted his chest proudly and looked at the two of them proudly and said.

"Butter, bean paste, dried chili, white wine, fermented glutinous rice, ginger, onion and garlic... and the proportion of each spice, the order, time, color and color of the pot are all commercial secrets. For example, the recipe in our store was passed down from my great-grandfather's generation, and it was passed down to me for the fourth generation. When you leave this door, Quanhuaijiang can't find the second taste the same as ours."

"Uh, but I think... there are not many DIY recipes on the Internet-" Xia Zhaoyao raised her hand carefully and asked curiously.
To be continued...