Small pieces of charcoal were placed under the hot pot, and the pillar in the middle was indeed a smoke exhausting effect like a chimney. When burning, you could hear the black charcoal burning squeaking in the bottom of the pot. Looking through the hole, the burning black charcoal blocks flashed with scarlet lights.

Around the chimney column is a metal pot bottom. Put an appropriate amount of soup, cover the lid first and let the soup boil. Then add the hot pot ingredients that people love. After the soup is hot again, people uncover the lid, pick up meat and vegetables, and wait for the food to be cooked in the soup. This is called shabu.

It can be said that except for the different pots, people's enthusiasm for hot pot is the same in any era. It is very popular and the hot summer will not be spared.

It is said that this kind of charcoal hot pot has been passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years, and is also called a charcoal hot pot.

This thing really opened the eyes of a child who has never seen before.

The Meng family’s children had never eaten hot pot before. The hometown is not a place where people are used to eating hot pot. For example, Uncle Zhu would not have thought of this thing because he had not been working in a state-owned restaurant because he came.

Several children picked up chopsticks excitedly, and the children who couldn't reach stood up and put on their toes. They had to simmer this thing by themselves and only had fun in self-sufficient. The atmosphere of simmering hot pot was immediately hot.

The youngest child Leilei was unwilling to fall behind and shouted anxiously with his little mouth: "Dad, Dad!"

Leilei's little hand grabbed his father's elbow: I want to see clearly what the strange pot looks like.

Meng Chenhao then raised his son a little higher so that his little eyes could see the boiling ingredients in the pot, which made people salivate.

My son's little eyes immediately shrank into two small rounds in surprise. He stretched out his hand and pointed at his aunt and uncle who were scrambling hot pot like he wanted to fight. He also wanted to join the army of hot pot.

Hearing his son's request, Meng Chenhao picked up the chopsticks and put them in his son's little hand: "Have you decided to learn to take chopsticks?"

It’s very good to hold a spoon, and it’s even more difficult to hold a chopstick. Leilei’s little brow became sad. He grabbed the chopsticks by his own hand, but he couldn’t catch them any better.

"dad."

Meng Chenhao's aggrieved voice made his heart soft. After all, his son was young, so he insisted on taking chopsticks to make things difficult for his son.

Meng Chenhao held his son's hand and accompanied his son to simmer the small pieces of meat that his son liked to eat.

The hot pot heated the father and son's faces shone red like the rising sun.

Ning Yunxi smiled and looked at her, even a little confused. Her faces looked so similar, they were all her beloved people.

As a treat, Aunt Zhu saw that the Meng family was so happy, and she and Uncle Zhu had a unique sense of accomplishment. She said to Ning Yunxi: "We just wanted to let the children see more and understand the outside world more. Teacher Ning said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles."

Ning Yunxi remembered that it was time to take out the gifts she and her husband were preparing to give.

"This is-" Aunt Zhu was surprised.

Ning Yunxi said embarrassedly: "Because the notification was too late, I couldn't buy it after class. I called him to let him decide for himself. It was probably his comrades who accompanied him to buy it."

Meng Chenhao turned his head with some concern.

Aunt Zhu and Uncle Zhu said to him happily, "Thank you so much, Chen Hao, this gift is so good. We may not be willing to use it."
Chapter completed!