Su Xiaotian prepared two hot pots today, one with white soup and one with red soup. This is to adapt to the tastes of different people.
Qiao Guangyuan likes spicy food, so he goes directly to the red soup pot.
"Let me see what delicious food I have prepared today.
When he saw the dazzling array of ingredients on the table, he couldn't help but be shocked.
Before, I only thought that this meal might consume a family's meat for a month.
But now that I look closer, I realize that it is not just the amount of meat that a family can eat in one month. Families with poorer conditions may not be able to eat this much meat in two or three months.
They owe a lot for today's meal.
"Company commander, please try it. This soup base was prepared by my grandma, and I don't know everyone's taste. The soup base is not particularly spicy." Su Wurang greeted Qiao Guangyuan.
"Wu Rang, I remember that your hometown is in the northwest, why do you also like to eat hot pot?"
Qiao Guangyuan looked at the hot pot in front of him and asked with some confusion.
There is no other reason. Qiao Guangyuan is from the Sichuan and Chongqing area. Everyone in Sichuan and Chongqing is good at making delicacies with chili peppers, and they can eat spicy food and love spicy food.
The most famous thing in Sichuan and Chongqing is hot pot, which can be said to be famous all over the world. It is spicy and delicious, and it makes people salivate just thinking about it.
But in all these years of walking outside, Qiao Guangyuan has never tasted authentic Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot.
At this time, I watched countless red peppers floating on the spicy red soup. The red soup was boiling, swirling, and rolling, exuding fragrance.
The spicy and umami flavors are mixed together to stimulate the sense of smell.
This is the taste of hometown and very authentic.
Qiao Guangyuan smelled the familiar aroma and looked at the chili peppers looming like fish in the boiling red soup, and his mouth was almost watering.
Except for people from the Sichuan and Chongqing areas, no one can make such authentic Sichuan and Chongqing pot base.
"My family is from the northwest, but my grandma is good at cooking and knows a little bit about dishes from all over the world."
Su Wurang had never actually tasted authentic Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot. He only thought that this was a recipe developed by his grandma.
Anyway, in Su Wurang's heart, his grandma's cooking skills were outstanding.
"It's really authentic. When I was a kid, my mother's hot pot had this kind of taste. One bite will leave a fragrance on your lips and teeth." A grown man suddenly changed his face at this moment.
Su Wurang looked at Qiao Guangyuan and his eyes suddenly filled with tears. For a moment, he couldn't understand what was going on.
"Wu Rang, does your family have this kind of base material?"
Qiao Guangyuan suddenly spoke.
How did Su Wurang know that he had very little time at home for such a long time and had no idea what was at home now.
Helpless, Su Wurang could only look at Su Xiaotian.
Su Xiaotian also heard Qiao Guangyuan's words. She smiled and asked: "Captain Qiao, are you from Sichuan and Chongqing?"
"Yes, my hometown is in the Sichuan and Chongqing area. This hot pot has the taste of my hometown. I would like to know where you buy this kind of base."
Although Su Wurang introduced that this was the red soup cooked by his grandmother, Qiao Guangyuan subconsciously felt that the base material should have come from Sichuan and Chongqing.
"This is the base made by my grandma. If Captain Qiao likes it, I will fill two bottles for you later."
In fact, Su Xiaotian also considered producing hot pot base. When she was reading, she saw several different recipes for hot pot base.
However, current technology is immature and it is difficult to produce hot pot base.
Otherwise, this is indeed a profitable business.
In the next few decades, hot pot will become an enduring and popular delicacy throughout China.
When Qiao Guangyuan heard what Su Xiaotian said, he was happy but slightly disappointed.
If this was cooked by Grandma Su, even if it has the taste of hometown, it does not belong to hometown. However, he has been away from home for a long time, and he is very attached to this taste.
"Thank you so much. How much does it cost to make the base at your home? I'll pay." Qiao Guangyuan said as he took the money from his jacket pocket.
Su Xiaotian quickly stopped and said: "This is for my own use. If you, Captain Qiao, pay for it, I really can't give you this base material."
Seeing that Qiao Guangyuan was still hesitant, Su Xiaotian added: "Captain Qiao, cooking the base is just a waste of seasoning, and it's not worth anything."
Qiao Guangyuan lowered his head and glanced at the bubbling red soup in the pot. The familiar smell spread, and the small courtyard was filled with the aroma of hot pot.
There are more than ten bowls on the table, already filled with green onions, balsamic vinegar, and soy sauce.
Su Xiaotian picked up the spoon, scooped out the boiling red soup, and poured it into the bowl. The aroma made Qiao Guangyuan's eyes widen.
"Okay, I, Qiao Guangyuan, accept this love!"
Su Xiaotian smiled and picked up the ingredients on the table with serving chopsticks and put them one by one into the boiling red hot pot soup.
"It's not good to eat like this. It's best to eat it in a rinse." Since Qiao Guangyuan decided to show his appreciation, he simply let go.
In any case, let’s eat first and then talk. If you don’t eat, Su Wurang might have other ideas in mind.
"Brothers, Wu Rang has prepared so much today, so don't be polite and let's get started!"
Qiao Guangyuan said, taking the lead in picking up the chopsticks and starting to use them.
The Su family's hot pot chopsticks are also specially made. They are two inches longer than ordinary chopsticks, so they are more convenient when eating hot pot.
Qiao Guangyuan picked up a piece of fresh and tender tripe and said: "There are certain things to pay attention to when eating hot pot. The tripe should be in and out of the pot more than fifteen times, and it should be eaten within twelve or three seconds at most. It tastes the best."
As he said that, he really started rinsing it in the boiling pot, and his hairy belly began to curl in the hot pot.
"Look, this is good. It tastes best when eaten while it's hot. Although many people say that eating it too hot will damage your mouth, but with delicious food, who can care about this!"
After Qiao Guangyuan finished speaking, the slices of hairy tripe held on the chopsticks had rolled around in the bowl and then been fed into his mouth.
I saw Qiao Guangyuan half-squinting his eyes, feeling very comfortable.
The hot and spicy taste made Qiao Guangyuan's whole body come alive.
The spicy and fragrant taste makes people want to eat more and love to eat more, especially for people like Qiao Guangyuan who are far away from home when they taste the taste of hometown.
The fragrance coupled with the strong nostalgia made him unable to stop.
The others watched Qiao Guangyuan take several bites in a row, and then they realized that they had to take action quickly, otherwise, the company commander would finish him off.
"Company commander, please slow down. You've finished eating. What should we eat?" someone yelled and rushed forward to start.
The atmosphere just became warm.
The girls were a little restrained at first, but after taking a bite of the hot hot pot, the wonderful taste flowed in their mouths. The more they ate, the more they ate. Even though they were sweating from the food, they still couldn't stop.
The spicy feeling and fragrant taste make people want to eat more and more, and the more they eat, the more they love to eat.
Instead, the delicacies carefully prepared by Grandma Qiao were left aside at the moment.
More than thirty people gathered around two tables and ate standing up. The formation was so spectacular!