When dining in a small group, the most difficult thing to coordinate is taste preferences.
Allergies to specific foods are naturally the most severe.
However, what is more common are dislikes and taboos - everyone has foods they like or dislike.
"Are there any taboos? Except for the fungi, everything is fine..."
Lei Zhengrong shrugged and glanced at Tang Qingying, who suddenly turned into a stone statue and froze.
She happened to be holding a large handful of enoki mushrooms, mushrooms, and oyster mushrooms in bunches.
"Uh, it's okay...Senior, you're just hot--" Lei Zhengrong said quickly, "I just don't want to eat it, there's nothing wrong with the cooking pot."
"Oh - you're not allergic to mushrooms, right? That's good."
Tang Qingying breathed a sigh of relief and then put the handful of mushroom skewers in her hand into the rolling pot.
At the same time, Qin Shuo looked around with inquiring eyes.
"I'm from Fuzhou. Huaijiang wasn't even separated from Fuzhou a few decades ago."
Zuo Yi skillfully ironed the belly without any rawness at all, "By the way, boss lady, do you have white rice?"
Fuzhou hotpot and Huaijiang hotpot have the same origin. Chuanchuanxiang is even passed down from Zuoyi’s hometown.
"I don't eat bugs, and some weird things...well, normal food will do."
Zhu Houbai was also busy putting vegetables into his bowl and answered vaguely casually.
"Hey, you're not afraid of spicy food?!"
Xia Zhaoyao raised his head in confusion and looked at Zhu Houbai in surprise.
"Didn't you take the exam from Xishan? The taste there should be more sour and salty, right?"
As she spoke, she pointed to the dark vinegar bottle on the table. The words "Xishan Old Mature Vinegar" were still faintly visible on the bottle.
"Most places don't like spicy food, except for our place..."
Zhu Houbai smiled and picked up the cooked spicy beef, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it happily.
"Go to our place when you have time in the future. The Pinglu Youpo Noodles we have there - the taste is just... hiss -"
He couldn't help but raise his head, shook his head and thought about it for a few seconds, then shook his head in disgust and continued.
"There's nothing to say about the spiciness. The main thing is the noodles." Zhu Houbai curled his lips in disgust, "You ask me, can the noodles here in Huaijiang be considered noodles?"
"Well, I agree with this. Huaijiang's machine noodles are not very good -"
Xia Zhaoyao nodded, "When it comes to pasta, it has to be the most authentic in Yancheng."
"ah?"
Zhu Houbai was still nodding his head when he heard that he was suddenly startled.
"Uh ah... we only have Chuan Chuan today."
Seeing that the topic was about to change, Qin Shuo hesitated, grabbed a few skewers of beef from the left and right and placed them in their bowls.
"Eat meat, eat meat - this little yellow beef won't taste good if it's overcooked."
"Uh, thank you, old man, you can eat it yourself."
"I don't need your pretentious help."
Well, no surprise - two completely different answers.
Since leaving early in the afternoon, Xia Zhaoyao didn't seem to give him a good look.
"Oh——"
At this moment, there was a sudden roar from the side.
Zhao Huanxi pointed his finger like a pistol and spoke slowly and vaguely.
"Caught on the spot! You two are really having an affair, right?"
"ha?"
Qin Shuo and Xia Zhaoyao turned around at the same time.
Why did this sister suddenly start gossiping again? Didn't I just agree before——
However, the two of them realized that Zhao Huanxi's cheeks were unusually red at this time.
Compared to the dinner party a month ago, it was many times more embarrassing.
And the main reason...
"Senior, please don't divert your attention. Don't swing the cup from side to side."
"As we agreed before, guessing must abide by the rules."
Luo Junyao's voice floated out in the gap, and it was particularly recognizable.
Although her voice was small and soft, there was an indescribable seriousness to it.
"Luoluo... I owe you a drink first. I'll make up for it later——"
"Okay, I'll write it down first."
As Zhao Huanxi admitted defeat, Luo Junyao stopped pouring wine.
At some point, three empty wine bottles were lying at their feet, but this time there was no Tangtang to help block the knife.
"But senior sister, you must finish the cup in your hand. You are not allowed to raise fish..."
"Oh. Oh - of course."
Zhao Huanxi complained secretly, picked up the wine glass, and looked to the side with a sad face.
"Forget it, forget it, I get it...I'll help you drink this cup."
Tang Qingying couldn't stand the sad eyes next to her, so she put down her chopsticks helplessly.
It’s true, people are addicted to food and love to pretend.
"Bring it here you-"
This chapter is a bit short, just read it as a side story...