In the evening, when it was time for dinner, the family came to the lobby. Even Lan Ningshuang and Xing Sheng were called over by Qin Feng.
"Your lady isn't coming?" Qin Feng glanced at the entrance of the lobby and did not see the white figure.
Lan Ningshuang shook her head. Her young lady had a cold temperament. Coupled with the incident in Wanjian Sect, Liu Jianli now likes to be alone most of the time.
"That's all, you can bring something to her later."
Lan Ningshuang wanted to answer, "Even if I bring it to the lady, she won't eat it," but when the words came to her lips, she nodded silently.
"Feng'er, what on earth are you going to give us to eat, making it so mysterious?" Er Niang was curious. There was still nothing on the dining table at this moment.
Qin An touched his belly. As a martial artist, he had an amazing appetite. Plus, Xing Sheng had returned and the two had practiced a lot. At this moment, his chest was pressed to his back with hunger.
"Don't be anxious." Qin Feng smiled and then clapped his hands. Upon hearing the predetermined signal, the servants outside the house took plates of ingredients to the dinner table.
There are many types of ingredients, including sliced pork, thinly sliced fish fillets, cabbage, and tofu.
But everyone was even more confused because these things were all raw!
"Feng'er, you've been tinkering in the kitchen for a long time, just to let us eat these? And what is this big plate of furry skin?" Qin Jian'an stared at the dining table.
"Dad, don't worry, everything is not here yet." Qin Feng pretended to be mysterious.
As soon as he finished speaking, a servant carefully carried a small stove for decoction and placed it in the middle of the dining table.
Just as Qin Jian'an was about to ask another question, a strong aroma entered the lobby and hit his nostrils. Within a moment, two servants were holding a large pot, one on the left and the other on the right, and placed it steadily on the stove.
Everyone was curious and looked into the pot. They saw the red soup boiling and the aroma was overflowing. There were also many red fruits as thick as a thumb floating on the soup surface. They didn't know what they were.
Lan Ningshuang naturally recognized that it was a vermilion fruit, and her nose seemed to be filled with that pungent smell!
Her appetite aroused by the aroma was reduced by half in an instant, and she even began to plot in her mind, waiting for some excuse to escape first.
"Feng'er, what is this pot of red soup?" Erniang asked, tilting her head.
"This is the soup base I made today. You put the ingredients in and rinse it. You can pick it up and eat it in a moment." Qin Feng looked confident, but no one in the room moved their chopsticks.
This was what Qin Feng had expected. He took the lead in picking up a piece of fish fillet, put it into the pot, stirred it a few times, and picked it up again.
It melts in your mouth and is so delicious!
Everyone looked at each other and still made no move.
"I almost forgot that I didn't take that thing." Qin Feng smacked his lips and shouted outside the house: "Qing'er, help me bring all those small dishes on the kitchen table."
"Okay, young master." Qing'er responded, and not long after, a plate of various small dishes was brought to the dinner table.
Everyone saw Qin Feng pouring a plate of pork into the pot. After a while, he picked up the pieces of meat, dipped them in the sauce in the small dish, and put them in his mouth, showing a satisfied expression.
After repeating this, Qin An finally couldn't bear it anymore and moved his chopsticks. When he hesitated to eat the first piece of pork, his eyes lit up and the movements in his hands accelerated instantly. In just a moment, the pork was ready in one pot.
He ate it all by himself.
"Brother, this stuff is so delicious." Qin An mumbled while chewing the pork in his mouth.
After hearing this, everyone else looked at each other, and finally started to move their chopsticks, and then couldn't help themselves. Only Lan Ningshuang stood on one side, looking at the vermilion fruit in the pot with fear.
Qin Feng saw her thoughts, handed over a bowl of boiled tofu and said with a smile: "Try it."
"Uncle, I'd better forget it." Lan Ningshuang's expression was stiff.
"Just try one piece. If you're not used to it, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll ask the people in the kitchen to get you a bowl of noodles later."
"Okay." Lan Ningshuang picked up a piece of tofu and looked at the red oil that showed adhesion. She looked confused. After letting out a breath, she finally made up her mind and put the tofu into her mouth.
The tip of the tongue is very hot, followed by the fresh, tender and spicy taste, filling the entire taste buds.
"Hmm~" Lan Ningshuang's eyes were shining.
"How?" Qin Feng smiled.
"It's delicious!" Lan Ningshuang left these words, and then joined the army of Fengjuan Canyun.
The food on the table was eaten one plate after another, but no one took the chopsticks of the fluffy thin slices of meat.
Qin Feng didn't take it seriously when he saw this. In the past, these things were thrown away directly by people. Naturally, they didn't understand how delicious this thing was.
Pick up a piece, put it into the pot, stir it up and down, dip it in minced garlic and sesame seeds, and eat it.
The crunching sound made everyone stop their chopsticks and look over.
"Brother, what are you eating? It looks good." Qin An swallowed.
"This thing is the stomach of a bull. I also call it hairy belly. Second brother, you eat more, it can replenish the blood in your body."
"A bull?!" Several people were shocked. It was a monster with strong skin and thick flesh. Its bones and flesh were expensive things. It was the favorite of warriors. But this cow's stomach is not the stuff of cows. It is really edible.
?
Qin An was dubious, picked up a piece and put it into the pot.
"Be careful to do it up and down, otherwise it will affect the crispiness." Qin Feng reminded.
Qin An was stunned when he heard the words, then followed the instructions, put it in his mouth, and started chewing. The crunching sound sounded again, and his expression instantly became very exciting.
"How?" asked the father and mother on the side, and Xing Sheng was also waiting for an answer.
"I have eaten so many things tonight, and I think this tripe is the most delicious!"
Hearing this, everyone moved their chopsticks one after another with wonderful expressions. Within a moment, the bottom of a large plate of tripe was bottomed out.
Qin Jian'an still had more to say: "Feng'er, do you still have this thing called Maodu?"
"Yes, there is some, but there is not much left. I will use the rest to revive Wangyueju and use it as the treasure of the store." Qin Feng vowed that this stuff is not only delicious, but also can enhance the warrior's vitality. It will definitely be great.
Sell.
When the other people heard this, they called it a pity.
"Uncle, what do you call the food on this table? Even in Fengtian City, I have never eaten such delicious food." Xing Sheng asked.
"I call it hot pot."
The dining table was cleared and everyone left, rubbing their bellies.
Lan Ningshuang came to the pavilion in Hutang with a small bowl and said to the man in white: "Miss, this is the hot pot invented by my uncle. It tastes very good."
Liu Jianli still looked at the bright moon in the lake without responding.
Lan Ningshuang sighed. This reaction was also what she expected. After a warrior reaches the seventh level of Qi Condensation, if he does not condense his blood energy into energy, he can theoretically go without eating for a long time.
And my young lady has not eaten anything since she returned to Fengtian City from Wanjian Sect.
Lan Ningshuang understood that this was a sign that the young lady was disheartened and wanted to give up the Shenwu Alliance.
"Miss, I will put this bowl next to you. If you are hungry, you can eat some." Lan Ningshuang put down the small bowl and left quietly.
Shortly after she left, Liu Jianli's Qiongyao jade nose moved slightly. She looked sideways at the small bowl of red soup, not knowing what she was thinking.
Jinyang City, in the city lord's mansion.
"What are you talking about, Qin Feng is not dead?" Ye Heng was furious.
"Reporting to you, sir, I have seen it with my own eyes, and it is absolutely true!"
"No wonder the trash named Wang was abandoned by the Tang family. If I had known this, I should have thrown him into the wilderness and left him to fend for himself!" Ye Heng slammed the table.
"Don't be angry, dad, I have another plan." Ye Luoting suddenly said from the side.
"Oh? What's your plan?"
"Qin Jian'an, the head of the Qin family, owns a restaurant called Wangyueju in Zhongcheng. It has suffered serious losses in the past few months and has already been unable to make ends meet.
As far as I know, in the past few days, they spent nine out of ten of their money to buy a new house, and they were already stretched thin.
If we continue to lower the price of food in our restaurants and prevent their Wangyueju from receiving business, we will definitely bring down the entire Qin family, and then we will slowly start to do so!"
Ye Heng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Okay, what a good plan, you are worthy of being my son! In this case, I will leave this matter to you!"