After Chen Mo left, Hu Ke asked, "Just fool me." Then he came to a hot pot restaurant. The name of the restaurant was the word "Guo Ba" symbolized by flames, which made him feel a bit like Zhou Xingxing, the god of cooking.
Along the way, Hu Ke obediently allowed Ye Qian to hold her hand without any intention of breaking free. And when Ye Qian used his fingers to hook her palm from time to time, Hu Ke would always feel a very strong feeling in his heart.
A special feeling.
When we arrived at the door of the hotpot restaurant, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening. The sky had already darkened. The two rows of colorful neon lights flashing on the street were really beautiful. Ye Qian took Hu Ke and sat down. He asked Hu Ke if he knew.
She was not sensitive to seafood, so she ordered a seafood hot pot and some white wine with a low alcohol content.
"Would you like some snacks?" Seeing that the hot pot hadn't been served yet, Ye Qian approached Hu Ke and asked.
"What kind of snack? Is it delicious?" Hu Ke asked. In terms of food, Hu Ke did not study much, and he didn't eat much. What he ate in Kyoto was Kyoto cuisine, and in Sh City, he basically ate
Although I also eat Shanghainese, Sichuan and Hunan cuisine, I rarely eat them. When I ate the Caribbean set meal made by Ye Qian himself, I almost swallowed it all in one breath.
"A lot, fish balls, bean curds, stinky tofu, coffin rice, there are too many." Ye Qian said.
"Coffin rice?" Hu Ke said in surprise, "Why do you choose such a name? It's so unpleasant."
"Silly girl, coffin, coffin, promotion and fortune, this is a good sign." Ye Qian said, "Wait for me, I will go out to buy." After saying that, Ye Qian stood up and ran away.
go out.
Not long after, Ye Qian came back with a hand full of snacks. The hot pot was also served. Ye Qian asked the waiter to bring an empty plate, and then put the snacks he bought on it. "Here, try it!"
Qian handed Hu Ke a bunch of stinky tofu and said.
Hu Ke took it, smelled it, hurriedly pinched his nose, frowned, and said, "It stinks."
"It smells bad but tastes delicious. Just try it and you'll know." Ye Qian said.
Hu Ke was doubtful and took a bite. He felt that the taste was indeed very good. He couldn't help but take a few more bites. "How is it? Does it taste good?" Ye Qian asked.
"Well, I really didn't expect that it smells so bad but tastes so delicious," Hu Ke said.
"That's what stinky tofu is. The stinker it is, the more delicious it is." Ye Qian said, "This is the secret of Chinese food. Sometimes you can't judge whether it is delicious or not by its appearance."
"Hey, it stinks so bad, get out of here and eat it." While the two of them were enjoying their food, a kid next to them covered his nose and waited for Ye Qian to curse.