He Ju: "Okay, come on, dried spicy food, pepper and star anise are all there, butter is also there, I have washed the onion, coriander, and the sauce. You can stir-fry it directly, add water to boil it.

By the way, I want to call you, Uncle San, to make the stove."

If you don’t have a stove, you won’t eat hot pot.

Zhao Yuanle nodded, walked over and sat on the bench, picked up the tongs and grabbed the firewood, but accidentally put it on the little black back sleeping in the pile of firewood.

Xiao Hei screamed in pain, looked at Zhao Yuanle with a whimper, and moved his position with his calf.

Zhao Yuanle: "Let me tie a rope for you next time."

The youngest man crossed the threshold and walked in.

He sat obediently on the small stool, leaning against Zhao Yuanle to watch her make hot pot base.

Seeing my youngest son, Zhao Yuanle remembered something.

You can't eat too spicy food.

So her spicy hot pot has to be reduced in spiciness, so she can only make it slightly spicy.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuanle felt a little uncomfortable.

Slightly spicy... Can it still be called hot pot if it is slightly spicy?

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle's expression became complicated, the youngest man stared at her curiously.

Zhao Yuanle was struggling when he suddenly saw a small iron pot next to him.

This iron pot is specially used for young men.

Because I had no mother after giving birth, and there were no women nearby who had given birth to children. The youngest son who had no milk could only drink goat milk.

However, these milk cannot be drunk raw and must be cooked, so there is such a special small iron pot.

This small iron pot was used for a young man over one year old and then retired gloriously. Sometimes He Ju would use it to fill soup, oil, etc.

Now, this small iron pot doesn't hold anything.

Zhao Yuanle thought that this could be used to cook something for Xiaoer alone.

The youngest man leaning next to Zhao Yuanle was still looking forward to what he wanted to eat tonight, but he didn't even realize his treatment later.

Zhao Yuanle started to make hot pot base, first put butter in, then started adding his own sauce, and then cut into pieces of dried chili pepper, green pepper, and spices, garlic and ginger.

After the aroma comes out, add water, add salt and soy sauce to season. Finally, throw it in the knotted white onion with scallions, cover the pot and wait for the water to boil.

My boy looked very greedy, and his saliva was a little out of control.

Zhao Yuanle got up, took a small iron pot to wash it, added some lard and sauce, some salt and ginger and green onions, and teared two chicken mushrooms into it, and it became a clear soup pot for Yaoer.

My little one didn't notice this thing.

When the pot boiled, Zhao Sancheng had already cooked the stove there.

Zhao Yuanle held the pot and placed it on the stove, turned around and went into the kitchen again, and took the packed mutton princess.

She turned the mutton upside down as the boss said, then put it in a steamer to steam it, and at the same time, cooked Yaoer's clear soup pot.

When the family sat together, they placed the food on the table and took the bowl to make dipping sauce, Zhao Yuanle's voice came.

"Young man can't eat it."

Upon hearing this, my youngest son was stunned.

Zhao Yuanle came over with a smile, chose something suitable for her son's food, and poured it into a soup pot to cook.

She told everyone.

"Young man can't eat spicy food. I made another clear soup and cooked it for him. He can eat it directly."

The youngest man's face was full of disappointment. His little brow frowned, and his eyes looked at Zhao Yuanle with resentment.

Zhao Yuanle: "You can eat when you grow up."

When the youngest man heard this, he asked, "How old are you?"

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and said, "At least twelve years old."

Zhao Yuanlan, who was standing by, was glad when she heard this: "Hehe, I happen to be twelve years old."

My little one beat his fingers, but found that he could not count them.

He stretched out his hand and drew: "There are so many more, so big time."

It was as great as his sadness at this moment.

The things Zhao Yuanle and others cooked for Xiaoer and brought them out with the mutton princess.

My youngest looked at the cooked food in front of him, which was not hot at all and had no red at all. Then he looked at the spicy hotpot that the family next to him had and sweaty foreheads. His little heart felt particularly uncomfortable.

Here Zhao Yuanle made a bowl of dipping sauce for himself.

Cut the red peppers, add chopped scallion, cilantro, garlic paste, and finally sesame oil into it.

She thought the hot pot dipping sauce was good like this. If she didn't like spicy food, she wouldn't even add chopped chili.

In her opinion, those modern food-consuming and sauce are all redundant, and the ingredients that are pure and affect the original flavor of hot pot are added.

The whole family was having a happy meal. Zhao Ercheng, who was lying on the bed, was fed with the hot ingredients, and everyone was happy.

Except for the youngest son.

Zhao Yuanle loves to eat beef tripe the most.

This beef tripe is a large slice, and it is more. It can be pinched out after a few seconds. It can be rolled into the dipping sauce and it will taste crispy and tender. Eat it directly in a large mouthful, which is very satisfying.

He Ju added the washed chicken mushrooms.

She sighed: "This must be fragrant, I'll keep some soup tomorrow."

The young man next to him looked at the one in his bowl and felt that the chicken mushroom didn't taste much.

His eyes fell on the lamb princess.

He can always eat this, right?

As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, Zhao Yuanlan saw it.

She asked Zhao Yuanle: "Second sister, this is also spicy. Can the youngest son eat it?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "No."

Younger: "…"

He was already crying.

Seeing this, He Ju comforted her youngest man: "Come on, I'll cook some more meat for our youngest man."

This meat is a thin piece of waist.

It's hot in the soup pot.

My son was not prepared and ate in like this.

His expression changed.

This thin piece was soaked in a few times after burning it, but it still allowed him to taste the spicy taste.

His face turned red and he hurriedly asked for water to drink.

He Ju fed him water and sighed: "Young man really can't eat spicy food, just eat what my sister cooked in the clear soup for you."

My youngest son was so hot that he couldn't say anything to refute.

Although he was young, he always felt that this principle should not be like this.

"No, I will be so spicy that you don't give me spicy food."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, I won't give it to you in the future."

When the youngest son heard this, he felt wronged.

He obviously didn't mean that.

But no one paid attention to him anymore, and a few of them were addicted to hot pot.

At the end of the meal, everyone agreed that the coriander was very delicious when it was boiled.

The dishes tonight were almost eaten, and some of the vegetarian dishes were left. He Ju cooked them all and then took them out and put them on.

We all cleaned up the end of the meal together, took a rest, washed our faces and soaked our feet, and then went to bed again.

Zhao Yuanle got into the quilt and touched the silver dollar and other change to sleep.

She was looking forward to her dream tonight, which should be related to food, preferably milk tea, cakes, etc. After all, she hadn't eaten it for a while.

However, in her dream tonight, a certain pig god came uninvited.
Chapter completed!