Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Only Master Wang could get Miss Qiao a spicy dipping sauce in the private kitchen of an authentic Mongolian hot pot, and so confidently!
While replying to Nie Miâs message, Qiao Nian looked up and glanced at the dipping dish in front of her, which did not have any millet pepper in the red oil, and said lazily, âNo, it doesnât need to be changed.â
Understanding her meaning that it wasnât spicy enough, Ye Wangchuanâs eyes twinkled.
âLetâs just eat first.â
He moved with an outstanding demeanor, elegantly rolling up his sleeves, and revealing his strong wrist. His wrist bone line was smooth and full of tension, and his silver bracelet was worn with Buddha beads, looking very eye-catching.
âIf you canât eat the sesame sauce, Iâll have someone change a plate for you.â
âMm.â
Qiao Nian had actually eaten sesame sauce before. Yuan Yongqin was from Beijing, and she used to take her to eat northern hot pot in Rao City. She had tried sesame sauce once and found the taste acceptable. It wasnât spicy, but it had peanuts and the scent of sesame. She could eat it, but not too much, or she would feel surfeited.
After a while, the thinly sliced ??mutton was brought up.
The private dishes in the courtyard house arranged the mutton beautifully, making it look very appetizing, and the smell of the hot pot soup pervaded the room.
Qiao Nian was a little hungry.
She never treated herself badly when it came to eating. Just after replying to Nie Miâs news, she picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.
This Mongolian hot pot was indeed authentic and traditional.
When she ate with Yuan Yongqin in Rao City before, the mutton smell had not been cleaned up, and the soup was tainted with that smell.
For those unfamiliar with it, the taste could be unappetizing.
But this restaurantâs hot pot tasted much better. The mutton soup had a creamy white base and a rich fragrance. The key was that there was no mutton smell and the mutton was kept as fresh and delicious as possible.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She dipped the cooked mutton in sesame sauce, wrapped it in chopped green onion and coriander, and enjoyed the deliciously tender meat.
She couldnât help eating several servings, before finally putting down her chopsticks when she couldnât eat anymore. Leaning back on the chair, she half-squinted her eyes lazily, completely satisfied.
Ye Wangchuan didnât eat much and only accompanied her. Seeing that she was full, he put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth. He raised his eyes and asked casually, âWhere are you going in the afternoon? Do you want to go shopping in Beijing?â
âNo, I donât want to walk.â
Qiao Nian had just eaten her fill and was a little sleepy. Her eyelids began to fight to stay open, and she sprawled on the chair.
Gu San realized for the first time that his appetite was extremely good. He was still eating when everyone was already full. Too embarrassed to continue eating, he put down his chopsticks and wondered aloud upon hearing that Miss Qiao didnât want to go shopping, âMiss Qiao, youâre already here. If you donât go for a stroll, wouldnât you have come here in vain?â
Qiao Nian supported her chin with one hand, closed her eyes halfway, and shook her head with a wild expression. âHere again, the two domestic classic theories of âalready here, donât ruin such a festivalâ.â
âHuh?â Gu Sanâs face was blank. He didnât get it.
Qiao Nianâs pink lips touched, and she said precisely, âI saw on the Internet that everything in China can be solved with two sentences. The first sentence is âalready here,â and the second sentence is âdonât ruin such a festivalâ.. Didnât you just say the first sentence? I suddenly remembered this slogan.â
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