This large round table is the kind that comes with its own rotation. Four pots are placed in four positions, and hot dishes are placed in the middle. Su Chaoliu saw that there were vegetables, and she asked Zhuge Ningning in a low voice how he got the vegetables. Zhuge Ningning looked at her: "Mom planted it on an asteroid." Su Chaoliu understood: Qiao Zhiyan got it from there. She took a look and saw that bean sprouts, lettuce, lettuce, and Chinese cabbage were all leafy vegetables. She hadn't seen Qiao Zhiyan for many days and had forgotten about him. Only now did she think of expressing her concern as an afterthought: "I wonder how brother Zhiyan is doing lately?" "It's pretty good," Zhuge Mengmeng walked in and heard a smooth reply, "I heard my mother say yesterday that the physical parameters of the employees on the asteroid have improved a lot." It sounds really good. Let's ask about the court date later. She should know better. Seeing that his work was completed, Su Chaoliu said: "Okay, it's time for me to go back. I wish you all a happy meal." "What's the rush?" Yan Tieyi grabbed her by the collar and dragged her back, "Don't leave until you've seen my parents."
Okay, greeting the elders is also basic etiquette, so Su Chaoliu did not refuse. Yan Tieyi called in Mrs. Zhuge, Mrs. Yan, and Marshal Yan who were chatting outside. When Mrs. Zhuge saw Su Chaoliu, she smiled and waved to her: "Thank you for your hard work today Chaoliu." "It's nothing," Su Chaoliu chuckled and shook his head, "And it's also a deal with the major general." Marshal Yan and Mrs. Yan didn't know Su Chaoliu very well. They only regarded her as an ordinary friend, Zhuge Ningning's friend and Yan Hanguang's teammate in this competition, so they still treated her as an ordinary junior. They were indeed kind, but they were just kind. That’s all. Su Chaoliu didn't take it seriously and answered the question obediently. Yan Tieyi looked at the gap and interjected: "Take your seats first." Su Chaoliu took the opportunity to say goodbye: "Then I will go back too." But she was grabbed by Yan Tieyi's collar: "Why are you running? Stay and eat together." There were big questions in Su Chaoliu's little head: What does your family dinner have to do with her? Is it really okay to make clear arrangements for her without asking her? It doesn't matter whether she thinks it's good or not, Yan Tieyi thinks it's pretty good. Zhuge Ningning and Zhuge Mengmeng also thought it was good. They rushed up and hugged her arm: "Stay here. You have worked so hard. Why don't you eat together?" While talking, he shook her arm. She couldn't stand the persistence of these two people, and Yan Hanguang on the side was also helping. No one among the elders objected, so she could only nod. Yan Tieyi curled his lips and asked everyone to take their seats. Then as soon as he pulled out the chair, Su Chaoliu was pulled by Zhuge Ningning and Zhuge Mengmeng to sit together. Su Chaoliu also thought it would be better to sit with the two of them, so he sat down. Yan Hanguang, who witnessed everything, covered his smile with a cough. Mrs. Yan didn't notice anything and naturally sat on the chair Yan Tieyi pulled out. Then she looked at the table and said casually: "There is also chicken soup."
Mrs. Zhuge answered: "Well, it should be specially made for Mengmeng. After all, she can't eat the others." Those who knew the truth remained silent. Su Chaoliu threw a lot of blood-enhancing herbs into the chicken soup... She really didn't think too much when making the chicken soup. Who knew Yan Tieyi had called so many people? Even if Yan Tieyi drank the chicken soup that was full of medicinal flavor, it would be too unfair for Zhuge Mengmeng to drink it too. Su Chao Liu Gan smiled and said, "Actually, you can also eat tomato pot with lemon, without adding chili pepper, and it tastes sour and sweet, very appetizing." Zhuge Mengmeng touched her belly: "I had a bowl of porridge before, but I couldn't eat too much." After Zhuge Mengmeng drank porridge, her health improved a lot, her weight also increased slightly, and she also gained a lot of vitality, so she continued to drink a bowl of porridge every day. Su Chaoliu thought for a while: "Then I'll make you a porridge-based hot pot next time. Make a separate portion." Mrs. Zhuge is very interested in the porridge-based hot pot that Su Chaoliu said. She has been trying to make various dishes recently: "Then remember to give me the recipe. Once I learn it, I can cook it for her often." Su Chaoliu responded: "No problem." While they were talking, Yan Tieyi had already made two bowls of chicken soup for his parents. Su Chao Liu glanced at it. Although this chicken soup was specially made for Yan Tieyi, it would be okay for others to drink it. Mrs. Yan took a sip and frowned slightly: "Why does it taste different from last time?" Yan Tieyi opened his mouth to explain, but Su Chaoliu spoke before him: "Because the ingredients are different, I put a lot of ingredients in the chicken soup this time that we don't usually use." Generally they do not put so many medicinal materials in chicken soup. Although this statement is a bit ambiguous, it is not wrong. She didn't let Yan Tieyi speak, because she was the one who made the chicken soup, and it would be better for her to explain. Mrs. Yan frowned: "What did you put in?" This is not a problem for Su Chaoliu. She has memorized the medicinal properties of some common ingredients: "Red dates, nourish the blood and nourish the skin; wolfberry, clear the heart and improve eyesight; Angelica sinensis, nourish the blood and activate blood circulation; American ginseng, clear away heat and promote fluid production, they are all very good ingredients for the human body." Marshal Yan was well-informed: "Aren't these all medicinal materials?" Su Chaoliu nodded: "They are medicinal materials and food ingredients. They are all edible, but they just changed the way they are processed." Marshal Yan said: "This statement is quite new." "In fact, the ingredients themselves have different effects on the human body, and Mrs. Zhuge should know it best." Mrs. Zhuge raised her eyes, glanced at Zhuge Mengmeng, and then thought of the retired soldiers on the asteroid. Mengmeng's body could be said to have changed due to her insistence on taking medicine, but those retired soldiers did not take the medicine. , but the body is slowly getting better. So she nodded: "There are some results. I will observe it for a while and then submit a report to you." Marshal Yan looked down at the chicken soup in his bowl and pushed it to Yan Tieyi: "I don't like the taste of this soup. You can drink it." Yan Tieyi twitched the corner of his mouth and took it anyway. Two bowls of chicken soup were enough to suffocate him to death, and there was nothing else in his stomach besides chicken soup. Su Chaoliu didn't care about him. He couldn't eat other hot pots anyway, so he could only drink chicken soup. The soup in the hot pot started to boil. Su Chaoliu stood up, pressed the pause button of the table's rotation, put the meat in a colander, put it into the hot pot, and then let the hot pot continue to rotate. Except for the chicken soup pot, she put all the meat in and counted the time in her mind. When the time was almost up, she reminded the people at the table that they could eat.
I don’t know where Yan Tieyi found the meat. They were all cut into small pieces. The knife skills were excellent. Each piece of meat was cut into even thicknesses and the right size, making it very suitable for hot pot. When she said it was ready to eat, everyone on the table moved their chopsticks. The two sisters Zhuge Ningning and Zhuge Mengmeng were completely obedient to her orders when they were eating this piece. As soon as she said that they could pick up their chopsticks, but they were reaching for different pots. The spicy pot that Zhuge Ningning held, Zhuge Mengmeng Lemony tomato pot. After Zhuge Ningning ate with them the day before yesterday, she expressed her most sincere love for hot pot. Specifically, she pestered Su Chaoqi to ask her when she would make hot pot next time. Yan Hanguang was not so impatient. He had already eaten it the day before yesterday and knew what it tasted like, but he also moved very quickly. He picked up the fish fillets in the sour soup pot. He had not tasted the taste of fish hot pot the day before yesterday. After everyone had eaten with their chopsticks, Yan Tieyi put down his chicken soup and stated his purpose: "For Han Guang's prize, I don't plan to ask a chef to cook it anymore. I want someone to decompose the cow." From now on, I will cook it myself and eat it in the form of hot pot." The juniors had all guessed it, so they were not surprised, but Mrs. Yan showed a surprised look: "Aren't you going to invite a chef?" Although the hot pot is indeed delicious, it is beyond her imagination to not ask a chef to cook at all. After all, in her childhood, cooking requires a chef, which is like water flowing downwards. a theorem. And now her son has broken the theorem of her cognition. "Well," Yan Tieyi said coldly, "since there is a better way, there is no need to hire a chef." His displeasure with the cook was palpable. "But this hot pot also needs to make a pot of soup first," Mrs. Yan said, "We don't know how to cook it." Su Chaoliu immediately answered: "Madam, don't worry about this. I have given the production method to the major general. The major general can hand it over to someone he trusts and let him make it." "Then... what if it doesn't work well?" Su Chaoliu didn't think this was a problem: "Just practice." "But the ingredients are precious, how can they be wasted so easily?" "Madam, except for the pot of chicken soup, I didn't use any ingredients related to exotic animals to make the bottom of the pot," Su Chaoliu explained to her, "So the cost is not high, and even if it fails, it won't cost a lot of money." Logically speaking, butter is the most fragrant for spicy pot, but to be cautious, she still uses soybean oil. The aroma is definitely not as fragrant as butter, but at least no one can fault her. After hearing this, Marshal Yan finally responded. He looked at Yan Tieyi: "What are you going to do?" Knowing his son, Mo Ruofu, he had already guessed Yan Tieyi's purpose. Sure enough, Yan Tieyi said: "With hot pot, the supernatural warrior's dependence on chefs will be greatly weakened. Father, we have been stuck by the Chefs Association for too long." Mrs. Yan didn't speak. If it was just about whether Yan Hanguang's prize should use a chef, she could still say a few words, but when the military was involved, it was difficult for her to express her opinion. Marshal Yan asked in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid of conflict with the Chefs Association?" Naturally, Yan Tieyi is not afraid. He is the proud man of heaven and is born with arrogance: "What they rely on is just their cooking skills and their ability to transform strange beasts into edible forms. But as long as we know how to do it ourselves, they will The little things we rely on are of no use to us.” Doesn't the Chefs Association want to create a monopoly? He will break their monopoly now and tear their reliance to pieces and throw it under his feet.