"Let the meat stay inside for a while until it is cooked before eating."

Feng Yong gave another order.

Although many people cook mutton for the taste of fresh meat, Feng Yong would rather wait until it is cooked before eating it.

Otherwise, in future generations, we can have surgery to treat parasites or bacilli, but there is no cure in this era.

Maybe Hua Tuo could cure it, but Hua Tuo's apprentice obviously didn't have this medical skill.

Zhang Xingyi put it inside for a while obediently, and then asked carefully, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, dip the meat in the juice and have a taste."

Feng Yong watched Zhang Xingyi put the meat into his mouth and asked, "How is it? Does it taste good?"

Zhang Xingyi didn't answer. After swallowing, he picked up a piece of meat and put it into the hot pot. "I'll try another piece later."

After watching her cook several pieces of meat in a row, her eyes turned into crescent moons, they realized that they had been tricked by her.

Just as Guan Ji was moving the chopsticks, Feng Yong had already put a piece of cooked meat into the seasoning bowl in front of her, "Xi Jun, please try it quickly."

Then someone kicked me under the table.

After sitting upright, I took the opportunity to glance across the way, and saw that the crescent moon had been turned into almond-shaped eyes, and the mouth was bulging with how much meat was stuffed in it.

He looked very dissatisfied with being shown affection.

"Ahem, Siniang, you can also try this red oil soup. This is red oil boiled with bell peppers, which can ward off the cold. Mutton is also a warming and tonic food. It's just right to eat the two together."

Feng Yong coughed dryly and said.

"No, I just like this clear soup."

Zhang Xingyi snorted, then took a few pieces of meat and put them into the clear soup pot as if to demonstrate.

Guan Ji smiled and said, "This family banquet is just for Si Niang. You can eat whatever you like and leave your brother-in-law alone."

As she said this, she put the meat into the red oil soup without delay.

Feng Yong was annoyed and told Amei, "Go and get me a bowl of rice."

There is one disadvantage of eating hot pot. Without staple food, I always feel weak and unable to resist hunger.

He originally wanted to ask a few people if they wanted some staple food, but when he saw that the three women were all eating their chopsticks like flies and just staring at the gurgling hot pot soup, he stopped asking for trouble.

Although Li Mu remained silent, it was obvious that the red oil soup suited her taste. Except for the first time when she put the meat in a clear soup pot and rinsed it, the rest was all red oil soup.

She is indeed an authentic Sichuan girl.

Feng Yong ate quickly. He finished the rice in three naps and rinsed a large plate of mutton. He stood up and said, "Eat slowly."

Although the three women seemed to be enjoying their meal, they were obviously worried about Feng Yong's presence, especially Li Mu. When eating, they always covered their mouths with their hands and ate in small bites.

It seemed that Feng Yong was worried for her.

He called Amei to follow him out, returned to the backyard from the front hall, and said to her, "There are two hot pots that have been washed in the kitchen. Take them to your room to light the fire."

"You can see how I cook. You can eat whatever you want." He burped and patted his belly. "Madam, you don't need to wait on me."

Seeing that she was still hesitant, he urged, "Go, what are you still doing?"

Amei whispered, "But Master, that is made of gold. How can your servant dare to use such an object?"

"Gold, what is gold? Copper is copper, how about gold?" Feng Yongyong waved his hand impatiently, "Do you still lack some copper at home? Go quickly, it's very annoying!"

I drove Amei away and returned to the house. As soon as I sat on the kang, I felt very warm. When it is warm in winter, I just want to doze off. When I doze off, I want to sleep...

I didn't know how long I had been squinting while I was half lying down, but I felt like someone climbed up on the kang. It should be Guan Ji.

He was sleeping soundly and didn't bother to open his eyes. He muttered, "Have you finished eating?"

Before the visitor could answer, a fragrant breeze smelling of hot pot had already hit his nostrils.

It's just that this smell doesn't seem right?

Feng Yong sniffed again and heard someone say softly, "Well, I have never eaten food like this before, so I am a little stuffed. Thank you A Lang."

"Thank me for what? This is for Siniang..."

At this point, the confusion in my mind finally disappeared, and I finally realized what was wrong.

Feng Yong got up with a start and shrank into the kang, "Siniang, why are you up here?"

"Seeing that Alang was sleeping soundly and there was nothing to cover him with, I wanted to cover Alang with a blanket."

Zhang Xingyi raised the blanket in his hand and prepared to move it over.

Feng Yong glanced at the door, sweating on his forehead, "Sister, don't make trouble, the door is open. If Sanniang comes in and sees it, you will be in trouble."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Xingyi forced him into a corner and licked his lips, "My sister is still talking to that Li Mu in the front yard. Will she be back soon?"

Seeing that Feng Yong was still talking, Zhang Xingyi's face darkened, "You're not a coward, if you do this again, I'll yell at you!"

call?

The sweat on Feng Yong's forehead had begun to flow.

"Amei is in the room next to her!"

"Hmph, give her ten courages, how dare she say nonsense?" Zhang Xingyi said without fear, "Don't be verbose! Just for a moment!"

Feng Yong did not dare to move again.

Then my heart was filled with the smell of hot pot.

After a while, Zhang Xingyi said quietly, "I also know Alang's difficulties, and sometimes I don't want to let him go. It's just that I can't do it!"

Having said this, she turned around and bit Feng Yong hard on the arm.

Severe pain was felt, and Feng Yong did not dare to say a word.

"Does it hurt?"

"pain?"

"It hurts, that's right, I feel the same pain in my heart."

Zhang Xingyi shrank and said, "But every time I think of A Lang's feelings for me, I feel that all the pain is worth it. A Lang, I want..."

Feng Yong trembled and glanced at the door subconsciously.

"I want the secret hotpot recipe that Alang made specially for me."

"Okay, I'll write it to you right now."

Zhang Xingyi is not a person who doesn't know the importance of things. Knowing that Sister Guan will come back at any time, she reluctantly got down from the kang and laid out the paper for Feng Yong with her own hands.

The process of hot pot is not complicated and can be written clearly in three or two strokes.

Zhang Xingyi folded the paper, put it in his arms, and said softly, "Thank you A Lang, but I will definitely keep it carefully if A Lang gives me anything."

"It's not a secret."

Feng Yong felt that she was making a fuss out of something.

"Of course this hot pot is not a secret, but what about that peach blossom poem? Doesn't Alang not want to keep it a secret either?"

Zhang Xingyi's eyes were even more tender.

"What peach blossom gift?"

Feng Yong thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't remember that he had written any peach blossom poems. He thought to himself that someone might have used my name to write some articles?

Zhang Xingyi came over again and said softly, "On this day last year, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The faces of the people don't know where they are, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."

When Feng Yong heard this, he was suddenly shocked with the body of a tiger, the body of a dolphin, and the body of a dog!

"Si...how does Si Niang know this poem?"

Then Feng Yong remembered a strange incident from that year.

When he went to the Qin Mansion, he happened to meet Du Zhen. The guy didn't even say hello to him, but just hid his face and ran away.

It turns out that the root cause is here.

Zhang Xingyi did not answer, but continued to say, "I was not born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born..."

The dog's body trembles again!

Ma Dazui, I shouldn't have saved you!

Whether I let you die of illness in prison or be beheaded by the Prime Minister, it is better than being tricked by you now!

Why is Si Niang so affectionate towards me? Now I finally know the answer.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps was heard outside, and Guan Ji hurriedly walked in. When she saw the two of them in the room, she was stunned for a moment, and her face became a little weird.

"Sister, I'm asking my brother-in-law for the secret recipe of hot pot." Zhang Xingyi raised the paper in his hand and smiled. "In the future, there will be no cows falling to death on the ranch in Hanzhong."

Guan Ji's face relaxed and she said with a smile, "Don't do more evil. There are many sheep in the pasture, so eating mutton is good."

She said this to Zhang Xingyi, and then immediately said to Feng Yong, "Alang, go to the front hall quickly, Uncle Zhao is here."

"Uncle Zhao?" Feng Yong's first reaction was the old housekeeper who stayed behind at Jincheng Zhuangzi, "I didn't ask him to come over! Did something happen to Zhuangzi?"
To be continued...