Chapter 434: She Eats Seriously, He Watches Secretly (Part 2)

Yellow throat, a common food in hot pot, comes from the large blood vessels of livestock such as pigs and cows, usually the aorta, also known as the heart tube.

After hearing the explanation, Xie Dingyuan pondered: "If it is a large artery coming out of the ventricle, should it be called the aortic arch?"

Jiang Fuyue nodded: "That's the correct scientific name."

"What does that have to do with the throat?"

"Who said it had something to do with the throat?"

"Otherwise, why is it called Yellow Throat? And why is it yellow? When I was in college, I dissected the arteries of pigs and cows. Whether it comes out of the left ventricle or the right ventricle, it should be white after washing."

Jiang Fuyue: “…” I’m sorry, even if I had an incredible IQ, I still can’t answer these two questions of yours.

Xie Dingyuan: Why is she ignoring me again?

After ordering, the waiter took the order on the spot, "Would you like red soup or mandarin duck?"

Jiang Fuyue asked Xie Dingyuan: "I'm fine with it, what about you?"

He thought about it and asked, "How about half red soup and half clear soup?"

Waiter: "Of course, I'll make a shabu-shabu hotpot for you two!"

Xie Dingyuan nodded calmly: "Yes, mandarin duck."

God knows a second ago, he had no idea what yuanyang was. Fortunately, he didn't make a fool of himself.

After placing the order and verifying it was correct, the waiter left the private room.

Xie Dingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but then met Jiang Fuyue's slightly scrutinizing gaze.

“Have you ever had hot pot before?”

Here it comes.

"Yes," he said, "but not often."

This is the truth.

No wonder people ask questions like "What is yellow throat?"

Jiang Fuyue: "Do you like to eat?"

Xie Dingyuan: "Not bad."

This is a lie.

When they were in the imperial capital before, Shen Qiannan took him there once, and the experience was very unpleasant.

After eating, I was smelling of hot pot all over my body. Walking on the road, I was like a moving bag of hot pot base.

For people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is tantamount to torture.

Soon, the bottom of the pot was brought up, one red and one white, divided in an "S" shape in the middle.

Then the dishes were served.

Xie Dingyuan stared at the plate of "yellow throat" in front of him for a full two minutes. Even when the pot was boiling, he was still staring at it intently.

Suddenly: "This should be pig throat."

Jiang Fuyue: “?”

The private room was too quiet, and only the gurgling sound of boiling water could be heard. Xie Dingyuan thought he had found a topic to talk about, and worked harder.

"Pig throat is about 60 to 70 centimeters long, and cow throat is at least one meter long. It is mainly composed of smooth muscle, which is protein. Compared with internal organs such as liver and stomach, its nutritional value is higher."

Jiang Fuyue: “?” So the topic of “yellow throat” can’t be overcome?

"Ahem! Actually, ox throat should taste better because it's thicker than pig throat, but it's more difficult to handle. You need to cut it open with a scalpel first, and then use hemostats..."

"That!" Jiang Fuyue finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted.

Xie Dingyuan: “?”

The girl smiled and said, "The pot is already boiling, don't you want to eat?"

"...Oh." He finally picked up the chopsticks.

Then came the silent meal time.

This restaurant has good food, fresh dishes and fragrant soup base. No wonder the business is so good. When I came in just now, the hall was full.

Jiang Fuyue ordered a plate of tender beef and asked the waiter to bring in some rice. She was really hungry after using her brain all day.

Here, I am eating with full concentration.

On the other side, Xie Dingyuan secretly glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

The girl was sweating profusely while eating, her lips were rosy red, and in the smoke, her peach blossom eyes became even more watery and lustrous.

She ate quite fast, but she didn't seem rude at all. Instead, she was frank and straightforward.

Suddenly, "Do you like red soup or clear soup?" Jiang Fuyue was about to put the coriander meatballs in the pot and looked up and asked Xie Dingyuan.

Being caught off guard, he hastily looked away, then feigned composure and replied, "It's all right."

Second update, one thousand words.

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(End of this chapter)