The soup is rich, spicy and fragrant. Just one sniff will make everyone's stomach growl, and even those who are not hungry will have their appetite aroused.

“This smells so good!”

"Help me! This is much more delicious than what the auntie in the kitchen makes!"

"I've never eaten hot pot before. It's probably a delicacy from Junior Master's hometown."

…….

The fried potatoes were golden and crispy, coated with the sweet and sour taste of ketchup and sprinkled with the spicy flavor of chili powder. The disciples almost scrambled to eat them.

Even the most elegant ones don't care about their image anymore and perform tricks with chopsticks.

Xie Ling hadn't eaten hotpot for a long time. When she smelled the aroma of the hotpot base, her mouth started to feel craving for it.

After the hot pot base is fried, it is finished by adding the boiled bone broth. When it starts to bubble, An Xuetao brings it to the table.

Xie Ling followed and served the dishes.

Red and green, varied, both meat and vegetarian.

Vegetarian dishes include cabbage, lettuce, potato chips, mushrooms, tofu, lotus root slices, kelp…

The meat dishes include mutton slices, beef rolls, beef balls, fish balls, fish fillets, duck blood, braised chicken feet...

"This dish needs to be cooked in a pot before eating. The red one is spicier, similar to the taste of dogwood, while the clear soup is not spicy. Let's eat!"

After Xie Ling finished speaking, the disciples observed for a while and then carefully put their favorite dishes into the pot.

The soup base began to bubble up, and various ingredients rolled around. The small room was filled with white mist, and everyone stared at the pot with wide eyes.

The red soup is rich in spicy flavor, with a layer of bright red oil floating on the surface. The numbing smell rushes straight to the nose, instantly awakening the taste buds and removing all the coldness in the body.

The white soup is rich and the bone soup is sweet. Someone scooped a spoonful to drink, sipped it twice, and his eyes lit up, "It's so sweet!"

The process of waiting for the ingredients to be cooked was very difficult. Everyone held their chopsticks with their eyes fixed.

Until all the ingredients floated up, everyone started to eat.

The mutton was a thin piece, so tender that it almost made your tongue drop. It had no smell of mutton and had a numbing taste with a hint of spiciness. You could swallow it straight away without even chewing it, and it rolled all the way down to your stomach.

The ordinary cabbage, after being cooked in bone broth, becomes so sweet, with fresh and crisp stems and tender leaves.

The most amazing thing is potatoes!

I thought fried potatoes were delicious, but I didn’t expect them to be even better when boiled!

Some people like to eat crispy food, so they put it in the pot and boil it until it’s cooked.

Some people like to eat it soft, so they mash it in a bowl and add a spoonful of soup. The potatoes are all turned into puree and intertwined with the rice, making it thick and fragrant.

"Hey, who ate my meatballs?"

"It's not cooked yet, don't grab it!"

"This piece of potato is mine. I like to eat it cooked. Please don't take it away..."

Everyone's face turned red after eating.

In the cold winter, a spicy hot pot will whet your appetite that has been suppressed for a long time, warm up your whole body, and free you from boredom and worries.

There is only one word left—cool!

After eating, An Xuetao cooked another big pot of milk tea.

Fry the black tea until fragrant and caramel-colored, add milk and sugar and boil. Your simple original milk tea is ready.

It has a rich milky flavor and a seductive sweet fragrance. After taking a sip, the heat on the tip of your tongue is completely suppressed, leaving only a sweet aftertaste in your mouth.

The disciples were almost crying.

Everyone surrounded An Xuetao and praised her.

What a delicious delicacy this is! What a miserable life they had lived before!

I am so jealous of my junior uncle. Can I have a mother like this?

Who hasn't eaten yet?

An Xuetao smiled softly and covered her lips with her hands, thinking that she hadn't made the pearl taro balls yet, otherwise these children would cry even more.

"If you like to eat, then study hard. If you can ace the exam in the future, you can come to my place for dinner."

The disciples' eyes lit up.

Learn! Learn till you die!

A disciple suggested, "How about Madam An open a stall in the dining room?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples rushed to agree.

"Yes, yes, open a stall in the dining room. I really want to drink milk tea."

"The food in the cafeteria is really terrible, who knows."

An Xuetao was stunned for a moment. She really wanted to find something to do.

Now she has nothing to do every day except taking care of Wei Xiuchu.

I can only take care of the flowers and plants and plant some vegetables. I am almost dying of boredom.

But will this steal the business from the kitchen?

She considered and said, "I'll think about it. It's getting late. Go back now."

The disciples shook their heads and helped wash the dishes, wipe the table, and even the old clay pot at the door that had never been used and was covered with dust was scrubbed clean by them until it looked as bright as new.

An Xuetao laughed, "These kids..."

Xie Ling asked: "Mom, do you want to open a shop?"

She just noticed her mother's expression, which was clearly one of longing.

An Xuetao nodded. "Your father's condition has stabilized, but he hasn't woken up yet. I also want to find something to do, otherwise I won't feel relaxed."

Xie Ling nodded, and went to ask the elder who was in charge of logistics the next day.

The elder said it was okay, but the portion size needed to be limited, after all, the disciples still had to rely on the kitchen for food.

Xie Ling had originally had this idea, but she was afraid that An Xuetao would be tired if there were too many.

At the beginning of the new year, An Xuetao opened a hot pot and milk tea shop, serving fifty cups of milk tea and thirty tables of hot pot a day.

The disciples were so eager to get the tickets that a scalper industry was even developed, where people would reserve seats for hotpots and buy milk tea for others... the prices were extremely high.

An Xuetao had no choice but to teach the people in the kitchen how to make hot pot and concentrate on selling milk tea, trying to make more every day.

As for the secret recipe of milk tea, she still planned to keep it hidden.

After all, Xie Ling is planning to open a chain of milk tea shops in seven countries in the future.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!