Xiao Jinhan nodded in agreement, "What Grandpa says is absolutely right. Grandpa is the pillar of our Great Yu, the protector of the people. How could he possibly be a monster that eats children?"
"You brat, you're always talking nonsense!" Yu Xiao was so angry that he decided not to bring it up again and instead raised his hand to direct him.
"This clear broth hot pot is too bland and has no flavor!"
"I want to eat from this hot pot. Add plenty of lamb and pea shoots, and some scallions and cilantro to mix in, otherwise it won't be flavorful enough!"
"The mutton, pea shoots, scallions, and cilantro can all be added as you please, Grandpa. They can also be added to the spicy broth, Grandpa, but—"
Xiao Jinhan was speaking when he reached out and grabbed the cool boiled water next to him.
Then, changing her tone, she said, "But this red soup hot pot needs to be blanched in boiling water first."
Yu Xiao stared at the bright red mutton hotpot, which turned pale after being rinsed in boiling water, and his appetite vanished instantly. "Are you kidding me? What's the difference between rinsing it in boiling water and cooking it in a clear broth?"
"It's still different."
Xiao Jinhan shook his head seriously, "The food in this hot pot, after being rinsed in water, mainly loses its spiciness, but retains about 70-80% of the numbing and fragrant flavors, making it much more flavorful than a clear broth hot pot."
Grandpa has a sensitive stomach, so he can't eat too much spicy hot pot.
No matter how eloquently Yu Xiao spoke, he only loved that fiery red hot pot.
His tiger-like eyes swept around before landing on the three or four unopened boxes of hot pot base beside him. He waved his hand casually and said, "Alright, Grandpa knows. You can't eat too much of this spicy broth."
Xiao Jinhan smiled slightly and looked at the person next to the barbecue grill. "Uncle Wu, after I leave the capital, I will have to trouble you to keep this hot pot base safe. In the future, when I eat hot pot, I can only eat five spoonfuls of the red broth to cook vegetables. The rest can be either clear broth or red broth with hot water."
Yu Xiao's large hand froze. "???"
He suddenly looked at Wu Yang.
The latter immediately lowered his head to the base of his neck and spoke even faster, "Young master, rest assured, this old servant will definitely supervise the prince carefully and will never let the prince eat the sixth spoonful of red soup."
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the four unopened boxes of hot pot base into his arms.
Like a whirlwind rushing into the house, opening the cabinets and locking them, all in one smooth motion.
Yu Xiao's ears perked up: "!!!"
Xiao Jinhan smiled and placed the rinsed mutton skewers into his bowl. "Grandpa, try it. It actually tastes pretty good."
Yu Xiao was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his opponent, turning his head away and saying, "I don't want hot pot today, I want barbecue!"
The man's smile remained unchanged. He got up and walked to the grill, flipping each skewer over. "Grandpa, which one would you like? Grilled lamb, grilled shrimp, grilled cilantro, grilled tofu, or grilled eggplant, grilled chicken leg..."
Yu Xiao turned his head at the aroma and saw that the skewers were all golden brown and fragrant, but there was still no spiciness at all.
His nose twitched involuntarily twice. "Give me some lamb and chicken legs to try first!"
Wu Yang walked out of the house and saw this scene, his lips curling up in a big smile. The prince usually only ate half a bowl of meat porridge, but today he had already finished off half a pot of hot pot in no time.
Compared to his previous cold demeanor, the young master seemed like a completely different person; he not only talked more but also smiled more often.
Especially when he mentioned the young lady of the Su family, the tenderness in his eyes was even more cloying than the braised pork in the kitchen.
Xiao Jinhan handed over the chicken leg and lamb skewers, sat in front of the grill and turned the skewers over, his brows slightly furrowed.
The matter of whether his soul will be severed is still unknown. If he cannot obtain the soul's demise, then he will only have six months left to live.
With so many informants in the capital, the moment the master leaves the capital, he will surely attract attention, and people may even follow the trail to Qingshui County.
Hua'er is a girl, and he has to consider her reputation.
The reason I brought up Hua'er today is twofold: firstly, I don't want my father to misunderstand Hua'er because of Wei Jianjia; secondly, if something were to happen to me in the future, I hope my father would take care of Hua'er for his sake.
At this moment, a thousand miles away.
Su Hua, who was being thought of by the three, was leisurely sitting by the spatial river, watching the group of helpers that the mother tiger had invited to farm.
After the space absorbed the Five Blessings, the black soil expanded from half an acre to a thousand acres. The expansion of the space was a great thing, but the labor force became a headache. In the end, they could only ask the White Tiger family for help.
Unexpectedly, after the tigress had done two or three tasks, she invited a group of monkeys over.
The monkey was the neighbor of the White Tiger family on Fuhu Mountain, living on a slightly lower mountain peak next door.
A total of fifty monkeys were invited to grow sweet potatoes. As for the reward, it was space fruits. She gave each tiger a large basket of fruits every day as payment, while the tigress gave each monkey five fruits every day.
Monkeys are playful, but they love to eat fruit, especially fruit that grows in the space.
With the promise of fruit as their incentive, the monkeys worked just as well as humans at digging and planting sweet potato vines. In just two or three days, they had planted sweet potato vines on almost half of the black soil.
Moreover, the tigress not only traded fruit for this labor, but also wanted a jar of century-old monkey wine.
Su Hua had only heard of monkey wine in ancient books before, but after actually tasting it, she felt that all the wine she had drunk before was like fake wine.
Monkey wine is a blend of the aromas of rice, flowers, and fruits, fermented on the mountain rocks. Just a small cup is enough to make you dizzy and fill your mind and heart with its rich fragrance.
Of course, the White Tiger family had a high alcohol tolerance and drank a large bowl of alcohol every day.
Now, Tiger Dad is in the fields supervising the monkey workers' work, while Tiger Mom is leaning against the riverbank with Big Girl and Big White, drinking monkey wine.
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