Knowing that Yun Yongcheng's invitation was sincere and not just a formality, Xu Yaqing did not refuse.
After returning to the village, the mother and son went home.
Twenty minutes later, the family of three arrived at Lao Yun's house for dinner.
Wang Yongjin was holding a pot of corn liquor, and Xu Yaqing was holding a vegetable basket with a dozen eggs in it.
Mei Cuiping and her husband and Yun Yongcheng were setting up the table in the yard.
The kitchen is low and stuffy, and eating hot pot in it is a torture.
Yun Yongcheng thought about it and suggested eating hot pot under the melon rack in the yard.
The dining table in the kitchen was put together with the stone table under the melon rack, and the three families sat around it, which was just enough space for them to move around.
Moreover, the sun has set and a cool breeze has begun to blow in the yard, making it comfortable to eat hot pot in the yard.
While Mei Cuiping was fiddling with the dishes, she looked up and saw Wang Yongjin and his family of three walking into the yard carrying things.
"I was just about to ask Mianmian to call you guys for dinner, and you guys came. So you came, why did you bring so many things?"
Wang Yongjin walked under the melon vine rack and placed the corn cake he was carrying on the stone table.
"We're having hotpot tonight, so how can we miss some wine? Two kilograms of corn stew and a dozen eggs aren't exactly great either. Let's drink the corn stew tonight and save the eggs for Mianmian's breakfast in the morning."
Mei Cuiping glanced at Xiao Huzi.
"Bring the eggs to Mianmian. Whatever Xiaohuzi eats in the morning, Mianmian needs nutrition. I don't know what's wrong with my Xiaohua lately. She's been laying eggs like crazy, three or four every two days. I give them all to Mianmian to nourish her body."
Clack, clack.
After Mei Cuiping finished speaking, Xu Yaqing saw a variegated old hen leading a group of half-grown chickens strolling in the yard with a clucking sound. The variegated old hen walked with her head held high and her chest puffed out, looking very proud.
Xu Yaqing was amused by its devilish pace.
"Auntie, Xiaohua is this old lady with spotted hair."
Mei Cuiping nodded: "That's right."
Xu Yaqing: "Even at this age, she can still lay three or four eggs in two days. That's really amazing."
Mei Cuiping smiled and said, "I was originally planning to kill it and stew it into soup for Mianmian's health, but luckily I didn't kill it."
"Eat well, Xiaohua. Eat well and lay more eggs."
Seeing Yunmian in a little red skirt squatting aside, holding a dried corn cob in her hand, and using her small hands to pick the plump corn kernels off the cob bit by bit and throwing them on the ground to feed the spotted hen, Xu Yaqing retracted her gaze and smiled.
"Aunt, this hen is so old, but it still lays so many eggs. I'm afraid it's a treasure like Mianmian. We can't kill it."
Mei Cuiping nodded in agreement with Xu Yaqing.
"I think so too. Now that we don't have to worry about food at home, and there's plenty of corn to feed livestock and poultry, I plan to keep Xiaohua."
Yunmian had been worried that Xiaohua would stop laying eggs and be slaughtered by her grandmother and stewed into a pot of old hen soup. After listening to the conversation between her grandmother and Aunt Yaqing, she finally felt relieved.
She peeled the corn cob in her hand, stretched out her chubby little hand, gently touched Xiaohua's fluffy little head, and said in a baby voice: "Xiaohua, grandma won't kill you."
Clack, clack.
When Yunmian's baby voice fell, Xiaohua clucked twice in response, which immediately amused the adults in the yard.
"Xiaopingzi, Yaqing, what are you two discussing? You're laughing so happily."
Chen Ju supported Madam Chu as they walked into the yard, and Chu Yu and Lu Feng followed closely behind her.
"Madam, you are here."
Xu Yaqing greeted Old Madam Chu with a smile.
"Aunt Yun and I were discussing the spotted hen. I think it's a blessing, just like Mianmian. I asked Aunt Yun not to kill it."
When Old Madam Chu heard the clucking sound, her eyes fell on the little girl and the spotted hen beside her.
"Yes, my leg was able to recover, and half of the credit goes to that spotted hen."
Lu Feng: "It is indeed a Baoji. Not only did he bring the Third Master and Mian Mian into the cave to find decades-old wild Panax notoginseng for the old lady, he also found Ganoderma lucidum."
Clack, clack!
After Lu Feng finished speaking, Xiaohua started to show off, and her giggling sounds echoed throughout the old Yun family.
In such a pleasant atmosphere, the three families sat together and enjoyed hot pot.
When hearing that they were going to have hotpot tonight, Yunmian was the most excited, but she was the first to put down her bowl and chopsticks.
Seeing that she didn't eat much, Chu Yu asked with concern: "Sister Mianmian, do you think it's too spicy?"
Yunmian: "It's not too spicy, it's not spicy enough."
Everyone at the table was shocked to hear her answer.
Wang Xiaohu's mouth turned red from the spiciness, and he looked at Yunmian with tears in his eyes.
"Sister Mianmian, this isn't spicy enough!"
"It's not spicy enough, and it's not numbing enough. Spicy hotpot is only delicious if it's spicy and numbing enough."
Over the past two months, Yun Mian has not only diligently practiced the "Qilin Jue", but also read the medical books and recipes left by Fairy Qingxia in the Qilin space.
Today, the braised meat business is considered stable, but it has been too limited to only deal in braised meat. Half a month ago, Yunmian was thinking about giving Dad and Uncle Lu another recipe so that Dad and Uncle Lu could expand the scope of business. However, he couldn't make up his mind for a while about what kind of recipe to give Dad and Uncle Lu.
Today, Uncle Lu packed some hot pot from the county town and brought it back, which gave her some inspiration.
Hot pot has been very popular throughout history, and perhaps running a business selling hot pot base is a good way out.
"Also, the taste of this hot pot is not fresh enough. In my heart, I can only give this hot pot a 50-point score."
In his previous life, Yun Mian had eaten too many delicious hotpots with his parents, so the hotpot he had today was just average for him.
Hearing her speak in a serious tone, Lu Feng paused with the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Have you ever had a hot pot better than this?"
"Um."
Yun Mian nodded heavily.
"My parents took me there to eat there. It tastes much better than this hot pot. It's spicy, numbing, fragrant and fresh."
Recalling the hot pot he had eaten in his previous life, Yun Mian couldn't help swallowing.
"Uncle Lu Feng, Dad, are there many hot pot restaurants in Xiushui County?"
In the past two months, Lu Feng and Yun Yongcheng have been traveling around the county town, and they are quite familiar with Xiushui County.
Lu Feng: "Not many. Including the newly opened one in May Fourth Square, I only saw four or five hot pot restaurants."
"Mianmian, do you want Dad and Uncle Lu to open a hot pot restaurant?"
Every time Yunmian asked these questions, she had her own thoughts in mind.
Yun Yongcheng knows his little girl inside and out.
Yunmian giggled, revealing two small canine teeth and two shallow dimples.
"Dear old dad still understands me best."
Yun Yongcheng was somewhat tempted, but also had some concerns.
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