The two stopped eating and quickly checked for anything that might give them away. Lan Yamei asked guiltily, "Who is it?"
Outside the door, Wang Fengyang said timidly, "Sister Lan, it smells so good, come and take a look."
Hot pot is something that, once it's started bubbling, can be smelled from upstairs and downstairs, let alone by people living on the same floor.
He opened the door, grabbed her inside, and asked, "Want some food?"
"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Wang Fengyang's eyes were already fixed on the pot, and he kept nodding.
He was given bowls and chopsticks, and following suit, he picked up a piece of beef, blew on it, and put it in his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, he jumped up and down because of the spiciness.
The two burst into laughter. "Want some more?"
Wang Fengyang endured the spiciness, swallowed it, sniffled the snot that was about to drip down his nose, grinned at the two of them, and said, "It's hot and spicy, but why do I want to eat more after eating it?"
"You're pretty good. Some adults can't handle this level of spiciness. You've got a bright future ahead of you," Zhao Zhicheng praised.
The three continued eating hot pot. Wang Feng picked up some tripe, didn't recognize it, and was hesitant to eat it. "What is this? Sister Lan, can I eat this?"
People in ancient times did not eat offal, considering it unclean. Wang Fengyang had never seen tripe, let alone eaten it.
"This is the essence; eating it will make you grow taller," Lan Yamei said, spouting nonsense.
Wang Fengyang had no doubt, and while breathing heavily on the spicy food, he chewed and swallowed heartily.
The three of them quickly scooped out almost all the vegetables from the pot, but Wang Fengyang was still not satisfied and was sent downstairs to get some beef.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lan Yamei took out tripe, duck blood and fatty beef from the space supermarket and poured them into the pot. How could she not have enough? She took out a bottle of fruit wine and secretly poured it into Wang Fengyang's water glass.
The two tacitly agreed that the child couldn't go out and talk nonsense tomorrow.
Wang Fengyang quickly brought out a bowl of vegetables from the kitchen, without a single piece of meat. "Sister Lan, Uncle, we've eaten quite a lot of meat. We'll sell it again tomorrow. Let's eat some vegetables. Vegetables are delicious and cheap."
The two were dumbfounded. A moment later, they fished the meat out of the pot. How could they explain that?
Wang Fengyang had already sat down and was cooking vegetables in the pot. Vegetables absorb the most oil, and they're incredibly spicy!
The child was honest and didn't rummage through the pot while eating, so he didn't find any meat in it.
Seeing that the duck blood was about to surface and be exposed, Zhao Zhicheng said to him, "Don't just eat, come on, have some water." As he spoke, he pushed the fruit wine that had been poured towards him.
It was definitely spicy. The child drank it all in one gulp, let out a sigh of relief, and asked, "What kind of water is this? It tastes so good!"
"Sister Lan, since you think it's too spicy, I added some sugar to it."
"Oh," Wang Fengyang said with a grateful look, "By the way, what's this called?"
"Hot pot!" Lan Yamei said honestly.
"It's delicious! Why is it called hot pot?"
"There's fire!" Lan Yamei gave a nonsensical explanation, and he didn't call her out on it.
At this moment, the fruit wine kicked in, and Wang Fengyang shook his head and slurred, "Oh, there's fire, hot pot."
"Eat some more!" Zhao Zhicheng picked up a piece of duck blood and put it in his bowl as a test.
Without even thinking, I picked it up and ate it. "Hmm? What's this?"
"Bull's blood!" Zhao Zhicheng made up a lie.
"There's still cow's blood? Wasn't there nothing left in the pot just now?" Although her head was spinning, she clearly remembered that she had eaten it all.
"You must have been dozing off and didn't see clearly."
"Is there?"
"If you don't believe me, get up and walk around a bit," Zhao Zhicheng said.
Sure enough, I felt a little dizzy when I got up, and I started to walk unsteadily.
"Why don't you eat a couple more bites and then go back to bed early?" Zhao Zhicheng tentatively suggested.
He was indeed a little unsteady. Wang Fengyang thought it was because he was tired from practicing martial arts during the day, and his eyelids were getting heavier. He then said goodbye to the two of them and went back to his room to sleep.
After closing the door again, Qiu Zeyu said, "Eat quickly, eat quickly, the blood is overcooked."
The two of them ate their meal in silence, drank more than a dozen cans of beer, and went to the toilet three or four times. Only after they were full and satisfied did they restore the room to its original state and go back to their respective rooms to rest.
Lan Ya Mei was so excited she couldn't sleep! Today was truly the most enjoyable day of her two lifetimes, so awesome!
I took out a face mask from my storage space and applied it to moisturize my dry face. Then I put on my headphones and listened to music. It was so comfortable! Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but then, bang bang bang! Someone knocked on the door, and Bluetooth Girl woke up with a start. She quickly peeled off the face mask that had dried on her face and put the earphones back in the supermarket.
The door opened, and Qiu Zeyu squeezed in through the crack, exuding a chill.
In late autumn, you can see a thin layer of frost on the fields when you get up early in the morning.
Qiu Zeyu shuddered, rubbed his hands together, and went to the table to pour himself some hot tea.
Lan Ya Mei was startled. Oh no! There was still a little bit of chopped chili sauce in the kettle, but not a drop of water. She rushed over first, picked up the kettle, and said with a sly grin, "Wait for me, I'll go boil some water for you."
She never usually asks to pour herself water, so what's wrong with her today?
Watching her retreating figure running downstairs, a smile crept onto my face; she knew she was taking care of herself now.
Lan Yamei, who was in the kitchen, couldn't bear to throw away the chili sauce. So she simply took a packet of instant noodles, made some, poured it into the teapot while it was still hot, and carried it upstairs.
At this moment, Qiu Zeyu had already made up his mind to take her home to meet his parents. They were both getting on in years and were in love with each other, so they could definitely get married first and then fall in love later.
Lan Ya Mei placed the instant noodles in front of the other person and said, "You look cold, so I made you some hot food. Just have a bite."
"Hehe, a virtuous wife and loving mother."
"I said, it smells really good," Qiu Zeyu said, opening the lid.
What is this crooked thing? It looks like a worm!
I poked at it with my chopsticks a couple of times, and to my surprise, it smelled delicious. I mustered up my courage and took a bite. Hmm? It smelled so good and tasted so good! So I started eating it in big mouthfuls, and eventually even drank all the soup.
He finally let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"Is it good?" Lan Yamei asked tentatively.
"What is this? It tastes so good! It looks like glass noodles, but it tastes a bit like regular noodles."
"It's noodles! If it's delicious, I'll make it for you again next time! Tell me quickly, did you find any clues at the Murong residence tonight?"
“I’ve been guarding this place until now, until Murong Feng went into Pei Feiyan’s room, and I haven’t found a single clue,” Qiu Zeyu said. “However, I’ve noticed something strange: she’s had people fumigating everywhere with mugwort! The courtyard, the rooms, everywhere.”
"Burning mugwort? Why?" That's really puzzling. It's not even the height of summer, when there are lots of mosquitoes. Why would anyone burn mugwort?
"If I'm not mistaken, Pei Feiyan has already discovered her own weakness; burning mugwort was probably to mask the scent of orchids," Qiu Zeyu boldly speculated.
"It seems that Pei Feiyan is no ordinary woman! How could a girl from Huamanlou (a brothel) get in touch with an official of the imperial court and successfully become the most favored third wife? She must be extraordinary," Lan Yamei remarked.
At first glance, I only thought this woman was seductive and snobbish, but now it seems she's also incredibly intelligent.
"What do we do now? After all, it's the Murong family. Without solid evidence, we can only investigate secretly."
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