"You have to eat like this, you know? Hey, let's start with some soybean curd and chive flowers. These two are must-haves, then minced garlic and sesame oil, and finally... Hey, this chili oil is awesome...

...Okay, here you go, just smooth it out."

Perhaps the social atmosphere of this place infected the girl and made her temporarily put aside her standard Mandarin.

Some of the words are called "er", and the Yanjing accent with "erhua" pronunciation emerges.

So, what was placed in front of Xu Xin was a bowl of authentic Yanjing hot-pot seasoning.

Not to mention the sesame cakes.

The kid himself is not thin either. In addition to the fact that when Shishiliu was growing taller, Yang Mi helped Xu Xin adjust the ingredients, and he had already finished it for himself.

Just waiting for the real owner to start cooking.

Xu Xin actually has a pretty average opinion of hotpot mutton.

First, the mutton here is unpalatable.

Don't tell him how good the sheep in Inner Mongolia are. In his opinion, the sheep on the Yellow River beach in his hometown are the most delicious.

As for mutton, you have to eat it in big mouthfuls. It’s cut so thin, how much can you eat?

So I didn't have any special expectations, and I couldn't understand why the people of Yanjing went to that shabu-shabu restaurant when winter came.

It can only be said that the soil and water support one person.

While stirring, the girl who saw herself adding the seasoning added:

"By the way, this thing must be paired with sugar and garlic... Boss, do you have any green radish? Please bring me a plate."

"Okay."

After cutting eight plates of brains, the middle-aged man, who had time to smoke a cigarette, nodded and walked into the kitchen again.

Xu Xin didn't mention drinking, and neither did the girl.

You can't drink sesame cakes.

What are you waiting for……

The first reaction of the two men, one young and one young, was to pick up chopsticks, follow the rules, pick up two or three pieces and rinse them.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The girl quickly stopped her.

Xu Xin was a little puzzled:

"What's wrong?"

"...What are you doing? Put the whole plate in. How long will it take to finish each chopstick?"

"Put a plate in?"

Xu Xin was shocked:

"Isn't it said that if you put two or three pieces in at a time and eat two or three mouthfuls of meat, you have to add some vegetables to relieve the greasiness? Isn't this the rule for you to eat this?"

"Who did you listen to..."

The girl looked disgusted:

"How much are these two or three slices of meat? It's not enough for one mouthful. To relieve the tiredness? To relieve the tiredness of what?... Those were just stupid tricks that I came up with to fill my stomach when conditions were not good back then. My aunt specializes in research.

In terms of history and folk customs, since the emergence of mutton-boiled meat in the Yuan Dynasty, there has been no such thing as greasy food. Just eat a whole plate and scoop it out, it’s delicious!”

Xu Xin actually believed this, because it suited him best.

Right, mutton has to be eaten in big mouthfuls to be satisfied.

But Shaobing said dubiously:

"But my master said..."

"Um?!"

Narrowing his fox-like eyes, Shaobing shivered subconsciously and nodded quickly:

"Yeah, brother Xu, get down, get down..."

"Hehe~"

The girl smiled with satisfaction:

"Actually, I should have ordered the lamb tail oil to moisten the pan, but I think it smells fishy."

While he was talking, a plate of meat was already put into the pot.

Within a few seconds, the meat was already pink.

"Come on, come on, eat, eat, eat."

Who knows that the girl is an expert? The two of them followed her rhythm and chatted with chopsticks.

Despite his young age, he is a very particular eater when it comes to sesame seed pancakes. He also knows how to pour the sesame sauce onto the plate to dip it into the meat. Otherwise, if the mutton with soup is placed directly in the bowl, the sesame sauce will leak out.

But Xu Xin didn't know that he took the bowl directly.

I dipped some in the sauce and took a bite.

Don't tell me yet...

His eyes lit up.

Ouch, I hate you so much~

Although the taste is not as good as the sheep at home, it is quite comfortable to eat.

In an instant, he was satisfied.

But the girl who had seen all his reactions showed a proud smile with a little satisfaction on her face.

If not for anything else, just to fight for the delicious food in my hometown.

…

Xu Xin originally wanted to chat while eating and ask about the business of cross talk with sesame cakes.

After all, he was quite curious.

But I watched this child use chopsticks one after another as if he was having fun.

Although he didn't believe that the leader Guo, who looked like a person on stage, would deduct money from his apprentice, but he was eating so well, so it wouldn't be good if he kept chatting with him.

So I chatted with Yang Mi while eating, all about some local delicacies in Yanjing.

With the girl's very professional description of the ingredients and how to eat them, he became very interested in these snacks.

Make an appointment to try it together next time... pig braised in water.

Soon, the bottom of the bowl of condiments was gone.

It's so rare that it's unbelievable.

Xu Xin asked for another bowl of condiments and followed the girl's instructions to mix his own.

As soon as it came into my mouth, it tasted wrong.

He looked up and looked up at the girl who was munching on radishes like a rabbit, explaining to herself why Shawo radishes were the best in Jinmen. He turned around and asked the boss to serve him another seasoning.

"Please help me adjust it."

"Well……"

The girl holding the carrot stick in her mouth was stunned, while the sesame seed cake next to her who also had about the same seasoning asked in confusion:

"What's up, Brother Xu."

"The food I prepared myself is not delicious."

"Really? Let me try..."

If Xu Xin's condiment in the bowl was extremely thin simply because he didn't know how to eat it, then the sesame paste was completely eaten up by Xu Xin's fighting power.

While Yang Mi was helping Xu Xin with the seasoning, he took Xu Xin's bowl, picked out the meat and tasted it...

"It's the same~"

"It's different, my bowl is a bit bitter."

"No……"

"Why did I lie to you..."

"Then I'll eat your bowl."

"Let's eat."

Listening to the conversation between the two, the girl who originally wanted to put some soybean curd thought about it and took a little less.

Handed it to him again:

"Here, have a taste."
To be continued...