After Xiren washed the mountain red, she served it to them.
She was very well-behaved and sensible.Or rather, too sensible.
She didn't save even a single mountain red for herself.
Xu Mo picked out seven or eight and shared them with her.
"You are quite good to your maid." Li Jing's eyes softened a little when he looked at Xu Mo. It's not that he empathized with Xiren. It's
just...
someone who can be so good to a maid must be a loyal and virtuous person, although... his mouth may be a little smelly, Li Jing said, looking at Cheng Yaojin who was still scolding the parrot.
Xu Mo waved his hand and continued chatting with them. He didn't intend to delve into this topic any further.
They talked for less than half an hour.
Cheng Yaojin's servants brought beef, mutton and vegetables one after another. These vegetables had been processed long ago, cut neatly, placed in food boxes and cooled with ice.
They were all the freshest.
With the experience of lunch, Xiren skillfully lit the charcoal basin, placed the mandarin duck pot that had been washed at noon on the charcoal basin, and filled it with water.
Xu Mo sat lazily, and Xiren sat beside him.
Li Jing, Cheng Yaojin, and Yuchi Jingde, the three of them stared at this slightly strange pot in a trance and fell into a huge silence.
Cheng Yaojin hesitated for a while, and slowly said: "Shopkeeper, why is there clear water in this pot."
"What about the half pot of soup like at noon?"
Xu Mo waved his hand: "Don't worry, just wait for the water to boil."
Boiling water?
Could it be that... clear water can turn into that pot of red soup?
They waited patiently, and it didn't take long for the water to boil. Soon, bubbles began to bubble up.
Cheng Yaojin looked at Xu Mo. He wanted to see how this shop owner turned clear water into a pot of fragrant red soup at noon.
Xu Mo stood up and took out a bag of hot pot base from the counter. He tore it open along the teeth, and then poured the base into half of the pot.
The red oil gradually melted, and the fragrance gradually floated up.
Cheng Yaojin and the other three fell into a huge silence again.
This...
So this is how this pot of soup is cooked!
"Is this also a product in the shop?" Cheng Yaojin looked down at the base material melting, pursed his lips, and asked with some complexity.
Xu Mo nodded: "Yes, it's hot pot base. Add water and boil it together, and it's a pot of hot pot."
"And it's not very expensive, only fifty coins a piece."
Cheng Yaojin felt his fist harden.
"Give me a hundred of this hot pot base..." Li Jing started, just about to say that he would prepare more for himself, but then he thought of something and asked, "Does this hot pot base have a shelf life?" "
About a year." Xu Mo replied casually.
Hot pot bases are all vacuum packed, so their shelf life is longer.
A year...
This time is not short.
Li Jing counted with his fingers: "Then the store should prepare a hundred for me."
Xu Mo paused, looked at Li Jing, his expression was a little complicated: "You... eat hot pot every day."
"Good things should be used frequently." Li Jing said as a matter of course.
Xu Mo shook his head: "That's true, but... eating too much hot pot can easily cause inflammation and oral ulcers. You don't want to have to suffer every day when going to the toilet."
"The store owner is kind. Aren't you afraid that I will change my mind and buy less?" Li Jing shook his head and laughed.
Xu Mo glanced at him: "You are old, and I am afraid that you don't know how to avoid certain foods and get sick from eating."
When doing a business like this, the most fearful thing is that you are conscientious and the food is safe and healthy, but something goes wrong. Someone eats too much in a hurry and gets sick from eating.
Especially...
this person's identity.
Xu Mo can't think of another person who can joke with Cheng Yaojin, has the surname Li, and leaves his name on the list as "Pharmacist Li".
A duke, if he really gets greedy and gets into trouble from eating, don't blame me for not reminding him in advance.
"How could I be that kind of person!" Li Jing said seriously.
The parrot stepped on Cheng Yaojin's head and spat a piece of mountain red fruit core at Li Jing: "Bald, bald."
Li Jing glared at him.
Good fellow, you are bullying me together with your master, right?
Xu Mo ignored him. Seeing that the base material had completely melted and bubbles were bubbling, he took the lead and picked up a piece of beef tripe and stuffed it into the pot: "This hot pot is about shabu-shabu."
"Why should I tell you to cut the ingredients thinly? It's for this shabu-shabu."
"Otherwise, what's the difference from cooking soup?"
As he spoke, his chopsticks rose and fell in the hot pot: "This tripe is the essence of hot pot. It's about seven ups and eight downs."
"Count it yourself, lift it seven times and put it in eight times, and the tripe is ready to eat."
As he said that, he had shabu-shabued the first piece of tripe he had come to Datang. He ate it in one bite and couldn't wait to shabu-shabu the second piece.
Cheng Yaojin and the others followed suit.
Although... they wanted to eat meat, seeing the store owner so eager to eat the tripe, they became curious about the taste of the tripe
The first chopsticks also picked up the tripe.
After rinsing it up and down, he put it in his mouth.
After just the first bite, the special crisp taste made them stare wide-eyed - it was too surprising, this was clearly the offal that they looked down upon before, but it was so delicious.
Then, the hot spiciness came.
The three men who claimed to be heroes of the Tang Dynasty couldn't help but gasp. They
raised their wine glasses and took a sip of wine.
Only Xiren was honest. She picked up a piece of tripe and rinsed it, and then rinsed it in clean water. She had no psychological burden when eating offal.
Even a scum like her father could sometimes pick up some offal - although it was all pig offal and she was not qualified to eat it, but she knew that offal was not a precious thing.
"So spicy!" After taking a sip of wine, Cheng Yaojin exhaled, "Is this the same spice as the spicy strips?"
Xu Mo nodded, and scalded another piece of beef, first passing it to Xiren, and then to himself.
Looking at the three men with red faces, he smiled secretly in his heart.
He had to adapt to this spiciness.
"I don't even ask you for the recipe, I just ask, what kind of spice can cause this spiciness?" Cheng Yaojin asked curiously again.
He was really curious.
He also tried a lot of spices at home, garlic, pepper, wasabi... He tried everything that could make it spicy, but none of them had this pure spicy taste.
Xu Mo smiled, and quickly snatched the beef that Cheng Yaojin was scalding in the pot: "This, is my secret recipe."
"You little thief!" Cheng Yaojin didn't bother to ask about the pepper anymore, and began to try to get his beef back.
But he was no match for Xu Mo.
The aroma of the hot pot and the noisy fireworks soon spread to the street.
It was almost curfew, and merchants and guests were packing up to go home. The flow of people was much greater than at noon.