After a while, someone said, "This knife skills are amazing! I just counted it, just a piece of frozen mutton the size of a palm. Miss Fengjiao can actually peel out more than a hundred rolls!"

The person who was talking was nothing but Lao Qin who brought his wife and granddaughter to the hotpot restaurant to taste delicious food.

"I just don't know what kind of dishes should Miss Fengjiao use these cut mutton rolls to make?" Lao Xue, who was sitting next to her, also swallowed her saliva.

Everyone knows this is a hot pot restaurant.

But what kind of hot pot is, everyone has never seen it before, let alone eaten it.

Feng Jiao had already taken out a second piece of frozen mutton.

At this moment, she completely blocked the praises from everyone around her, and her shocked gaze had already entered a state of being a natural world.

The little chef didn't raise his head, and he acted like lightning.

He loves to talk and laugh. Every time before entering the kitchen to cook, he always likes to say hello to the guests. When the little chef who listens to their evaluation of their craftsmanship, he now holds the kitchen knife and changes his soul. His eyes are calm and his movements are sharp. His tight lips are thinner. Compared with her round baby face, he actually exudes a bit of evil spirit.

It seemed as if she was no longer a little chef who was cutting frozen mutton in the kitchen, but had become a swordsman who was facing thousands of troops and still held the sword in his hand with ease.

After cutting the second piece of mutton, Feng Jiao raised her head and nodded to Chef Wang. Chef Wang began to stand on another table more than one meter away from Feng Jiao, and cut the frozen mutton with the same technique.

At this time, the waiters in the restaurant, led by Qianmo who came to help, began to introduce various special hot pots, soup bases, various shabu dishes and dipping sauces to the guests, helping them choose their favorite hot pot dishes.

Fengfu Hotpot Restaurant currently has three options: nine-grid, double-double pot and single-person hotpot.

Among them, the bottom of the pot is divided into four types: clear soup pot, spicy pot, mushroom soup pot, and seafood pot.

There are three types of sauces: spicy, slightly spicy and non-spicy.

As for the shabu-shabu, there are particularly many varieties.

There are magnolia vegetables, jade cabbage, earthen fruit slices, mutton rolls, fat beef rolls, tripe, loaves, vermicelli, various mushrooms, various fish balls, meatballs, white jade tofu, etc., and there are dozens of varieties.

Everyone has the freedom to choose and match the flavor they love the most.

Lao Qin ordered a double pot that can not only take care of children who cannot eat spicy food, but also satisfy his desires.

Looking at the spicy pot bottom that kept rolling and emitting a fresh and spicy aroma, Qin Shihan couldn't help but stretched her neck to see the clear soup pot on her side, but saw that there were only some scallions, ginger, red dates, mushrooms and other ingredients rolling in the pot, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The little girl looked at the spicy pot on Lao Qin's side, pouted her mouth, and her little face collapsed.

At this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded beside her: "Shihan, do you want your sister to teach you mutton hotpot?"

听见了那道声音,秦诗涵的一双眼睛都亮了起来:“凤娇姐姐!”

Feng Jiao looked at Qin Shihan with a smile, holding a pair of public chopsticks in her hand, picked up a piece of mutton as thin as paper, and put it into the bottom of the rolled-out soup pot.

Soon, the slice of mutton was rolled into a soft ball under the action of boiling water...
Chapter completed!