Mr. Cheng Shouxue dipped some ingredients on the plate. Although he couldn't stand the taste of garlic for a while, he subconsciously felt that Mr. Xue was right.

Lamb slices are in the mouth...

A scent of garlic echoed in his mouth. Cheng Shou coughed twice and said, "It's a bit choking..." Then he chewed a few times subconsciously, and his tongue touched the fat and tender lamb... This moment was a perfect blend, and the fat mutton taste echoed in Cheng Shou's mouth with the slight spicy taste of the hot pot seasoning.

Cheng Shou's tongue seemed to be electrocuted, and the lightning rushed into his eyes, and he seemed to see a lightning bolt standing in front of him.

"What a wonderful taste..." Cheng Shou did not say it, and silently savored it in his heart.

The gentleman picked up another slice of mutton, which was without dipping sauce, so he could eat whatever he wanted.

When Cheng Shou came to his senses, his heart was dominated by the desire to eat mutton slices. He couldn't help but salvage the remaining mutton slices in the hot pot, but he didn't get it after a long time of salvage. He said depressedly: "Huh? Why is it gone?"

"If you don't have it, add it..." The gentleman took out the plate of mutton slices from the food box and added them all.

Cheng Shou looked at the mutton slices put into the pot and swallowed in a very concealed manner.

The gentleman filled the city guard with wine and said, "Come on, have a drink."

The gentleman called out a few words, and then Cheng Shou reluctantly retracted his gaze that was staring at the mutton slices and said, "Okay, good... drink, drink."

Small pot of fine wine mutton,

Confidants and friends will be together forever.

"Huh, Huh..." Cheng Shou had just finished drinking a glass of wine, and quickly picked up a piece of hot mutton, and ate it whole without even having to burn it.

The gentleman smiled without saying a word, picked up a slice of mutton and dipped it in sauce to cool down.

Cheng Shou had just finished eating a slice of mutton, and immediately picked up another slice. He ate several slices in a row, but the gentleman still put the slice there.

"Why don't you eat sir?" Cheng Shou felt a little undespicable, but at the moment of food, Mr. is also a brother who often drinks. He doesn't have so much face and is not ashamed. It's good to have a good meal.

The gentleman said, "I like to eat something slightly cooler, otherwise it will be a bit hot."

"Is it hot? It's not hot..." Cheng Shou finished speaking, and then went to the pot to pick up the mutton slices. This time, after picking up the mutton slices with chopsticks, he blew it and waited patiently for a few seconds before he could get in.

In fact, the temperature of the hot pot is still OK. Although it is specially made honeycomb coal, the temperature is not very high.

The two of them drank and ate meat. Chengzhang had a great appetite and the speed of serving dishes became faster and faster. Soon the dishes in the food box disappeared.

The gentleman said embarrassedly: "This food box is too small and doesn't bring so many dishes..."

"It's okay, I'll ask the chef to serve the food." Cheng Shu clapped his hands, the guard guard at the door came in, and bowed, "What are the instructions of sir?"

Cheng Shou nodded and asked, "Have the chef's dishes been cut?"

"It should be cut soon..." The guard was a little surprised. Usually, the city guards drank very slowly and wanted to eat more time so that they could talk to the gentleman more, so they asked the chef to cook slowly every time. This time, they didn't know why it was so fast, but they didn't know how to answer for a while.

The city guard saw what the guard thought and said, "Go and urge the chef to cut more mutton slices and beef slices, and try to cut them thinner."

The gentleman added this time: "The fish fillets are also good, put them in the pot and they are very tender."

"Yes!" The guard took the order and left.

Cheng Shou quickly turned around the hot pot with chopsticks for a few more times, but he didn't get anything. He put down his chopsticks in a disappointment, raised his glass, and said, "Sir, drink."

The gentleman raised his glass and clinked.

After drinking, Cheng Shou put down his wine glass, dipped it in a hot pot soup with chopsticks, and said, "Sir, I wonder if this hot pot soup can be drunk?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!