The Local Lazy Man System

"Okay, please take a seat at table 7, and I'll bring you the hot pot bottom right away." The proprietress pointed to the position of table 7 and said to Ye Rongrong and the others.

Ye Rongyao and Liu Qingqing came to table number 7 and sat down. Ye Rongyao looked at the table strangely. It was a rectangular table with four pits slightly larger than a water bottle, about twenty many centimeters deep.

"Wife, what are these holes for?"

Ye Rongrong asked curiously. After all, Ye Rongrong was the first time to come to this kind of self-service hot pot restaurant, and he didn't know much about the facilities inside.

"Hehe, hubby, it seems that you have never eaten hot pot buffet. This is for setting the bottom of the hot pot. Look at the switches on the side of the table, which are used to adjust the temperature of the bottom of the pot. Going up is to increase the heat. , the next step is to turn down the heat, and when the bottom of the pot comes, you will understand how to operate it, it's very simple."

Liu Qingqing said with a smile. Seeing his man's puzzled look, Liu Qingqing was very happy that he finally had something that his man didn't know.

The three pot bottoms were delivered within two minutes. I saw a waiter bring a small round iron pot with boiling water, put it on the hole on the table, turn on the switch on the side of the table, and the boiling water on the iron pot began to bubble. .

"Is this the bottom of the pot? Why does it look like boiled water? How can I eat hot pot?"

Looking at the bubbling boiling water, Ye Rongrong asked suspiciously. After all, Ye Yaoyao had also eaten hot pot, and all hot pot had a bottom, but he had never seen the bottom of the pot look like boiled water, with at most a few chili flakes floating on it.

This is also the bottom of the pot, it is really too simple.

"Haha, hubby, just go get the food you like later, just put it in this pot and brush it. Husband, let's go pick the food." Liu Qingqing stood up with Ye Rongyao in his hand and said.

Follow Liu Qingqing to the food selection area, pick up an empty tray, and start to choose what you like to eat in the food selection area. There are a variety of dishes in it. Ye Rongrong picked up a few shed bowls and put them on the tray. Using the clip placed on the vegetable plate, I took some fried dough sticks, chestnuts, taro, Xianggu, and mutton into the shed bowl. After seeing that there was nothing to eat, I took the plate and went back.

"Husband. You don't have many things." Liu Qingqing saw that Ye Rongyao's plate was only a few things, and not many. just said.

"Haha, you already have enough, I don't need to take so much. Otherwise, it will be wasted if you can't finish it." Yerong Yao said seriously.

Ye Rongrong developed the habit of not wasting food when he was very young.

Ye Rongyao's family used to be very poor. Living in the mountains, my mother only goes to the town to buy some vegetables once a week.

These dishes are usually eaten for a week, and a piece of chicken is reluctant to eat several meals in a row. Sometimes the dishes accidentally fall on the ground and are picked up and washed with water. Then eat, if anyone dares to waste food, they will be on the bench.

When I was a child, I was busy with farming. Eight or nine-year-old Ye Rongyao often went up and down the mountain to deliver meals with his sister who was two years older than him. In the scorching summer, he watched his parents suffer in the farmland.

So Ye Rongyao knew very well how inappropriate the grains on the table were. Ye Rongyao felt ashamed of any food waste. Although the price of food was relatively low, it was not easy to come by.

Although Ye Rongyao had always been a lazy person who didn't like to work, it didn't mean that Ye Rongrong didn't know that the food was hard to come by.

Therefore, Ye Rongyao developed the habit of not wasting food since he was a child. Of course, there is another important reason, that is, Ye Rongyao's parents can't see the behavior of their children wasting food. If Ye Rongyao dare not eat the rice, his father's bench is always ready. .

Even if Ye Rongyao is very rich now, food waste is still not allowed. Every time his wife can't eat rice, Ye Rongyao will take it and eat it.

Ye Rongrong remembers that the first poem he learned in elementary school was "Hoeing the Weeds". "When the day of hoeing the weeds is noon, sweat drips down the soil; who knows that the food on the plate is hard work." It shows how much the ancients valued the hard-won food .

It's just that nowadays people are becoming wasteful, especially those with some money or some power. They regard waste as a manifestation of their prestige and power. Every meal is extravagant and wasteful.

"Husband, come and eat Xianggu, I'm already cooked." Liu Qingqing picked up Xianggu in his pot and brought it to Ye Rongyao's mouth.

Ye Rongyao opened his mouth and swallowed the dish that Liu Qingqing brought to his mouth. After chewing it twice, he ate it in his mouth. It was slightly spicy, and the taste was really bad.

Ye Rongyao is now a chef at the level of the god of cooking, and the corresponding is also a gourmet. In Ye Rongyao's opinion, the bottom of this hot pot is really not good, just add some salt, monosodium glutamate, pepper, etc. to boiling water, there is nothing special. hot pot sauce.

"Wife, you are pregnant now, you should pay attention to food hygiene and use a pair of chopsticks. Use these chopsticks for raw dishes, and use clean chopsticks for cooked food."

Ye Rongrong said to Liu Qingqing. After all, there will be some bacteria in this raw food. If you eat cooked food with chopsticks that have eaten raw food, there will be a danger of bacteria entering from your mouth.

Many people's diseases are caused by eating unclean food, which is often said that "disease comes from the mouth", and as a pregnant woman, Liu Qingqing, whether it is herself or the child in her belly, has a stronger resistance than her own. Ordinary people are lower, so we should pay more attention to healthy diet.

Originally, Ye Rongrong didn't really want his wife to eat this hot pot, but seeing how his wife wanted to eat it, he had to accompany her, but he must pay attention to hygiene.

"Um."

Liu Qingqing obediently took out another pair of clean chopsticks. Liu Qingqing also knew that pregnant women must pay attention to personal hygiene, otherwise it will affect the health of their children.

"Husband, how is it? It tastes good." Liu Qingqing asked when he saw that his man was starting to eat hot pot.

"It's alright, I can eat it."

Ye Rongrong said. Although Ye Rongyao is very good at cooking now, he is not a picky eater himself. Ye Rongyao can eat delicious food, and Ye Rongyao can still eat bad food.

In the words of the rural people, it comes from "the appetite is very good, and the food is fragrant".

"Hehe, I'll eat and see."

Liu Qingqing put a piece of pork in his mouth and took two bites. Liu Qingqing put down his chopsticks. Suddenly, Liu Qingqing felt that the self-service hot pot he used to like was so bad that it was a little hard to put his mouth down.

So what will happen?

It seems that his stomach has been spoiled by the delicious food made by his man, and the food outside is not to his appetite.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Rongrong looked at Liu Qingqing, who put down his chopsticks suspiciously, and asked with a little frown.

"Husband, you have spoiled my appetite, and I can't eat this self-service hot pot."

Liu Qingqing said a little embarrassedly, the self-service hot pot that I thought was delicious before, but now it really has no taste at all. Compared with the meals made by my man, it is a world of difference.

In fact, Liu Qingqing didn't know that she used to eat self-service hot pot in a high-end hot pot restaurant in Beijing. The taste must be much better than that of the hot pot restaurant in this small county. The food tastes a lot worse.

Now that he is used to eating delicious food, Liu Qingqing must have no appetite for this self-service hot pot that tastes very ordinary.

"It's okay, don't eat it if you can't eat it, and go to eat something else later."

Ye Rongrong said. This self-service hot pot is not good, Ye Rongrong wished that his wife would eat less or not even eat it.

"Husband, I took too much just now, and now I have no appetite. What should I do with these dishes?"

Liu Qingqing looked at the pile of vegetables in his pot and said. If I knew that this hot pot was so unpalatable, I wouldn't take so many dishes. It's a pity to waste it, but I don't have the desire to eat it.

"It's okay, I can eat these."

Ye Rongrong said. Now Ye Yaoyao's appetite is very big, not to mention such a little thing, even if it is twice as much, Ye Yaoyao can eat it.

Even Ye Rongrong himself felt that he was about to become a rice bucket.

"Husband, I'll feed you."

Saying that, Liu Qingqing picked up a piece of potato chips from his own pot and brought it to Ye Rongyao's mouth.

"good to eat."

Although the potato chips didn't taste good, the behavior of his wife feeding him personally made Ye Guangyao feel very beautiful, and the potato chips immediately became much more delicious.

"Husband, eat this mutton again."

Ye Rongyao just swallowed the potato chips that Liu Qingqing sent over, and Liu Qingqing started to pick up the mutton and bring it to Ye Rongyao's mouth.

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"This man is so happy, too, let such a beautiful woman feed him hot pot, isn't it shabby for us bachelors? God will strike this man away. ."

The man who sat at the innermost looking at Ye Glory and the others said to the bachelors at his table with a look of jealousy.

"Show affection, die fast!"

A bachelor's heart dripped blood, and he couldn't help cursing Ye Rongrong and them in his heart.

"Wife, look at other people's wives feeding their husbands, you should study." A young man said to his wife who was sitting opposite him.

"Since this woman came into the store, your eyes have never left her, and you still want me to feed you. Why don't you die?"

The woman said to her husband very upset. If it wasn't for a public place, and if you had to pay attention to the influence, women would really want to slap their men.

This is simply ignoring the existence of his own wife.

...

Under the discussion and strange eyes of everyone in the store, Liu Qingqing fed his man hot pot, and spent almost an hour eating all the food in the two pots.

"Uh... I've finally finished eating, hehe, this meal is a bit full." Ye Rongyao said while rubbing his bulging belly with a smile.

Eating hot pot is really easy to get bloated. Ye Rongyao felt that he didn't eat a lot, but his stomach already felt a little full.

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