my hungry husband

Chapter 33: Chi Guo and Hot Pot 3

Jiang Mingyu was surprised by Anle's question, and Jiang Mingyu expected him to be thinking wildly again, so she said: "Of course, everything has a spirit. As long as there is spirit energy, the creatures bred in the heaven and earth in ancient times will continue to reproduce. It’s just that human activities are more active now, and those ancient artifacts are hard to see.”

When An Le heard this, she regained her spirits, and didn't dare to directly ask Jiang Ming about Yu Chiguo, so she picked someone she knew well and asked, "Is there a dragon in that?"

Jiang Mingyu said: "Yes, even now, people like to use the power of dragons. Dragons are fierce, they dominate water and thunder, and they can subdue ghosts. Dragon patterns are auspicious, and they are engraved on many utensils to suppress evil. These are the existence of dragons. Traces, if there are no dragons in this world, how can the purple energy come from the east?"

"Wow." An Le exclaimed, "I really want to see a real dragon."

His eyes rolled around Jiang Mingyu's body.

So, what will Jiang Mingyu be?

When An Le thought of the description about Chiguo in the book, he became entangled. Chiguo loves to eat ghosts, just like Jiang Mingyu.But Jiang Mingyu is so good-looking, and Chiguo is a fat man with a big snake hanging on his body, so they can't be connected together.

An Le frowned in confusion, Jiang Mingyu thought he wanted to see the dragon, so she said, "If you want to see those ancient relics, it depends on chance."

An Le is very confident about the matter of chance: "Demons and ghosts like me so much, maybe I can also attract beasts." He continued to look at Jiang Mingyu, and asked directly, "Boss, do you know Chiguo?"

After An Le finished speaking, he wanted to bite his own tongue. Of course the boss knew about Chi Guo, what kind of strange problem he was having.

Jiang Mingyu was stunned, and after a little association, he understood his intentions. She didn't know what to say, so she raised her hand and tapped his forehead lightly, and said, "Chi Guo also called Father Huang to swallow the evil god. Strange, they don’t eat anything else but ghosts, which are harder to see than dragons.”

An Le's forehead was knocked, and he didn't dare to continue searching, so he could only grab the quilt and asked another question: "Boss, have you seen those ancient objects?"

Jiang Mingyu didn't answer, just stretched out her hand, covered his eyes, covered his curious gaze, and said, "Go to bed early, maybe you can see it in your dream."

The hands on the eye sockets were cool, but reassuring. Anle closed his eyes, and Jiang Mingyu felt his eyelashes brush against his palms, bringing a slightly itchy feeling.

"Then I'm going to sleep, I have everything in my dream, good night."

After a while, Anle's breathing became long, and she fell asleep like a pig.

Jiang Mingyu stared at him for a while, making sure he was fast asleep, then got up and left.

That night, An Le dreamed that he was flying in the sky on a silver-white giant dragon, and the wind was chasing after him. With a roar, he led him to run on the field, and then a Pixiu caught up with him, and the Pixiu hit Taotie with his body, An Le rolled off Taotie's back and fell into Chiguo's mouth.

An Le was woken up by the general's cry in the morning. He lay on the bed, stretched himself, and smacked his lips to think about it. Sure enough, there was everything in his dream.

There was actually an exam today. An Le left for school very early, and he thought about it. What should happen will always happen, and you can’t hide from it. Jiang Mingyu said that there is no hostility or resentment, which means it is not very dangerous. An Le believes what Jiang Mingyu said, the boss will definitely not be wrong.

An Le quickly finished filling out the test paper. He estimated that he could get more than 90 points, but he couldn't do two questions, which made him a little regretful.

An Le handed in the papers ahead of time and walked out of the classroom.

It's still early, and everything went smoothly this morning. Maybe the dream last night gave him courage, and An Le suddenly had an idea.

He walked out of the school gate and called a car, instead of going home, he went to the intersection where the accident happened.

He felt that he could not escape and should take the initiative to attack.

When they arrived at the place, An Le got off the taxi and stood still on the side of the street.

He looked up at the intersection. It is said that the car accident that day was caused by a car out of control, causing a series of collisions. Many cars caught fire and exploded on the spot. The scene was very tragic.Now two days have passed, the road has been cleared, vehicles and pedestrians are coming and going, and it is not at all obvious that there has been an accident here.

Except for the bouquets of flowers placed under street lamps.

The yellow and white chrysanthemums leaned there quietly, out of tune with the busy traffic next to them, with their own calm and desolation.

An Le felt uncomfortable, those who died also had their own relatives, they ran into the underworld, how sad the family members must be.

An Le stood on the side of the road for about 10 to [-] minutes. He didn't see anything except vehicles passing by him.

So those people really went with the errands, right?What about the one in the library.

An Le couldn't figure it out for a long time, so he might as well go home. He walked a few steps along the road and was stopped suddenly.

"Little brother, it's time for lunch, come to our store to eat, the opening of the new store has a big discount."

Who are you calling the little brother? You are the little brother. An Le glared at the man who stopped him. The man was wearing a chef uniform and a red welcome ribbon, and he stuffed the flyer into An Le's hand. She looked no older than An Le.

An Le took the leaflet and looked at it. The background color was red, and there was a large pot printed on it. Red oil soup was gurgling in the pot. The soup was full of sliced ​​meat and peppers, and it was still steaming white.

It turned out to be an advertisement for a hot pot restaurant. An Le raised his head. Seeing that An Le had carefully read his leaflet, the man quickly said to him, "Our shop is right next door. It's very affordable and tastes good."

What is the taste of hot pot, and now it is summer, how hot it is to eat hot pot.

An Le looked in the direction the man pointed. The shop was on the side of the road, with a red signboard and red silk hanging on it. There was a flower basket for the opening at the door, but it was deserted and there were no customers.

No one eats it, so it probably doesn't taste very good.

An Le accepted the flyer, declined, "I'll take another look." Then she turned around and left.

Who knew that the man seemed to see An Le's thoughts, grabbed him, and must explain for his own shop: "Little brother, our hot pot is really delicious. The boss's secret base and ingredients have been passed down for hundreds of years. It's also fresh. The peppercorns are all brought from Sichuan. They are numb and fragrant. The shabu-shabu is so delicious. You are guaranteed to feel refreshed from head to toe after eating. It is also cheap, only [-]% off the price, Let you enjoy the service of Haidilao, as well as fashionable pot bases for young people, such as curry pot, tomato pot, seafood pot, don’t you want to try it?”

After hearing this, An Le couldn't help but said, "That's so good, but there's no one in the shop."

The man immediately became depressed and said, "Little brother, there's no way, it's our bad luck, as soon as our store opened, just..."

An Le turned to look at the intersection, and immediately understood that there was a car accident in front of the store just after opening, and the scene of the accident was so miserable, who would come here to eat hot pot?

It's... a bit sympathetic indeed.

Seeing that Anle was a little loose, the young man in the store took out a dozen coupons and stuffed them into his hand, saying, "It's okay if you don't eat today, and you can bring your classmates later. The store has air-conditioning, and the air-conditioning is very strong. You can eat hot pot in summer." , and another case of cold beer, how delicious it is."

Seeing that the clerk was very sincere, An Le put away the coupons and said that she would come over when she was free.

When he left, the clerk waved to him, looking reluctant to leave.

It's too miserable. When this kind of thing happened, the store didn't know if it could get back the money. An Le wiped away tears of sympathy.

After being dragged and talked for a long time by the clerk, the apprehension when he came was gone, and before Anle left, he looked at the intersection again, but there was still nothing.

He relieved himself and went home.

Seeing that the exam week is coming to an end, An Le doesn't have a class. He usually spends a lot of time with the Management Academy, and now he doesn't have classes and can't see the buddies who play games together.

If it's delayed, it will be summer vacation. An Le doesn't know if Yan Zhinan is a local. If he wants to go back to his hometown, he won't be able to see him for two months.

So An Le took the hot pot coupon she got that day and went to the library gate to block Yan Zhinan.

If you go in, you dare not go in, you only dare to wait at the door.

An Le was inexplicably a little timid towards Yan Zhinan, he thought it would be better to invite him in person.

Yan Zhinan must be typing in the library.

Sure enough, when An Le was approaching the meal time, he saw Yan Zhinan coming out with a computer bag on his back. He was wearing an otaku cultural shirt as usual today, but the pattern on his chest changed from a beautiful girl with big eyes to a loli with three heads and a bun.

An Le felt that Yan Zhinan should change his taste.

"Yan Zhinan!" An Le rushed up to stop him, Yan Zhinan put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his head, An Le saw the disgust of "Why is it you again" in his eyes.

An Le cleared her throat and said, "I've agreed to invite you to dinner. It's almost summer vacation. When will you be free?"

Yan Zhinan frowned and thought about it for a long time. He probably felt that if he didn't agree with An Le, he would keep harassing him, so he said, "Just today, what do you eat?"

thump!An Le showed the coupon: "Eat hot pot!"

Yan Zhinan wanted to pick him up and shake him upside down, to see what was going on in his mind, and said, "Eating hot pot in summer, are you stupid?"

"Your old thinking doesn't work. You only eat hot pot in summer. There are ice cream and beer." Anyway, Yan Zhinan has already agreed, and An Le is very happy. "Let's go, eat whatever you want, and be full."

Yan Zhinan had nothing to do with him, so he followed him to the hotpot restaurant.

After everyone sat down at the table, Yan Zhinan pointed to Cheng Miaoqiu who was opposite and said, "Why is she here?"

An Le said: "It's more lively to eat with one more person. I'm just good friends with you two at school. Let's treat you to a meal together."

Wait a minute, when did he get the position of "best friend"?Yan Zhinan couldn't believe it, the two of them didn't say a few words in total, right?

Cheng Miaoqiu, who was more carefree than Anle, said: "Oh, you should feel honored to have dinner with a beautiful girl like me."

An Le made a vomiting expression.

Yan Zhinan lowered his head and supported his glasses, and said to himself, "I still like to force relationships so much."

An Le didn't hear what he was saying, and asked, "What are you talking about, do you eat spicy food?"

Yan Zhinan said loudly to his head: "Eat everything!"

There were still not many customers in this hot pot restaurant. The waiters were very enthusiastic about Anle and the three of them, and even gave them an extra platter.

They ordered mandarin duck pot, spicy base and clear soup. Cheng Miaoqiu also wanted curry pot base, but was rejected by two male students.

The most important thing about hot pot is the soup base and seasoning. The soup base should be full of five flavors and rich in layers. Floating in the red soup with the peppercorns one by one, and covered with a layer of bright red oil, the mouth will automatically secrete saliva when you look at it.

Cheng Miaoqiu copied an Internet celebrity dipping sauce recipe from the Internet, and adjusted the sauce to herself; when it comes to dipping sauce, Anle has a northern taste, and likes sesame sauce and chive flowers, mix the two together, and add oyster sauce, while Yan Zhinan I took a plate of dried chili powder directly.

The moment the thin fat beef slices are put into the soup, it turns from red to white, the lean part rolls up, and the white oily edge becomes transparent. After boiling, pick it up immediately, dip it in the prepared sauce, and eat it fat Tender and fragrant, Anle can finish two plates of beef by himself.

Yan Zhinan was still disgusted just now, and he was not polite when he started eating. He picked up the plate and used chopsticks to separate the shrimp into pieces, and put them all into the pot.

The prawns were cooked when they slipped out of the pot. He took a colander and fished them into the soup, and immediately scooped up all the glistening white prawns.

In an instant, two pairs of chopsticks reached out and grabbed a lot of food from the spoon and put it into the bowl.

Yan Zhinan glared at the two of them, while An Le and Cheng Miaoqiu looked at him and giggled.

The three young people ate hot pot with the momentum of ten people. In the end, they were full. An Le patted his belly and said, "Wooooow, I'm so touched."

Cheng Miaoqiu asked puzzledly: "Eat a hot pot and you will be moved? Next time, go eat Japanese food?"

An Le waved his hand: "You don't understand, less vinegar."

"Vinegar? Over there." Cheng Miaoqiu really didn't understand.

An Le only ate this hot pot from before time travel to now, and the classmates who ate with him have also changed, and most of the bottle of vinegar he brought from time travel was used by Jiang Mingyu to dip the ghost and ate it into his stomach.

An Le thought of these things, and felt a little emotional.

This store seems to be really short of customers, and even gave them free ice cream. Cheng Miaoqiu scooped up rum balls and said, "This store tastes good and is generous. Why is no one coming?"

Yan Zhinan is a big boy who actually likes the taste of green tea. An Le watched him pick up the green ice cream with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, and felt that he was worthy of being an otaku.

Cheng Miaoqiu came to understand while talking: "Oh, I know, there was a big car accident here a while ago."

An Le quickly stopped her: "Please don't mention it, I just finished eating."

He just got rid of the psychological shadow of eleven ghosts, don't let him think about it again.

After eating the hot pot, the stomachs of the three of them were all swollen. They walked out of the hot pot restaurant, and the people in the restaurant sent them off together: "Welcome again!"

Cheng Miaoqiu was moved by the hot pot restaurant's strong desire to survive, and said that she would help with publicity when she went back.

Cheng Miaoqiu and Yan Zhinan wanted to go back to school, An Le simply said, "Then I'll go home directly, Yan Zhinan, you are responsible for sending the beautiful girl back."

Yan Zhinan waved his hand, saying that there is no need to say more.

Cheng Miaoqiu also waved: "Thank you, Baby An, who came home obediently, for treating me to dinner today, and saying hello to my beautiful uncle for me."

An Le: "..."

An Le bid farewell to the two "good friends" and went back alone. He was too stuffed and was going to call a car on the side of the road.

I enjoyed this hot pot meal today, especially when I ate it with the friends I made after time travel, and I was even happier.

Eating hot pot is really a good way to promote feelings.

An Le's heart felt hot and hot, and he was very happy. He stood on the curb, glanced at the intersection casually, and a basin of ice water was poured on his fiery heart, which almost gave him a heart attack.

At the intersection not far away, there are uneven jet-black figures standing, tall and short, fat and thin, count them carefully...

No more, no less, exactly eleven. ...,,