That night, He Yi'an should not have the strength to cook at home, but Shelley helped him do more than half of the work, so he had the energy to cook.
It just so happened that there were ingredients for hot pot at home, so He Yi'an fulfilled his previous promise to invite Shelley to eat hot pot at home, and set up a mandarin duck pot, with red soup on one side and white soup on the other.
Seeing the mandarin duck pot, Shelley said as if she understood it very well.
"I know, you guys like yin and yang the most, this must mean yin and yang, right?"
He Yi'an smiled and didn't speak. He prepared all the things, put them neatly beside the hot pot, and said, "It's time to eat."
When Shelley walked over, she didn't understand what He Yi'an meant at all.
"It's time to eat? Vegetables and meat are raw, do you want me to eat them in my stomach and treat them as stir-fried together?"
"of course not."
He Yi'an handed Shelley a pair of chopsticks, and under Shelley's puzzled gaze, he took the initiative to pick up a thin slice of beef, placed it in the white soup and rinsed it for thirty seconds, and when he saw that the meat had changed color, he picked it out and put it in the into Shelley's dipping bowl.
Shelley looked at the sliced ??meat on top of the sesame sauce, and gave Shelley a look of disgust.
"It's so simple? It's hard for me to help you a second time, but you actually entertain something like me?"
Shelley didn't see the deliciousness of this food at all. A thin slice of meat can be eaten after just a few stirs in the boiling soup?
Every time he ate here before, He Yi'an's cooking was always very complicated.
Today, Shelley thinks that the only thing that is simpler than the boiled meat slices is oatmeal with milk.
Seeing Shelley's eyes of resistance, He Yi'an advised him to have a taste.
"Trust me, it won't taste bad."
Shelley was finally shaken by He Yi'an's words, and he tentatively put the piece of meat into his mouth.
Originally thought that what I tasted would be a faint meaty taste, the kind without seasoning.
But just after entering the mouth, the taste is quite different from what he thought.
The delicious mushroom soup brings out the tenderness of the beef slices, and the salty sesame sauce makes the beef slices taste even better.
With just one bite, he conquered him who had never eaten hot pot.
Seeing Shelley's eyes light up, He Yi'an put some of the surrounding meat and vegetables in.
Shelley stretched out his chopsticks to pick them up, but He Yi'an still had a plate in his hand, feeling anxious, he directly used the chopsticks in his hand to push away the chopsticks in Shelley's hand.
Hearing a crisp sound, the chopsticks in Shelley's hand had been shaken away.
And at this time, the meat slices in the water were still pink.
Shelley didn't know why, so she raised her eyes to He Yi'an, her eyes were full of puzzlement, and she looked a little cute.
"Don't move, I'll come."
He Yi'an sighed, and finally believed that this man was really a young master who didn't touch his fingers, so he personally fished the cooked food into a plate and placed it in front of Shelley.
Shelley was quite curious, eating for a while and observing all kinds of strange dishes for a while.
It was the first time he saw meatballs that turned out to be white, and they didn't taste like meat.
There are also yellow tofu skins piled together, which are soft in the mouth.
Although Shelley didn't understand why the skin of white tofu was yellow, it didn't affect his taste.
Just like this, while eating and exploring, Shelley remembered something halfway through the meal.
"Oh, we all forgot, is there any wine?"
He Yi'an got up and went to the wine cabinet, and saw that Shelley's favorite green plum wine had bottomed out, but the Erguotou next to it was still not opened.
He saw this bottle of Erguotou once in a supermarket and felt very kind, so he bought it and kept it at home.
This wine is so strong that even He Yi'an is not used to it.
However, He Yi'an suddenly had a bold idea, took Erguotou to the table, and introduced it to Shelley solemnly: "This is a very famous drink in our country, do you want to try it?"
Shelley would not refuse anyone, so of course he nodded.
He Yi'an took out a small cup as big as a finger circle, poured a cup for Shelley, and placed it in front of him.
"Have a taste."
Shelley has rich experience in drinking, and knows that the drinks in this small cup are all oriental spirits.
However, the small cup was also very small, and Shelley didn't want to divide it into two sips, so he lowered his head and drank it down.
butIt made the whole throat to stomach feel like it was on fire, very irritating.
Just when He Yi'an was smiling and intending to see Shelley's distressed appearance, Shelley raised the glass in his hand and couldn't help but smile, "This wine is delicious! Continue!"
He Yi'an subconsciously looked down at the bottle, and after confirming that it was Erguotou, he silently glanced at Shelley.
What kind of existence is this? For the first time to drink Erguotou, it still tastes good?
He Yi'an simply put the wine bottle on Shelley's side, and Shelley learned to eat hot pot and Erguotou without a teacher, and He Yi'an was terrified.
"Shelley, drink less."
He Yi'an looked at Erguotou's gradually empty bottle, and stopped him.
Shelley took a mouthful of instant-boiled meatballs, and looked at He Yi'an with a blank look.
It was only then that He Yi'an realized that Shelley had already drunk a little too much. His eyes were like swallows flying high, fluttering in the wind, but he skillfully picked up the wine bottle, filled the glass, and was about to pour it into his mouth. fall.
He was quickly stopped by He Yi'an.
"Listen to me, this wine has a lot of stamina, you shouldn't drink it now."
It was only then that Shelley realized that his head was a little dizzy, and it seemed that ten huskies were demolishing the house in his stomach, which made him very uncomfortable.
"That's right, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable, so I won't drink anymore."
Shelley casually pushed the wine glass to the front, leaned on the back of the chair, his fair face turned red as the wine picked up.
He Yi'an scolded himself secretly, why did he give him Erguotou.
Putting down the chopsticks, she sat beside him and observed his condition.
"Uncomfortable in the stomach? Just spit it out."
He Yi'an has also drank alcohol, so he naturally knows the simplest solution.
Shelley's head sank, and she leaned towards her side uncontrollably.
He Yi'an only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and there was an extra head in his arms. His slightly curly black hair rubbed against He Yi'an's arm, like some animal's hair, curly and soft.
"But I can't spit it out."
Shelley felt his stomach and intestines in distress, and didn't feel like vomiting at all.
With great difficulty, He Yi'an helped him up, picked up Shelley's chopsticks, and fished out something from the hot pot that he had never held for Shelley.
A long and thin strip was placed in Shelley's bowl.
"Let's eat."
Shelley is so fond of hot pot now that he doesn't even know what He Yi'an put in for him.
He ate and chewed.
"The taste is strange, but delicious, what is this?"
Then, he only listened to what He Yi'an said.
"Duck intestines."
Duck intestines.
These two words circled in his dazed mind.
The next moment, Shelley covered her mouth and ran towards the bathroom.
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