It's really not good to do this by yourself. If you don't let them eat more, you can't tempt them, right? While tempting them and letting them eat less, there must be some sadness in the hearts of several children.
"Sister will make mandarin duck pot next time."
"Sister, what is a mandarin duck pot?"
"that is·······"
Han Yingxue didn't explain yet, and the people at the dinner table made their own guesses.
Mrs. Huang said with a smile, "Ying Wu, the mandarin duck pot that your sister mentioned, my mother-in-law thinks it should be made of mandarin ducks. It's delicious. You can eat that one, and you can eat less of this one."
"Aoao, that's it." Han Yingwu listened to what Mrs. Huang said, and thought it was almost like this, so he believed it.
Han Yingxue choked.
Seeing what Mrs. Huang said seriously and sounded quite reasonable, Han Yingxue couldn't help laughing again.
This nonsense ability really can't be compared to Mrs. Huang.
Han Yingxue explained with a smile, and said to Han Yingwu and Mrs. Huang, "Why is this what you said? This mandarin duck pot is spicy on one side, like the one we ate today, and on the other side. Not spicy. At that time, Yingwu, you can eat less spicy food and more non-spicy food."
Hearing Han Yingxue's explanation, Han Yingwu nodded, "Sister, so it's what you said."
Seeing the difference between the facts and her guesses, Mrs. Huang felt a little embarrassed, so she smiled at Han Yingxue, "So that's what it is, it seems that my guess is really much worse."
"Hahaha." Han Yingxue also laughed twice to resolve the embarrassment.
The people of this era have never eaten hot pot before, so naturally they don’t know the meaning of Yuanyang Hotpot.
The contents of the hot pot were hot again, and several people started to eat.
The taste of mutton is surprisingly good, both Mrs. Huang and Mrs. Zhou like it very much.
In order to eat mutton, the two almost fought at the dinner table again.
Han Yingxue persuaded them for a while before their anger subsided.
These two are really like children, and they are able to make a fuss over a little food.
After eating and drinking enough, everyone at the table was very hungry.
Eating hot pot in winter, although it is a little spicy, but the taste is really good, and the body is getting warmer and warmer.
So eating in a cold climate is delicious without feeling too cold, which is much better than ordinary meals.
The old lady Huang touched her stomach and greeted Han Yingxue, "Girl Xue'er, look at what I've become, all of which are so delicious. It's more than double what I've eaten here before."
Han Yingxue is very helpless. It's not her fault that this thing is delicious. Madam Huang eats so much, and she can't stop her. If it stops her, she might be angry.
"Then grandma Huang, will you eat less in the future?"
Han Yingxue asked carefully.
Mrs. Huang hurriedly said, "That won't work either, girl Xueer, the food you make is so delicious that no one can't help but eat more. It's hard to come across something that I like to eat, but I don't want to control myself. ."
“・・・・”
Han Yingxue found that he was really helpless.
This doesn't work either, that doesn't work either.
In a word, I blame her for making it so delicious that it tempted people's appetite.