Rebirth Space Pretty Girl

After all, it is time-consuming to eat hot pot, and there are many middle-aged men in the family, so it is possible to eat until midnight.

The aroma soon spread out in the yard, smelling the aroma that had never been smelled before, the movements of everyone's hands couldn't help speeding up a little, and they could not wait to prepare everything immediately, and start to feast on the table.

When everyone was ready, Murong Lingran put down the food that needed to be cooked for a long time, and put a pot of orange juice and wine prepared for each table, and then told everyone not to serve the table, but to watch her demo. How to make an oil dish all over again.

The oil dish is very simple, it is nothing more than adding some seasoning. Everyone will see it and quickly start to adjust their own oil dish according to their own tastes.

Murong Lingran helped his parents and younger brothers to adjust, and then stood up again and scalded the meat with the chopsticks.

At the same time, I instruct everyone that the chopsticks marked in red are public chopsticks, which can be taken to be hot inside, and the chopsticks that are not marked are for your own use.

After all, it was the first time for everyone to eat hot pot. She knew that even the real family sometimes despised each other's saliva, not to mention that the large group of them can be regarded as several families. It can be regarded as an outsider, so it is better to use chopsticks separately.

This is also simple, everyone can see it at a glance, and Murong Lingran didn't demonstrate too much.

After everyone sat down, Murong Lingran said again: "If you can eat spicy, brush the meat on the spicy side, if you can't eat spicy, brush the meat on the tomato soup side, everyone must follow their own situation. Come on, the meat must be cooked too, otherwise the stomach will suffer tomorrow."

Everyone nodded at the same time.

Murong Zong filled the glass with orange juice or wine.

Murong Zhe first stood up and said some polite words, telling everyone to be polite, eating openly, toasting everyone a glass of wine, and then sitting down.

Murong Lingran sat on the right of Murong Zhe, and Xiao Manan sat on his left. Knowing that he was inconvenient, he took turns to brush the meat for him, put it in a bowl, and let him eat with a fork.

Murong Zhe tasted the spicy mutton roll that his daughter gave him, and immediately exclaimed: "Aran, this taste is really fragrant. The mutton is so tender and delicious."

When the others saw that he was moving his chopsticks, they quickly began to cook their favorite dishes.

This time, I really couldn't stop, so I hurriedly tried the rest of the flavors.

"Delicious, I didn't expect this sesame oil to have such a use."

"The meat is so tender, it's really delicious."

"The spicy ones are delicious, and the tomato-flavored ones are delicious. I like them both."

"This way of eating is really good. It's warm to eat, and I'm no longer afraid of cold dishes."

"That's right, Xiao Dongjia is too smart. I didn't expect us to have such a special New Year's Eve this year."

"Thanks to Xiaodong, thank you Xiaodong."

The rest of the people also began to say thank you.

Murong Lingran smiled and said, "I didn't invent this either, I saw it from elsewhere. Everyone, don't be in a hurry, it doesn't matter if you eat slowly, you must cook it or scald it before you eat it."

Everyone said at the same time: "Okay, little master."

After greeting them, Murong Lingran knew that Murong Zhe liked mutton, and was about to continue to cook him, when he saw him staring at the empty seats.

Murong Lingran knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile, "Dad, don't worry, I'm not a hard-hearted person either. I've already asked people to invite them over, and I think they'll be there soon."