The Blessed

In the backyard, Shopkeeper Zhang asked people to move out all those tables in the warehouse and lay them outside, and then asked someone to bring a specially-made charcoaling cooking range and put it inside the hollow part in the middle of a table, and finally put the pot on it. After everything was done, Ling Jingxuan nodded after making a few rounds around it while touching his chin, it was almost the same as he had imagined.

"The pot must use smokeless charcoal, so the smoke wouldn’t go into the pot or smoke the customers’ eyes. As for the hotpot seasoning, I will go to the kitchen to make it myself. Brother Zhang, you go prepare some pig brain, some meat slices, pig offal, some seafood and fish slices and other things, one plate of each kind of vegetables, and ask someone to go to the hot and sour rice noodles stall my uncle runs to buy some fresh starch noodles. That’s all. Oh right, don’t forget the sesame oil. Place a big table in the central hall at noon. I’m gonna invite everyone here to eat hot pot.”

Xinyuan's guests were very receptive, the smell of hot pot and the unique way of eating would certainly attract their attention, as long as they tried it at noon, tomorrow, no, maybe tonight the hot pot would sell.

"Well…all raw?"

Shopkeeper Zhang got confused. Why suddenly thinking of treating everyone? And how to eat some raw things? Cook them on spot?

"Hmm, I want them raw. It’s in a hurry today, so the ingredients I could find may not be enough. Oh right, I brought a lot of mushrooms. Best thing for hot pot.”

Knowing what he was confused about, Ling Jingxuan did not intend to explain in details, and so they’d only know after seeing it themselves, in fact, hot pot was the most convenient food, as long as the soup base was cooked well, of course the hot pot would be delicious.

"Mushrooms?”

As he still hadn’t gotten clear what was happening, something more exciting popped out of his mouth. Mushrooms were good stuff. Those mushrooms he got from Ling Jingxuan a few months ago, he still had no heart to eat any. He dried them and every time he wanted to eat them, he’d soak some in water to satisfy his craving for good food. Seeing that full basket of white mushrooms Ling Jingpeng handed over, Shopkeeper Zhang nearly popped out his eyes, took it over with his trembling hand. Smelling that kind of unique faint scent of those mushrooms, he felt that he would be drooling. Where did he find so many mushrooms?

"Hehe…Brother Zhang, I came to the town this time to talk with you about the mushroom purchasing thing. How about we go to a box?”

Seeing that, Ling Jingxuan found it kind of funny, Yan Shengrui and others behind him also revealed a faint smile. If he knew that they had already grown mushrooms successfully, he would be frightened, wouldn’t he? The cultured mushrooms were different from those picked in the mountains. They were totally poisonless. Plus the crescent spring water Ling Jingxuan used on them, the taste was no worse than those wild ones. What’s more, according to the body nutrition efficacy of the crescent spring water, maybe one could build his body after taking them for a long term.

"Huh? Hmm, OK, you go to the box on the third floor first, I’m coming right after.”

Coming back to his sense blandly, Shopkeeper Zhang reluctantly handed that bamboo basket of mushrooms back to Ling Jingpeng.

"Oh. Shengrui, you take the kids to the box first. I’m going to the kitchen to tell the cooks how to decoct the soup base. Jingpeng, you come with me.”

After a little meditation, Ling Jingxuan decisively made the decision. The longer the soup base was boiled, the more fragrant the taste of the hot pot, anyway, the pig bones were cheap, boiling them long enough would also be good. Fortunately the formula of the pot-stewed seasoning he sold to Zeng Shaoqing last time already got promoted in those branches. So the ingredients should be all off the rack, and it wouldn’t cost much time.

"Daddy, I want to go with you too."

Ling Wen suddenly got rid of his father's hand, instead, held his. Ling Jingxuan lowered his head to look at him, then rubbed his nose affectionately, smiling, “What? You want to learn it secretly?”

Although he was not that kind of masculist men who would stay away from the kitchen, his big bun was still too young. Even if he wanted to learn cooking, it should be at least after he was ten.. Ling Jingxuan should have forgotten that before he had transmigrated here, only four-year-old big bun could already make fire and cook for them.

"No, I just want to help daddy, okay? Let me in."

Shaking his hand, Ling Wen said in a nearly begging way, which was really a rare thing that amused Ling Jingxuan. So he hurriedly said, “OK, OK, OK, let’s go now.”

"Thank you, daddy."

Getting his agreement, Ling Wen showed a sweet smile. Ling Jingxuan bent his finger and knocked on his head dotingly, then raised his head and said to Yan Shengrui, “You go to the box first. Later when the small bun comes and can’t find any of us, he’d definitely cry. We are going over soon.”

“Hmm, don’t exhaust yourself. Let them prepare everything.”

Nodding, Yan Shengrui touched his face and then all of them left the backyard.

Each branch of Xinyuan saved a private box for their boss. Since Zeng Shaoqing announced that Ling Jingxuan became the second boss, he also owned his personal box now. As Yan Shengrui pulled open the door of the box and went in, he saw that the small bun was already lying in bed shaking his feet happily. While in a corner, Yan Shan who had nearly exhausted himself was curving there, nearly having no strength to hide himself in the dark.