Everyone went out, and only Camilla and Connie were left in the restaurant.
The two sat opposite each other, with a bubbling soup pot between them. They stared at each other in an eerie silence, neither of them making a move first.
"Can you cook?" Camilla spoke first.
Connie shook her head, "We eat raw sometimes."
"I usually only drink fresh blood." Camilla frowned slightly.
The two of them looked at the dazzling array of ingredients on the small dining cart next to them and sighed at the same time.
Then the two of them turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window at the same time. The people who were sitting in a circle and preparing dipping dishes under Mag's guidance showed a bit of envy.
"I think it shouldn't be that difficult. Why don't we take a look at this guide first." Connie retracted her gaze and handed Camilla a hot pot guide. She also picked up one and read it carefully.
"Mao tripe - pick it up with chopsticks, put it into a hot soup pot, put it down for a second, lift it up for a second, up and down, repeat the action over and over again, and it's ready to eat. Don't overtime, otherwise you will lose your soul." Connie Read it softly.
Their eyes fell on a few thin slices of something on the first plate on the first floor of the dining cart nearby. The brown-black slices were soaked in water and looked full of wrinkles.
"Isn't this what's in the cow's belly?" Camilla frowned. As a noble vampire countess, she only drinks the freshest virgin blood. Even if she settles for the next best thing, it must be clean pigeons. Blood.
The contents of the animals' stomachs felt dirty just by the sound of them, yet Mag actually let them eat such things.
"Yes, it's so special. I have never eaten anything like this." Connie was full of curiosity. Even when beasts eat wild animals, they will clean the internal organs of the animals and eat them individually. The internal organs have never been seen before.
Moreover, this ups and downs cooking method is also very special, and it sounds very simple. aunt
"How about I give it a try." Connie eagerly picked up the long chopsticks. She had just learned to hold chopsticks these days. She reluctantly picked up a piece of tripe from the bowl and put it into the tumbling soup pot. As soon as she put it into the pot, the red soup tumbled. When she picked up the chopsticks again, there was nothing on them.
"Oh!"
Connie looked at the empty chopsticks and was stunned for a moment. The chopsticks were finished now, but there were still ones left.
The red soup pot was covered with a layer of dried chili segments and Sichuan peppercorns. The thin tripe was as thin as the pot and disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.
Connie took her chopsticks and fished in the soup pot for a while, but still couldn't find the missing piece of tripe.
"No need to look for it, that piece of tripe has lost its soul." Camilla pointed to the alarm clock next to her.
"I'm sorry, tripe. You can go in peace." Connie took back her chopsticks apologetically. It seemed that this piece of tripe had no business with her, and she couldn't complete such difficult movements as seven ups and eight downs with chopsticks. I can give up on novel foods like tripe and pick up the hot pot eating guide again.
"Pinch the duck intestines with chopsticks... up and down eight times until the duck intestines are rolled up."
Connie was silent for a while, staring at the slender duck intestine for a while, then looked up at Camilla and said, "Will we starve to death?"
Camilla thought seriously for a while, then stared at Connie's neck, "Why don't you let me take a bite?"
"No, no, let's have hot pot." Connie shrank her neck and continued to read the guide.
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Unlike the two people in the restaurant who had no clue, outside the restaurant, everyone was already sitting around the dining table, and based on Mag's guidance, they prepared dipping dishes suitable for their own tastes.
The customers in line had already surrounded the hot pot table in three circles, looking at Mag and the others curiously. Boss Mai said that today he would like to demonstrate to everyone what hot pot shabu-shabu is.
Originally, everyone thought they were going to give everyone a live performance of cooking delicious food, but judging from the current situation, it didn't seem to be the case.
"It turns out that Boss Mai is so young." Vanessa, who was standing in the front row, looked at Mag with curiosity. She had been to the imperial dining room several times, and the chefs who could be ranked in the queue were not too young, at least. A greasy middle-aged uncle.
But this boss Mai looks to be in his early thirties, with a tall figure, good skin, and no greasiness at all. The two mustaches on his upper lip add a touch of mature charm, and he always has a warm smile on his face. , which makes people feel good.
"Besides, there are so many beautiful girls." Lola stared at those girls. Every one of them was so beautiful, no less beautiful than Her Royal Highness. But are they all just waiters in the restaurant?
"Boss Mai, are you planning to eat it for us?" Harrison asked.
"Yes, hot pot is a new way to eat delicious food, but you may be unfamiliar with it, so I will demonstrate it to you today. After the hot pot is officially launched, everyone will know how to eat it." Mag smiled.
"In the past, the little boss just ate for us, but now everyone in the restaurant is involved, so you are cruel." Harrison said with some resentment.
The other guests suddenly understood what might happen next, and their expressions became a little weird.
"First of all, we need to use seasonings to prepare a dipping dish that suits your taste. This can make the food cooked in the same hot pot more in line with your taste." Mag showed everyone his dipping dish, then picked up the With the guide at hand, "This is a guide to eating hot pot, listing how and when to cook all the food. Just follow the guide, dip the cooked food in the dipping dish, and it's delicious."
"In other words, do we need to cook this hot pot ourselves?"
"You still have to do it yourself? Can't you eat ready-made?"
"I am a killer in the kitchen. I am afraid that the food I cook will eat me to death."
"Sounds like a lot of trouble. I'm eighteen, can I finish it?"
When everyone heard this, they immediately started talking, full of doubts about this new meal.
"The soul and fun of hot pot lies in participation. You can chat while waiting, slow down the pace of life, and enjoy delicious food. This is the true meaning of hot pot." Mag shook his head with a smile, and then made a gesture with his fingers. Lips, "Please keep quiet while watching the meal."
"Be good and be quiet." Amy looked back at everyone and said seriously: "I'm super hungry."
Everyone looked at the blue-purple flames jumping in Amy's hand and immediately shut their mouths obediently. However, there was still a hint of doubt in their eyes when looking at Mag. If they could make delicious food, they would still come to Maimi's restaurant. what.
Mag withdrew his gaze from the guests, looked at the people on the table and said with a smile: "Everything in hot pot is hot pot, but in terms of deliciousness, hairy tripe and duck intestines can be ranked in the top three."
"Use chopsticks to pick up a piece of tripe, put it into the hot pot, let the tripe be completely immersed in the boiling red soup, wait for a second, immediately lift out the soup pot, let it cool slightly, and immediately put it back into the soup pot, repeat Do this up and down until the hairy belly bubbles. That is the most appropriate time. When the hairy belly is not paying attention, roll it around in the dipping saucer, blow it gently twice, and then feed it directly to your mouth. …”
Mag Mag chewed the spicy hairy tripe. Every bite was so crisp and chewy. The spicy taste bloomed on the tip of the tongue. The mixed-colored hairs were opened by the stimulation, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the forehead...
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