Baiyunshan's words seemed to be asking Hashimoto Nanami, but in fact they were asking everyone present.
Eating hot pot is not an easy task. You need to prepare a place, prepare ingredients, and more importantly, you need people.
Baiyunshan used to like hot pot very much, not only because he thought it was delicious, but also because it was lively. He used to like this kind of lively scene where a group of people get together.
But at some point, he suddenly forgot about this hobby. It wasn't until the stickiness and moisture of the spring rain today that he recalled it.
Thinking about it now, it was probably because he himself understood that there was really no one around him.
Eating hot pot around the stove alone or with the store manager always sounds a bit miserable, so I have never tried it in all these years. Moreover, the store manager's taste is different from his. The old man likes Japanese hotpot, but he prefers Yuanyang hotpot. Sometimes the contradictions caused by different tastes are comparable to the contradictions between beliefs, so neither of them thought about it. Convince the other person.
But today is different.
Today is decided by Baiyun Mountain.
So what we ate today was Yuanyang Hotpot.
The girls quickly mobilized, and the location was no doubt in the secret base, the Nogizaka hut. People who wanted to eat hot pot were divided into groups in twos and threes. Some were responsible for preparing bowls and chopsticks, some were responsible for purchasing ingredients, and some were even responsible for The entertainment program prepared for eating hot pot is all very fancy. Baiyunshan himself took charge of the overall situation, half lying on the cushion and giving directions. The members didn't raise a word of objection...after all, all he spent was his money.
Responsible for purchasing ingredients is undoubtedly a very important and troublesome task, so there were three groups of people sent out. The first two groups completed the task quickly, leaving only the last group of Sayuri Matsumura and Kazumi Takayama. It took more than ten minutes to arrive.
Baiyunshan raised his eyebrows, looked at the lone convenience bag they were carrying and asked, "If I remember correctly, you are responsible for buying desserts, right?"
"Yes."
"The bag that took so long to buy must be the result of careful budgeting. It must be delicious."
"Of course, this is what Ichimi and I carefully selected!"
Sayuri Matsumura looked bright, opened the bag, and took out the desserts one by one.
Baiyunshan nodded, and suddenly picked up a dessert and said in surprise: "Ah, isn't this the kind prepared in the lounge some time ago? It looks delicious. I heard that it was recommended by Konno-san himself. Woolen cloth!"
This was the first time the girls heard about this. Sayuri Matsumura was stunned: "Hey, is that right?"
Baiyunshan nodded seriously and said: "Of course! Konno-san also told me very seriously that although the desserts are delicious, they are too easy to gain weight. For the sake of the health of the members, it is best to limit one serving per person. If you find that you have eaten too much secretly, not only will the supply be canceled for the next year, but even the regular bento will be cut in half, until you are so impressed that you won’t do it again!”
Matsumura Sayuri suddenly fell silent.
Baiyunshan looked at her in surprise and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? I'm hungry. Do you want to eat something first?"
Matsumura Sayuri smiled stiffly when he heard this, and said: "Ah... I'm really a little hungry. I forgot about such an important thing. By the way, Baiyun-san, there seem to be two more bags outside. , I left in a hurry just now and forgot to move in. I'm sorry, Baiyun Sang, for causing trouble to you."
Baiyunshan nodded clearly, waved his hands relaxedly and said: "It's okay, it's just a trivial matter. By the way, have I told you my past story?"
"what story?"
"Ah, it's not an important thing, it's a trivial matter. I remember when I was a kid, I had a conflict with a friend. My friend deliberately ate my snack. As a result, I didn't know what was wrong at that time, so I got angry and The lunch box was thrown over. You know the kind of lunch box made of metal. It hit the corner of my friend's eye with a thud, and then the corner of the eye was broken with a click, and blood flowed down. It is said that it hit the facial nerve, and half of my face was paralyzed, but it scared me!"
The description of Baiyun Mountain is very real, at least the onomatopoeia is very real, a bit like the style of a certain Hokkaido girl, so real that the girl thought that the lunch box had hit the corner of her eye, causing a dull pain.
Sayuri Matsumura was silent again.
Baiyunshan didn't seem to notice the change in her expression. As he spoke, he suddenly squatted down and looked around.
"Baiyun-sang, what are you looking for?"
"Eye patch."
"What are you looking for a blindfold for?"
"After that incident, I felt a little dizzy, so I wanted to find an eye mask so that I wouldn't faint if I couldn't see."
Matsumura Sayuri subconsciously touched the corner of his eyes, coughed twice, and said with surprise: "Ah, I'm sorry, Baiyun-san, I remembered again, there seem to be two or three bags outside that I forgot to take, and I also ordered I placed some orders and delivered them directly, but it seems that I wrote the wrong address and wrote it to the dormitory. Do you think I should call and change it here?"
Baiyunshan waved his hand lightly: "That's not necessary. Just return it. This should be enough for now. You can go ahead and do your work."
"Okay, okay."
Sayuri Matsumura slipped out as if running away.
Baiyunshan glanced at Gaoshan Yinan and saw her saying OK, then nodded and felt relieved.
After settling the innocuous little incident, it was Baiyunshan's turn to take action.
Although I haven’t had the experience of cooking hot pot for a long time, these things are not unfamiliar to me after two generations. Instead, as Bai Yunshan learned a lot from the store manager, it became easier. It didn’t take long. The mandarin duck pot in memory appeared in front of everyone.
There is a pot on the low table. The red soup and the white soup are clearly distinguishable. The hot steam is steaming and the aroma is fragrant, making people's index fingers move.
The members were all a little surprised. Most of them didn't know the level of Baiyunshan's cooking skills. They didn't expect Baiyunshan, who usually looked like a salted fish, to have such a skill, and they were shocked.
Sakurai Reika looked curious again and asked one of their most frequently asked questions: "How did you do it, Baiyun-san?"
Baiyunshan stood with his hands behind his back, Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I just learned it in college."
Everyone nodded in confusion. Only a few people present who had gone to college secretly complained, thinking to themselves, Baiyun-sang, what kind of university did you go to? Why are you teaching some nonsense? How can any serious literature department teach you how to cook hot pot? Do you think you are Conan? The almighty Hawaii, right?
and--
What kind of pot is this?
Why is it different from the usual hot pot?
"Yuanyang hot pot has a complicated origin and many stories, including ghost stories. It's boring to talk about these." Baiyunshan explained: "In short, one side is spicy and the other is not spicy. If you want spicy food, just eat red soup. If you want something lighter, just eat white soup to satisfy different tastes, it’s that simple.”
wisps of white smoke rose from the soup base, and merged into the air above before flying very far, disappearing as soon as the wind blew in the courtyard.
Now that the soup base of the Yuanyang Hotpot has been cooked, it’s naturally time to taste it.
Baiyunshan ordered three people to come out, namely Hashimoto Nanami, Takayama Kazumi, and Matsumura Sayuri, and asked them to try the taste of the soup base one by one.
The expressions of the three of them looked normal, which made Baiyunshan secretly relieved, because he knew that a certain Hokkaido girl was mysophobic, and he was originally worried that she would find it a bit objectionable to eat this kind of non-Japanese hot pot, but now It seems that in the face of absolute delicious food, it seems that mysophobia can give in a little.
Hot pot is indeed the most wonderful food in the world.
—Except for barbecue.
In front of the low table, the three of them were getting ready with bowls and chopsticks.
The soup base boiling in the pot is not empty. Some vegetables and ingredients are put in to season it first, so that it will not be too monotonous. Otherwise, the simple white soup and red soup will really have no taste, and the tangy It is precisely because of these things that the fragrance comes out.
The three of them looked at each other and decided on the order.
Hashimoto Nana took a spoonful of red soup, took a sip and shook her head slightly, thinking it was too sweet.
Gao Shan took a spoonful of white soup, took a sip and shook his head slightly, thinking it was too bland.
Matsumura Sayuri didn't even scoop out the red or white soup. Instead, he took a piece of meat and rinsed it while people weren't paying attention. He dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, shaking his head slightly, thinking that it was too little.
Baiyunshan looked at their movements and shook his head slightly, thinking that you can just taste it. Where do you get so many mental activities? Even the movements of shaking the head are exactly the same, which is really too weird.
