Chapter 453 Making Rice

"Haha, my spicy hot pot soup rice is finally here." Wu Hai looked excited and picked up a spoon to serve the soup.

"Do you want hot pot soup with rice?" the diner on the side asked in disbelief.

"Yes, this idea is brilliant, isn't it?" Wu Hai said proudly.

"I've seen a lot of people eating chazuke rice, gravy rice, and vegetable soup rice, but this is the first time for hot pot soup rice." The diner sighed with surprise.

"It was right the first time, that's why I said it was my idea." Wu Hai was still willing to answer such compliments.

"There are really all kinds of people here. Are you really not afraid of spicy food?" The diners on the edge of Wuhai asked curiously as they looked at the red spicy soup.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to this taste." Wu Hai said proudly.

"You won't be afraid of the chrysanthemums being broken if you eat like this." The diners on the edge of Wuhai couldn't bear it anymore after enduring it.

"Haha, I am the same person as Mr. Wang Zengqi." Wu Hai said proudly, stroking his mustache.

"What do you mean?" the diner asked in confusion.

"Wang Zengqi, Mr. Wang is a big foodie. His famous saying is: don't eat dusters if you have hair, don't eat benches if you have legs, don't eat dead people if you're big, don't eat flies if you're small." The colleagues next to the diners knew better. , explained consciously.

"Yes, that's it." Wu Hai nodded proudly.

"That's really a foodie." The diner said speechlessly.

Wu Hai nodded in agreement, and then started to mix the rice with the spicy hot pot soup.

Ladlefuls of red spicy soup are poured directly into the bowl.

The white rice made by this rice is naturally the best tribute rice, with crystal clear rice grains and a distant aroma. The rice looks particularly shiny in the small white porcelain bowl. It is the cooked rice oil, and now it is poured with the red spicy soup. , more beautiful and bright.

The bright red spicy hot pot soup base is poured on the white rice, creating an extremely strong color difference, which looks bright and appetizing.

Of course, this was Wu Hai's idea, and other diners thought it must be extremely spicy. After all, few people would use the spicy hot pot soup base to make rice.

After soaking in hot pot soup,

Wu Hai naturally ate with a spoon, so he took a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hiss, it's so spicy." Wu Hai couldn't help but say as soon as the rice was in his mouth.

The spicy hot pot soup dyed the rice red, and the spicy taste was felt as soon as it entered the mouth. It was like a piece of red-hot coal being stuffed into his mouth, which made Wu Hai take a breath of cold air.

But it only happened in a moment. The spicy food was slowly swallowed along with Wu Hai's chewing, and then there was the fragrance of rice, and the spicy food continued along the esophagus and reached the stomach.

It's so spicy that you can't help but sweat all over your body, but then comes the unique sweetness and fragrance of rice. It passes by all at once, and it really makes your whole body feel comfortable.

"It's great!" Wu Hai couldn't help but said loudly after swallowing a mouthful of rice.

Wu Hai once again took a spoonful and fed it into his mouth. This time, there was a slight difference. When the spicy taste jumped up, there was also a numbing feeling that stimulated the tongue, making the tongue feel slightly dull. .

It is at this time that the spiciness rushes into your mouth, and the aroma of rice always appears as the protagonist at the end.

Yes, the spicy hot pot soup rice does not take away the taste of the rice, but makes the light rice the protagonist.

It seems that the spicy stimulation in front is all to bring out the fragrance and sweetness of the rice.

"It's really good rice." Wu Hai said with emotion.

"How was it?" The diners on the side asked curiously as they watched Wu Hai finish the bowl of rice in a hurry.

"It's delicious!" Wu Hai picked up his handkerchief on the table, wiped his sweat, and said seriously.

"Is it really so delicious?" The man was really puzzled.

In his opinion, what could be in the hot pot soup, all kinds of aniseed, spices, and nasty chili seeds and Sichuan peppercorns? Wouldn't this kind of soaked rice be a waste of the white rice made by Boss Yuan?

"Of course, if you order another bowl of rice for me, I'll tell you why." Wu Hai looked at the spicy soup in the small pot and said naturally.

"You are taking advantage of this. If Boss Yuan finds out, it will be over." The diners at Wuhai refused immediately.

But no, if Wu Hai hadn't finished eating, he would be responsible for the blacklist himself. Although he couldn't come to eat often, it was still necessary to come to eat the toothpaste once in a while.

"No, I will definitely finish it. Boss Yuan's bowl of rice is only so much, don't worry." Wu Hai now began to pat his chest to ensure that he had enough food.

After all, the spicy soup in front of him kept stimulating his taste buds, so he had to pay attention to what he said, otherwise he would have to hold back his saliva.

However, diners naturally thought that Wuhai was spicy, because after being spicy, they would unconsciously salivate and relieve the pain.

"I'm just asking if it tastes good, wait..." The diner was about to refuse when he was stopped by the colleague next to him. He turned to look at his colleague in confusion.

"Don't you want to try it? You try it." The colleague said it tactfully, but his eyes pointed at the soup pot in front of Wu Hai.

"It's not that I can't agree, but I'll give you some points for your soup." The man understood immediately and looked at Wu Hai with a smile.

"Young people today are so greedy." Wu Hai immediately moved the small pot in front of him alertly.

"Whatever you want." The man shrugged nonchalantly and took a bite of egg fried rice with a happy look on his face.

Wu Hai, on the other hand, looked at the spicy soup base with a confused look, and then looked at Yuan Zhou who looked indifferent, almost not saying directly that it was all Yuan Zhou's fault.

Normally Yuan Zhou would ignore such looks, but today for the first time he turned around and asked, "How are you, now you understand that you don't need a colander?"

"I understand, but how did you do this?" Wu Hai asked sincerely.

"It's very simple, this is the chef's secret." When Yuan Zhou said this, he turned around and looked at Wu Hai seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" Wu Hai pointed at Yuan Zhou and asked dissatisfiedly.

"No." Yuan Zhou shook his head.

"Haha." Wu Hai's answer was simple and straightforward.

"Actually, this soup will taste a little different every time you eat it." Yuanzhou thought for a while and pointed to the steaming soup pot in front of Wu Hai.

"This topic change is really abrupt, I give it zero points." Wu Hai looked at the soup pot, then looked at his neighbor who was eating egg fried rice seriously, and said to Yuan Zhou dissatisfied.

"This is a fact." Yuan Zhou said seriously with a straight face.

"Hey, give me some food, and I'll give you a spoonful of soup, just one spoonful. Do you want it?" Wu Hai smelled the soup pot first, and then said to the diners next to him with a troubled look on his face.

"No problem." The diners at the next table immediately agreed with a smile.

"It's really greedy." Wu Hai's distress was almost not written on his face.

Even if the spicy soup in this small pot can soak three bowls of rice, Wu Hai still feels pain like cutting flesh.

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