Everyone had left, leaving only Camilla and Connie in the dining room.
They sat opposite each other with a bubbling pot of soup between them. They stared at each other in an eerie silence, neither of them making the first move.
"Do you know how to cook?" Camilla spoke first.
Connie shook her head. "We eat raw sometimes."
"I usually only drink fresh blood." Camilla frowned slightly.
They looked at the dazzling array of ingredients on the dining cart beside them and sighed at the same time.
Then, they turned to look out of the window at the people who were already sitting in a circle and mixing dipping sauces under Meg's guidance. They looked envious.
"I don't think it's that difficult. Why don't we take a look at this guide first?" Connie retracted her gaze and handed a hotpot guide to Camilla. She picked one up for herself and started reading it seriously.
"Tripe — pick it up with chopsticks and put it into the boiling soup. Put it down for a second, lift it up for a second. Repeat the action eight times. Then you can eat it. Don't exceed the time limit. Otherwise, you will lose your soul." Connie read softly.
Their gazes fell on the first plate on the first level of the dining cart. There were a few thin pieces of something brown and black soaked in water. They looked wrinkled.
"This isn't something from a cow's stomach, is it?" Camilla frowned. As a noble vampire countess, she only drank the freshest virgin blood. Even if she had to settle for the next best thing, it had to be clean pigeon blood.
Just the sound of something from a livestock's stomach sounded dirty. Meg was actually letting them eat something like this.
"Yes, it's so special. I've never eaten something like this before." Connie was full of curiosity. Even when orcs ate wild animals, they would also clean the animal's organs. She had never seen orcs eating an organ alone like this.
Moreover, this cooking method of doing it up and down was very special. It sounded very simple.
"Why don't I try?" Connie picked up the long chopsticks eagerly. She had just learned how to use chopsticks recently. She reluctantly picked up a piece of tripe from the bowl and put it into the boiling soup. The red soup boiled as soon as the tripe entered the pot. When she picked up the chopsticks again, there was nothing left.
"Oh ho!"
Connie stared blankly at the empty chopsticks. Oh no, she didn't get to eat it.
The red soup pot was covered with a layer of dried chili and Sichuan pepper. The thin tripe was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Connie picked up the chopsticks and dug around in the soup for a while, but she still couldn't find the missing piece of tripe.
"There's no need to look for it. That piece of tripe has already lost its soul." Camilla pointed at the alarm clock beside her.
"Tripe, I'm sorry." Connie retracted her chopsticks apologetically. It seemed like she wasn't fated to have this piece of tripe. Moreover, she couldn't do something as difficult as doing it up and down with chopsticks. She could only give up on this novel food and pick up the hot pot guide again.
"Duck intestine. Pick it up with chopsticks … Do it up and down until the duck intestine rolls up."
Connie was silent for a while. She stared at the long and thin duck intestine for a while. Then, she looked up at Camilla and said, "Will we starve to death?"
Camilla thought seriously for a while. Then, she stared at Connie's neck. "Why don't you let me take a bite?"
"No, no. Let's eat the hot pot." Connie shrunk her neck and continued to read the guide.
…
Unlike the two people in the restaurant who were clueless, outside the restaurant, everyone was already sitting around the table. According to Meg's instructions, they had prepared the dipping sauces that suited their tastes.
The customers in the line had already surrounded the hot pot table. They looked at Meg and the others curiously. Mr. Mak said that he would show everyone what hot pot was today.
Originally, everyone thought that he was going to show them how to cook. However, from the looks of it, it didn't seem like that.
"I didn't know Mr. Mak was so young." Vanessa, who was standing in the front row, looked at Meg curiously. She had been to the imperial kitchen a few times. The chefs who were in the line were all old. They were at least greasy middle-aged men.
However, this Boss Mag appeared to be only in his early thirties. He was tall and slender, and his skin was very good. It didn't look oily at all, and the mustache on his upper lip gave him a mature charm. He always had a warm smile on his face, which made him very likable.
"Also, there are so many beautiful girls." Lora stared at those girls. Every one of them was so beautiful. They were not inferior to the princess at all. Were they just waitresses in the restaurant?
"Mr. Mak, you're not going to show us, are you?" Harrison asked.
"Yes. Hot pot is a new way to eat good food. However, everyone might be unfamiliar with it, so I'm going to show you today. After the hot pot is officially released, everyone will know how to eat it," Meg said with a smile.
"In the past, Little Boss was the only one who ate for us to see. Now, the entire restaurant is doing it. You win," Harrison complained.
The other customers suddenly understood what was going to happen next. Their expressions became a little strange.
"First, we have to make a dipping sauces that suit our tastes. This can make the food cooked in the same hot pot better suit your taste." Meg showed everyone his dipping sauces, then picked up the guide beside him. "This is a hot pot guide. It lists all the cooking methods and times. As long as you follow the guide and dip the cooked food in the dipping sauces, it will be delicious."
"In other words, we have to cook this hot pot ourselves?"
"We have to do it ourselves? Can't we eat it ready-made? "
"I'm a kitchen killer. I'm afraid I'll die from the food I cook."
"It sounds so troublesome. I'm 18. Can I do it?"
Hearing that, everyone started to talk. They were full of doubts about this new method of eating.
"The soul and joy of hot pot is participation. You can chat while you wait, slow down the pace of life, and enjoy the delicious food. This is the true essence of hot pot." Meg shook his head with a smile. Then, he pointed to his lips with his finger. "Watch and eat. Please be quiet."
"Be good and be quiet." Amy looked back at everyone and said seriously, "I'm super hungry."
Everyone looked at the blue-purple flames dancing in Amy's hand and immediately shut their mouths. However, there was still a trace of doubt in their eyes when they looked at Meg. If they could make delicious food themselves, why would they come to Amy's?
Meg withdrew his gaze from the customers and looked at everyone at the table. He smiled and said, "There's nothing that hot pot can't cook. But when it comes to taste, tripe and duck intestines can rank in the top three.
"Use your chopsticks to pick up a piece of tripe and put it into the boiling hot pot. Let the tripe be completely immersed in the boiling red soup. Wait for a second, then immediately take it out of the pot and let it cool down a little. Then, immediately put it back into the pot and repeat this action. Wait until the tripe starts to bubble. That's the best time. While the tripe isn't paying attention, roll it in the dipping sauces, gently blow twice, and then put it directly into your mouth …"
Meg chewed on the fragrant and spicy tripe. Every bite was crisp and chewy. The spiciness blossomed on the tip of his tongue. His mixed-colored hair opened up from the stimulation, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead …
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