Chapter 222 Hot Pot (2/2)

He carried her to the warm kang (a heated brick bed), helped her sit down, and tucked the blanket around her feet.

"No need." Yan Yu leaned down, his fingertips brushing against her nose, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Your job is to sit and wait to eat."

Ruan Tang nodded obediently, watching Yan Yu's tall and upright figure enter the kitchen, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile.

She doesn't read books.

Watching her brother busy himself is more interesting than anything else.

Yan Yu's movements were astonishingly fast, each step displaying the efficiency and precision honed in the apocalypse.

He first pulled out a large cabbage from the corner of the wall. Its leaves were bright green, and its stems were milky white. It was so fresh that you could squeeze water out of it.

With a swift motion, wash and cut the food into large pieces suitable for cooking.

Next came the white radishes and potatoes. They were peeled, cut into chunks, and neatly arranged on a plate.

After doing all this, he wiped his hands, and his tall figure vanished into thin air for a moment.

When he reappeared, he had a large piece of lamb leg meat wrapped in oiled paper, still emitting a chilling aura.

He caught a few wild goats last autumn when he went up the mountain and threw them into Ruan Tang's space.

The space was filled with spiritual energy and lush vegetation. The goats that followed them into paradise produced offspring that were all plump and strong, their meat imbued with a touch of spiritual energy.

To maintain the ecosystem, Yan Yu would regularly go in to "clean up" the area. The slaughtered sheep would be frozen in his own space and taken out as needed.

He took out the military knife that could cut through iron like mud, and with a flick of his wrist, the frozen, hard mutton became incredibly docile in his hand.

As the knife sliced ​​through the meat, slices of red and white lamb were evenly cut off, naturally curled, and neatly arranged on the plate.

The meat had a clear and delicate texture, making it look incredibly appetizing.

He took out a lot of good things from his space, including mutated mushrooms covered in dew, and several kinds of crisp and fresh vegetables that were unique to his space.

A short while later, Yu Hao and Yu Hang returned.

Yu Hang's connections were indeed extensive; he actually managed to bring back a piece of excellent mutton. The meat was firm and bright in color, clearly from a freshly slaughtered animal.

Yu Hao not only bought fresh tofu and frozen tofu, but also brought back a bunch of spinach and several bundles of vermicelli.

The ingredients were laid out on the table, filling it to the brim, even more abundant than during the Chinese New Year.

In the courtyard, Yan Yu had already set up the gleaming bronze pot.

The charcoal fire burned brightly, and in the pot, he had simmered a milky white broth with pork bones and mushrooms beforehand. The broth was bubbling away, and its rich aroma filled the entire courtyard.

The four of them sat down around the hot pot.

"Come on, let's dig in!" Yu Hao was the first to grab his chopsticks, pick up a big mouthful of mutton, and dip it into the boiling pot.

The lamb slices change color and curl up instantly as soon as they are put into the boiling soup.

He couldn't wait to scoop it up, not caring that it was hot, and rolled it in the rich sesame sauce that Yan Yu had prepared before stuffing it into his mouth.

"Mmm...delicious! So delicious!" Yu Hao's eyes narrowed into slits with happiness. "Brother Yu, where did you get this mutton? It's even more authentic than the hot pot in Beijing!"

Yan Yu ignored him.

He was fully focused on serving Ruan Tang.

He picked up a piece of mutton, slowly dipped it in the pot, then carefully tested the temperature on his lips before dipping it in the sauce that Ruan Tang liked, which contained a little chili oil and vinegar, and steadily placed it into the small bowl in front of her.

Eat slowly.

Ruan Tang smiled and picked it up, put it in her mouth, and sighed with satisfaction.

The incredibly tender lamb, coated in a tangy and spicy sauce, explodes on the tongue – the flavor is simply indescribable.

She ate happily, so Yan Yu fed her even more enthusiastically.

Hot pot lamb, hot pot cabbage, hot pot tofu...

The small bowl in front of Ruan Tang was never empty.

Yu Hang watched quietly from the side, saying little, but his chopsticks never stopped, though his mind was in turmoil.

This man named Yan Yu is an iceberg to outsiders, but a fire to his woman.

This meal was more than just about meat; it was also about interpersonal relationships and social interactions. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)