Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

Huo Jingsen rarely eats outside.

Hot pot and local specialties (such as iron pot chicken) are even rarer.

——It’s not so much that it’s rare, it’s better that it’s never eaten at all.

There was a huge discrepancy between the places where Huo Jingsen had always been and where Leng Qingqing had brought him today.

So he really has never eaten hot pot.

But precisely because I had never tasted it before, I was shocked by the taste and spiciness when I entered it.

Huo Jingsen's pupils shrank, and he was slightly startled by the wonderful enjoyment brought by his taste buds.

Very spicy indeed.

But he unexpectedly liked this taste.

Leng Qingqing's mouth was so red from the spicy food that it turned a veritable red pepper color. On the surface, she was eating quickly, but in fact, she was secretly scanning the person opposite her with the corner of her eye.

Huo Jingsen was silent for a few seconds in front of the bubbling hotpot.

Then he picked up the chopsticks and finally moved.

After taking a sip, Huo Jingsen paused slightly.

Then he continued to eat.

Leng Qingqing raised her eyes, pursed her lips and smiled.

Although Huo Jingsen didn't speak, he ate much faster, which showed that he liked eating very much.

Just now I said I wouldn’t eat it, haha.

Damn arrogant.

None of the three people in the box spoke. No matter the elder or the younger, they were all immersed in their food and had no time to look up.

Huo Yanheng was too young, Leng Qingqing didn't give him spicy food, and Huo Jingsen didn't even give him a taste.

The hot and spicy hot pot dishes that were left out were definitely beyond the range that a four-year-old child could bear.

The two of them completely ignored Huo Yanheng, who was sitting obediently on the bench with a look of longing in his dark eyes.

Although the clear soup and tomato pot base are also delicious.

But seeing mom and dad eating so deliciously, why do they still salivate?

Huo Yanheng took the chopsticks and poked the cooked winter melon slices in his small, light bowl. His eyes drifted uncontrollably to the bowl next to him.

It was a small bowl full, and Huo Yanheng recognized hairy tripe, sliced ​​meat, vegetables, and many other dishes that he couldn't name and were covered in a layer of bright red oil.

Huo Yanheng couldn't help but swallow.

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded very loud in the box.

——"Gudong."

Leng Qingqing raised her head from the bowl in front of her and looked at the source of the sound: "Has Hengheng finished eating?"

The child must be hungry. Perhaps it is because of the child's growth that his appetite has become longer today. He has already eaten a small bowl, but his stomach is still growling.

Leng Qingqing took his small bowl and held it in his hand. Use the slotted spoon with the other hand to continue fishing in the bottom of the tomato pot, and soon a small bowl full was taken out.

"Mom, is yours delicious?"

Huo Yanheng made a vague and tactful request. He held the chopsticks, but did not pick up the small bowl in front of him. Instead, he looked at Leng Qingqing's full small bowl.

“It’s delicious and very spicy. I haven’t had such delicious hot pot in a long time.”

Despite Leng Qingqing's busy schedule, she still didn't forget to reply to Heng Heng with such a long string of words, which shows that it is true love.

She thought Huo Yanheng was just out of curiosity and completely missed the true intention of his words.

"Spicy hot pot...Hengheng has never had it before." Huo Yanheng opened his dark eyes wide and even used a doublet to call himself.

Later in the book, Big Boss Fan Ping behaves like a spoiled child for the first time in his life, actually in a hot pot restaurant for a bite of his mother's spicy belly.

It's a pity that today's mother is still so incomprehensible.

"Well, you can eat it when Hengheng grows up." Leng Qingqing buried her head and continued to fight the spicy hot pot in front of her.

Huo Yanheng: "..."

Huo Yanheng: "Mom, can't you give me a little taste?"

I have no choice but to try hitting a straight ball.

Leng Qingqing raised her eyes in surprise. Because the food was so satisfying and spicy, her eyes were bright and astonishingly bright, as if they had been washed by clean water.

Huo Yanheng looked at the tripe in her bowl and swallowed loudly.

What it means is self-evident.

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As I write this, I am so hungry that I gnaw a piece of dry bread.

"You're so inhuman." The system yelled, "I want to eat it too!"

It has every reason to suspect that Leng Qingqing’s behavior is retaliating against it!

It wants to protest!

Leng Qingqing took out two pieces of paper from the paper box next to his arm, wiped the snot from his nose, and said vaguely.

"Hengheng, be obedient. This is really too spicy. You can't eat it."

Children have fragile stomachs and cannot eat anything too spicy.

As a qualified parent, how can you be so irresponsible?

"Can't you Zundu? Mom, I'll just eat some."

"No."

Leng Qingqing's attitude was very firm and she even didn't hesitate to scare him: "If you eat spicy food, you will have diarrhea at night and you will have to go to the hospital for injections."

Huo Yanheng, like all children, is afraid of injections.

But he never said that.

But if he had a choice, he still wanted to try it...

Mom won't allow it.

"...Okay." Huo Yanheng bit the vegetable leaf in disappointment, his eyes showing frustration involuntarily.

"Don't like tomatoes?"

The old father, immersed in the spicy experience, finally remembered that he had a son who was eating a clear soup pot.

Huo Yanheng's eyes lit up, thinking that his father was going to 'do justice' to him, and he immediately placed all his hopeful eyes on his father.

He shook his head: "It's not that I don't like it, I just want to have a taste..."

The two of them ate so deliciously that they had no idea what a huge temptation this was for a four-year-old baby.

Under the pressure of the spicy butter pot, the aroma of the clear soup and tomato pot is almost negligible.

As soon as Huo Yanheng took a breath, his nose was filled with a rich, fragrant and spicy smell.

The aroma entered his stomach along his nose and turned into a pair of invisible hands, kneading and squeezing his small stomach.

Huo Yanheng was hungry, but not hungry that needed to be filled.

He is greedy.

With his son looking forward to it, Huo Jingsen used serving chopsticks to give him a bowl full of beef slices in a tomato pot: "Listen to your mother."

Huo Yanheng: "......"