System: Interstellar Planting Daily

((*\u0027▽\u0027*)? I hope no one took the title of the previous chapter "shabu-shabu" as "shabu-shabu")

When Ye Qingluo was preparing the bottom of the hot pot, he remembered to ask his parents.

The adult world often does not require choices.

Qing Ning smiled slightly: "I want all four kinds of pot bottoms."

However, reality is often unsatisfactory.

Ye Qingluo decisively rejected his mother's unreasonable request: "There is only Yuanyang Hotpot, and you can only choose two flavors."

Qing Ning waved people away angrily: "Clear soup, spicy, let's go, let's go!"

Ye Qingluo didn't leave. He sat down next to Qing Ning and asked with a flattering smile: "Mom, hot pot tastes too strong. Let's go cook hot pot in the yard?"

Qing Ning frowned for a moment, and was about to speak out her rejection, but saw her son looking at her blankly...

Ye's daughter-in-law said for him: "Your fever has just gone away. You have forgotten the pain after the illness, right? How dare you go outside to blow the night wind!?"

Ye Qingluo knew it!

That's why he came to try to convince his parents.

"The open-air hot pot is so beautiful, right under the pavilion in the courtyard, okay?"

Qing Ning said decisively: "No!"

"⊙︿⊙"

At this time, Ye Qinghe came over, rubbed his brother's head, and said to Qing Ning: "Mom, Luo Luo is right, cooking hot pot in the house smells too much, even if the air purifier is turned on.

Let's just put a few screens under the pavilion to block the night wind from blowing. "

After saying that, he glanced at his younger brother and said contemptuously: "Weak chicken!"

"(▼ plate ▼#)"

Ye Qingluo went out angrily and went to the yard to clear the table and cook the pot.

Qing Ning couldn't help but slap her eldest son: "Don't always be angry with your brother. It's you who gets sick from anger and feels sorry for him!"

"I know, I know, it's not that I can't hold it back, it's because teasing him is too fun."

Fortunately, Ye Qingluo had already gone out, otherwise he would have been so angry that he would have stopped eating after hearing his brother's words!

In the kitchen, Bai Jingyuan saw the table under Ye Qingluo's pavilion through the window, and couldn't help but speed up his movements.

After slicing the mutton in his hand, Bai Jingyuan took off his gloves and said to Hua Lingchen, "I'll help clear the table. It's up to you here!"

When he walked out of the kitchen, he suddenly turned back and said, "I'll ask Brother Ye to come over and help you!"

Hua Lingchen glanced at Bai Jingyuan and curled up the corner of his mouth, showing a "you are very wise" expression.

Bai Jingyuan passed by the living room and said hello to Ye Qinghe. When he walked out, he saw that Ye Qinghe had already stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Tsk! The sour smell of mutual love!

"Luo! I'll help you fix it!"

Bai Jingyuan shouted and ran two steps quickly to the foot of the pavilion.

Ye Qingluo has placed the table in the center of the pavilion and spread it with a waterproof tablecloth. This tablecloth is easy to clean and can be rinsed clean with water.

"Yuanyang Hotpot, with clear soup and spicy flavor at the same time, is that enough?" Ye Qingluo put the pot on the table and added water to it while saying: "I'd better buy a four-square grid pot some other time. Yuanyang Hotpot can no longer satisfy everyone. .”

"Four squares? A pot divided into four squares?"

"Well, there are still Jiugongge, but...it's not necessary, right?" Ye Qingluo looked at Bai Jingyuan.

Bai Jingyuan nodded in agreement: "It's really not necessary, four grids are enough. But..."

Bai Jingyuan pointed to the clear soup in the Yuanyang pot and asked, "This is the clear soup pot? Isn't this just clear water?"

"Yes, mutton-boiled, boil it lightly in boiling water and then dip it in the ingredients and it will taste delicious." Ye Qingluo added ginger slices, red dates, and wolfberries to the water, "Doesn't this look better?"

"It looks good." Bai Jingyuan touched his chin and nodded seriously.

Ye Qingluo twitched the corner of his mouth, put the spicy base on the other side, then turned around and took out a set of screens.

He first looked at the courtyard and asked to himself: "There is no need to pull up the screen, right? Is there any wind tonight?"

Bai Jingyuan smiled and said: "It's a little windy, come on, I'll pull up the screen."

He took the screen from Ye Qingluo and placed it directly on the northwest side of the table.

"Okay! Come on, let's serve the food."

Ye Qingluo grabbed Bai Jingyuan and said, "Wait a minute, hang up some lights, and we'll take some nice pictures later."

"Still taking pictures?"

Ye Qingluo winked at Bai Jingyuan: "Of course! I want to take pictures to show Camille and Hua Ling'an~"

"Hahahaha... Xiao Qingluo, you are too bad! But I like it! I will also take pictures and send them to Lei Che and the others~"

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing for a while, the two of them suddenly realized that this was not very kind, so they coughed dryly and restrained themselves.

Ye Qingluo took out a large box of decorative lights seriously.

Bai Jingyuan hung the lights randomly around the pavilion. After they were almost hung, Ye Qingluo ran outside the pavilion to look at the overall scenery.

The pavilion is the kind of four-cornered pavilion found in farmyards. Rather than calling it a pavilion, it might be more appropriate to call it a shed.

There is a round table in the pavilion, covered with a brown tablecloth, and six chairs that are also brown in color.

Above the round table is a spotlight chandelier, which just illuminates the perimeter of the table.

Behind the table and chairs is a half-surrounded wooden screen. The simple lines on the screen outline the daily life of the people in the ancient freehand style village. Of course, you can only see this when you get closer.

At this time, Ye Qingluo's eyes fell on several soft-colored hanging lamps.

Bai Jingyuan asked loudly: "How is it? Do you need to change positions?"

Ye Qingluo waved his hand: "No, it looks good. You turn down the heat a little, and let's go serve the food."

"okay!"

After fruits, vegetables and today's main dish of mutton were brought to the table one by one, Ye Qingluo took many photos from good angles.

He was afraid of being scolded, so he didn't dare to send it to his friends now. As for the food photos, he might as well send them in the middle of the night~

After starting to move his chopsticks, Bai Jingyuan took a few bites of the hot-boiled pork, but he always felt that there was something wrong with it. He suddenly realized it when he saw Ye Qingluo pouring juice for Qing Ning.

He took out a stool from the space button, then took out a large bucket of beer and placed it on the stool. He patted the beer bucket and said with a smile: "Eating meat must be paired with beer, so that you can enjoy it!"

"Beer??" Ye Qingluo leaned over to take a look.

Bai Jingyuan took a glass of beer and handed it to Ye Qingluo: "Just take a look, underage people are not allowed to drink."

Ye Qingluo reached out to take the cup, but Bai Jingyuan dodged it and passed it to Dad Ye, bypassing Ye Qingluo.

"Uncle, try it. This is brewed with grains such as barley malt and wheat malt."

Ye Chong took a sip of the beer. He didn't think it tasted good at first, but after taking two sips, he felt the beauty.

Ye Qingluo gritted his teeth and glanced at Jingyuan, then took a cup to pick up the beer himself.

"Hey, don't!" Bai Jingyuan advised: "It's not that I don't let you drink, your wound is not healed yet!"

Ye Qingluo paused for a moment. If there is any trauma, it seems that he cannot drink...

"Just have a taste!" Ye Qingluo made a little sign with his thumb and index finger: "I don't like drinking beer in the first place, I just want to try it."

This……

Bai Jingyuan looked at Ye Chong and Qing Ning.

Ye Chong nodded: "Just give him a bite."

"..."

Ye Qingluo lowered his eyes and watched Bai Jingyuan take a sip of beer to him.

Just one bite!

After Ye Qingluo tasted the beer angrily, he couldn't help but sneered, curled his lips and shook his head.

It still tastes so bad!

Seeing everyone looking at him, Ye Qingluo felt a little embarrassed for a moment. He put down his cup and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get some ice cubes."

Cold beer tastes much better than room temperature beer. . .