i spent the summer in gotham

433.

In fact, hot pot is only convenient when cooking, and it is troublesome to prepare and clean up afterwards.

Damian is a vegetarian and I will have a separate pot for him.Tim, a useless guy, even thinks the braised beef noodles are spicy. I want to have an extra tomato pot.Therefore, a total of four pots, two big and two small, should be prepared for this hot pot meal.

I dug out all the ingredients in the refrigerator, directed Jason and Dick to cut vegetables and meat on the chopping board, Tim and Damian were sent to wash the pot, and Connor and Joe dealt with all the unwashed vegetables in the vegetable sink .

I peeled the tomatoes, diced and sliced ​​them, and fried them with onions, ginger, garlic and peppercorns as the hot pot base for the tomato pot.

A line of sight from outside the door secretly looked into the kitchen.

Without turning my head, I said coldly, "There is no place for you in the kitchen. If you have time, drive to pick up Kashan and Barbara. They are buying vegetables and dipping sauces at the Chinese supermarket in Chinatown."

That line of sight retracted silently, just the eyes revealing desolation.

In the kitchen, Bruce Wayne and Xiaobai are forbidden to enter.

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After a while, that line of sight poked out and nailed the back of my head, "Sour plum soup."

"Call Kassan and ask her to buy a jar of peanut butter and a bottle of vinegar by the way."

"……Oh."

That line of sight quietly disappeared outside the kitchen door again.

435.

We were gathering around the table and setting up four pots when the girls rushed into the manor with their bags.

Tim looked at the cauldron bubbling red with awe, and asked me, "Is it spicy?"

I took a spoon to scoop up some of the soup base and tasted it, smacking my lips, "slightly spicy."

"Really?" Dick said, "I'm not questioning you, but this color looks a bit far from 'spicy'."

He added, "Like the gap between Bruce and getting up early."

Dude, did you see half of my dad's face peeking out from behind the paper shopping bag?

Before your name is back on the will list, you will be kicked out again.Maybe the negative is positive, and my dad will add your name back.

Barbara placed all kinds of dipping sauces and ingredients bought from the Chinese supermarket on the table, "What are we going to do now?"

"Adjust the dipping sauce," I poured the sliced ​​potatoes and white radish into the pot, "then add the ingredients, just wait and eat."

"Great!" Everyone cheered, finding ingredients they were interested in and throwing them into the pot.

I continued, "But things like cakes can't be thrown into the hot pot."

Xiao Qiao paused with his hands hanging in mid-air.

"Neither can energy bars."

Tim's energy bar turned one way and shoved it into his own mouth.

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Eleven of us sat around the pot, looking at the soup pot that was steaming and the ingredients were tumbling, and waited for it.

Everyone squeezed their chopsticks tightly, and those who couldn't use chopsticks (especially Connor and Xiao Qiao) also squeezed their forks tightly, and fixed their eyes on the ingredients floating in the red oil.

Eating hot pot is a war, the winner is full and the loser is hungry.Diners cannot be merciful in war, otherwise they will only usher in the tragic fate of all food being snatched away.

Speed, strength, and skill are indispensable; will, planning, and mentality cannot be neglected.

The process of eating is the embodiment of strategy and also a symbol of strength. Only the strongest can stand out from the crowd and get the first hot meatball!

Everyone held their breath, for fear that the slightest movement would disturb the ingredients swimming in the fiery red soup.

The first piece of fat beef that has faded from pink comes to the surface with the boiling soup, floating among the green onions and peppers, it looks like a beautiful woman, stretching her figure quietly, showing off her tenderness.

A pair of chopsticks moved.

Jason said carelessly words to confuse the enemy, "If you don't eat it, then I will test the water first." At the same time, the chopsticks plunged into the water like a cormorant, and suddenly plunged into the pot!

In the blink of an eye, the Fat Cow Beauty was already hanging on his chopsticks, and was about to fall into his dipping bowl!

The ladle pretended to be casual and separated his chopsticks lightly, and the fat cow and beauty slipped off Jason's chopsticks.

It was no ordinary spoon, but an extension of Dick's body.He showed a kind but murderous smile, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

During the confrontation between the two, a pair of chopsticks caught the fat beef piece with lightning speed, the angle was so tricky, and the timing was so ingenious that Jason and Dick, who were fighting with chopsticks and spoons, didn't even realize it!

Under everyone's sharp gaze, Bruce gently buried the fat beef in the sesame sauce at the bottom of the bowl, wrapped it in a circle of dipping sauce, and elegantly put it in his mouth.

He chewed a few times quietly, and after obviously swallowing, he took a big gulp of the sour plum soup with ice cubes on the side.

"Is this slightly spicy?"

"Yeah," I picked up the hot cooked fish fillet in the space under Jason's chopsticks and dick's spoon, "otherwise it's still spicy?"

My dad looked at me deeply for a moment, then reached for the jar of peanut butter and added another tablespoon to the bowl.

?

Is it really spicy?

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Tim cautiously picked up a meatball floating in front of him, wrapped it in sesame sauce and took a bite.

His expression was very exciting, his face flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye.There were tears and a thousand words in those eyes looking at me.

Ah, I remembered, after all, this is a small vegetable chicken that even feels spicy when eating braised beef noodles.

Dick was inhaling hotly, but also distractedly smiled, "Tibao, you and little D are so cute."

Only then did we turn our eyes to Damian, who was next to him and had two pots for himself.

The little boy blushed and poured sour plum soup without saying a word.

Hearing this sentence, Tim stopped his hand reaching for the drink, and he made up his mind to eat the ball in one gulp, his expression uncontrollably grim.

Even so, he still insisted not to touch the drink.

Tim smiles tearfully and triumphantly, "Damian, you're such a sucker."

Please, don't let the strange desire to win dominate yourself at a time like this, okay?

Tim your head is on fire!

438.

Jason's performance was a little bit better than others, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose.

It is worthy of being a frequent visitor to all the hot dog stands in Gotham, and the warrior who has triple hot sauce is no problem.

While he was chopping his chopsticks like flying, Tim was already tilting his head on the side with a numb expression, like a salted fish left to dry outside the house, his eyes were full of fishy wisdom.

... No, this is not wisdom at all, isn't this just being so hot that you lose consciousness and have an empty head?

In addition, Bruce and Stephanie, who made good use of dipping sauce and drinks, performed slightly better.

Bruce will carefully consider and measure each time before chopsticks, researching which dish will not be so spicy, how to wrap the sauce to minimize the spicy taste, and how to drink the drink so that it doesn't look so embarrassing.

Stephanie was more straightforward than him, holding a glass of ice milk and chugging down, panting, "Come back to life!".

"So," Barbara wondered, "why don't you eat tomato pot?"

Connor quickly scooped up the shrimp slippery from the tomato pot, put one into his own bowl, and put the other into Little Joe's bowl.He recommended it to Tim, "The tomato pot tastes good too, and it's not too spicy. You really should try it."

Tim glanced at Damian, the baby dish on Damian's chopsticks had chilli chunks on it, "No," he flatly refused, "I want spicy pot!"

I said not to be dominated by strange desires to win and lose! !

439.

"The tomato pot is so delicious, the tomato pot is my soul." Tim said after tasting a fish tofu fished out of the tomato pot.

Damian snorted coldly, "In the end I won the victory." He said, neatly pouring a plate of kelp into his small tomato pot.

Isn't this two people really fragrant? What's the comparison?

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Dick scooped the pot once with the colander, and again, and again, incredulously.

"What's going on?" He narrowed his eyes, "Where's the sliced ​​beef I just cooked?"

"I don't know." I said with the sliced ​​beef hidden in the bowl.

"I don't know either," said Jason, who was chewing the sliced ​​beef.

"I don't even know." Stephanie said, with sliced ​​beef hanging from her chopsticks.

Damian was furious, "It depends on me, I'm a vegetarian!"

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"Why does the food in the spicy pot always go in and disappear?" Jason asked, and he scooped up a spoonful of peppercorns and scallions for the third time.

"Did a mouse get into our pot?" Dick wondered. "I really put down a whole plate of beef slices. Where's my beef?"

"I swear I only ate two slices of beef," I said solemnly.

There may be more than two pieces, forget it, whatever, any number that is not "one" can be referred to with "two".

There was a mysterious chewing sound, and the three of us followed the prestige. Kashan was sitting in front of the spicy pot, her cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster eating silently and having no intention of fighting.

Noticing our gaze, she looked up at us, her face not blushing and her heart beating, as if what she wrapped in her bowl was not millet chili but tomato sauce.

"Is there a problem?"

She just took a sip of the sour plum soup in her hand!

The master is in the folk!

442.

Damian has two pots to himself, but in fact, more than one person will go to his pot to fish for things.

For example, Xiao Qiao, "There are no more mushrooms in the pot, can you give me a mushroom?"

Like Dick, "Wow, here's kelp, I've been looking for kelp for a long time!"

Stephanie and Jason would talk to people while nonchalantly picking up the colander next to Damian's pot, pretending that they couldn't see, temporarily blinding everyone like them.

Damian's pot is not an exclusive pot at all, but a shared pot.

443.

The ability to eat spicy food at home can be divided into spicy pot pie and tomato pot pie based on Stephanie and Connor.

Stephanie and above all have a certain ability to eat spicy food. This team includes me, Kashan, my father and Jason.

Those below Connor are not very good at fighting. They are Connor, Barbara, Dick, Damian, Tim and Joe.

Glad to have Joe there, otherwise Tim wouldn't have been able to lie to himself that he has a certain ability to eat spicy food.

444.

After nearly an hour, apart from the onion, ginger, garlic, and peppercorns, there was not even half a star of minced meat in the pot.

We are like locusts crossing the border, sweeping away the ingredients bought at home and in supermarkets.Later, Dick even brought a bag of cereal rings and wanted to try throwing them into the tomato pot.

We tried it and it was ok.

But small cakes and energy bars are still banned from the pot.

445.

When you are full of wine and food, it is suitable for reminiscing about the past.

Dick hooked Bruce's shoulder, "Usually I didn't know you could eat spicy food, but your posture of adjusting hot pot dipping sauce is even more proficient than Ci Zhang!"

My father hesitated, "Her mother... we used to eat hot pot."

Looking at my father's face, I think it should be corrected, it is often forced to eat hot pot with my mother.

"My mother is a fan of Jiugongge hot pot, and Jiugongge is not the level of spiciness that ordinary people can bear." I looked at my father sympathetically, "Haven't you ever thought of resisting and eating something else?"

For a moment, my dad's expression could be called embarrassment.

"The kitchen is always fragile," my dad said carefully, trying to hide the fact that they had blown up the kitchen more than once. "The hot pot is the only thing we can make besides sandwiches."

Yes, after all, you just need to throw it into the pot and cook, and the rest will be handled by the hot pot base.

My dad said, lost in memory, "We ate hot pot for half a month, and she taught me fighting landlords, playing mahjong and cheating."

It sounds like a good time.

"After half a month, the two of us entered the hospital."

I:……

Take back the foreword.