Chapter 63 Disaster
Lu Jingyuan's nose was filled with the spicy smell of hot pot. His sense of smell was sensitive, and the spicy smell was amplified several times, choking him and causing him to cough.

He frowned: "This taste..."

"That's great, isn't it!"

Lu Jingyuan shook his head and told the truth: "This smell may be a disaster for orcs with a keen sense of smell. It is very..."

He searched his mind for words to describe the taste.

But he racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

[Director Lu actually described it as a disaster! I am now very curious about the taste of the hot pot. Can I come downstairs to the chef's house to smell it? ]

[I want to smell it, too. I’m curious! ]

[Hey, why does the environment of the chef male community look so familiar? Does it seem to be my community? ! No wonder I smelled a smell recently. ]

[Fuck, this is so spicy! ]

They were walking home live, and almost everyone in the Federation knew where the male cook next to Ning Ruan lived.

Ning Ruan frowned when she saw what was said in the barrage, and said slowly: "Zhou Jinghuai has a name, and he is not called Cook Male."

The fans in the live broadcast room called the chef a masculine guy.

Ning Ruan felt very disrespectful to Zhou Jinghuai. Not to mention the word "masculine", just the word "cook" made her very dislike.

Zhou Jinghuai loves cooking.

But he is more than just a cook by his side.

"Ok?"

We were just talking about hotpot when we heard Ning Ruan's defense.

Zhou Jinghuai looked at the comments in the live broadcast room. Everyone was apologizing to him. He smiled and said, "It's okay. You can call me whatever you like~"

He doesn't care about being called a cook.

As he said this, he took out an iron pot from the kitchen and put in some white butter cubes, which he had stored in the refrigerator some time ago. Light the fire!

Ning Ruan looked at the ingredients being prepared for cooking on the table, gave Zhou Jinghuai a thumbs up, and praised him, "I'm really looking forward to eating hot pot!"

The snow-white butter block gradually melted. The melted butter had a pure color and was accompanied by a faint oily aroma. He took it out and then took out the green onion.

Shallots are a unique product of the Federation.

There are not only shallots and scallions, but also onions.

Ning Ruan threw all these things into the butter pot and stirred them with a spatula, saying, "All these things need to be fried to enhance the flavor."

When fried until golden brown, Ning Ruan removes all the small ingredients from the pot and throws in the ginger slices, waiting until the ginger slices are slightly dry.

Ning Ruan looked at Zhou Jinghuai and asked, "Did you make the chili sauce in advance?"

Stir-fried hot pot base requires not only dried chili peppers but also chili sauce pickled in advance.

Zhou Jinghuai nodded and took out a bright red bottle from the shade. The moment he opened the bottle, Lu Jingyuan couldn't help but pinch his nose.

[Ah? Is the smell that bad? Director Lu pinched his nose as soon as he opened the lid.]

【When something red like that is put into the pot, the color of the oil changes. 】

[I live downstairs from Zhou Jinghuai. When I got home, there was a spicy smell in the air and I had a runny nose! ]

Not only Lu Jingyuan felt the taste was strong.

The same is true for Zhou Jinghuai.

But after he had hotpot once, he gradually became immune to the taste. He looked at Lu Jingyuan and said, "Director Lu will be immune to the taste after having hotpot."

Lu Jingyuan drooped his eyelids slightly: "I hope so."

He had eaten delicious food with Ning Ruan in the space battlefield, but none of the food was spicy. Strictly speaking, the taste of delicious food was much richer than that of nutritional supplements.

(End of this chapter)