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That stir-fried chili pepper is a unique and domineering king!
The chili peppers are only in the pan for a few seconds when the intensely pungent aroma sweeps through the entire small shop.
moment!
Tornado and Fubuki started coughing; those with strong mental abilities like them are also very sensitive to sensory stimuli.
The two of them sneezed simultaneously.
Aoba's expression showed a hint of helplessness.
no way.
The shop has limited space, so he has already turned the kitchen exhaust fan up to the maximum.
But the pungent smell was still very strong.
just.
wow-
As soon as the shop door was pulled open, the lively Songla pulled in the reluctant Yayu.
"Manager, I've brought you Crow Feather to apologize~~~ Waaah!!!"
"What is this smell?!?"
The bespectacled girl, who had been beaming with a cheerful smile, suddenly turned extremely pained.
Song covered his nose and mouth, and his face gradually turned red.
“What a spicy taste!”
The crow feather, which she was pulling, also frowned slightly, but quickly adapted and performed much better than Song.
"Miss Song, and Miss Ya Yu, please find a place to sit down. I'll be out in a bit."
Aoba, who was in the kitchen, responded in a slightly louder voice.
Song looked distressed and pained.
A few tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the indifferent Crow Feather beside her.
"Raven Feather, aren't you feeling unwell at all? How about we come back later?"
"You react like this with just a little bit of spice? Didn't you insist on dragging me here? Running away is a disgrace to the Wagtail!"
Ya Yu's words left Song with a look of utter helplessness.
After releasing his hand from his mouth and nose, he leaned close to Ya Yu and tapped her pert backside, whispering:
"You seemed distracted while practicing swordsmanship during the day, and Sister Meizai said you were absent-minded. I even saw you using that knife in the bathroom..."
Raven Feather's expression changed instantly, and she struggled somewhat frantically.
"When did you install the surveillance camera in the bathroom?!"
"Huh? Is that the important point?"
"Regardless of the circumstances..."
Suddenly, Yaburu moved closer to Matsu, pressing the hilt of her sword against the soft flesh behind her, and whispered a warning in her ear.
"If you blurt this out, especially if Aoba finds out..."
The words were not finished.
Song nodded solemnly, his body stiff, but inwardly he was cursing that civilian employees had no human rights!
Only after receiving Matsu's assurance did Crow Feather slightly increase the distance between them.
When the handle was removed, it got stuck for a moment, probably because it was too soft. Seeing this, Yayu glanced down and couldn't help but scoff.
Useless fat!
call out--
Only after feeling the hilt of the sword leave did Matsuya breathe a sigh of relief.
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It's so pungent!!!
There was nothing Aoba could do in the kitchen.
This exhaust fan is sufficient for my small shop's daily cooking needs.
I never imagined that I'd be so overwhelmed by the strong flavors of hot pot that I wouldn't have enough stamina.
The only thing to blame is that the spiciness spreads too strongly.
This is really not a problem with the exhaust fan.
Aoba waved his arms continuously, holding the iron spoon like a warrior holding a sword.
The black iron pot contains an extremely tempting-looking hot pot broth.
After the spices have been thoroughly extracted, a bowl of homemade rice wine is added to neutralize the spiciness, and the most crucial base sauce is now ready.
In the country I lived in in my previous life, hot pot was practically everywhere.
It has even become a landmark delicacy.
Similarly, it is also a dish that helps chefs understand the origins of Sichuan cuisine.
In order to learn the differences between hot pot in several regions, he once traveled to more than ten cities and tasted no less than a hundred hot pot restaurants before he was able to give his master a satisfactory answer.
In retrospect, those experiences made him even more adept at preparing the base sauce.
The materials used can be adjusted according to requirements.
It made a clanging and banging sound.
The spoon and the iron pot collided.
The stir-fried base glistened with oil, its intense spiciness accompanied by an indescribable aroma.
This is the most irresistible temptation for anyone who loves spicy food!
Time is up!
Turn off the heat and pour the broth into a nine-compartment hot pot.
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He carried it out with his hands wrapped in a towel.
"Hot pot is here!"
With Aoba's laughter, Futaro and Saitama in the front hall had already pushed the two tables together, with an alcohol stove underneath.
When Qingye placed the hot pot on the table, it drew gasps of amazement from everyone.
The bright red base gleamed with an enticing sheen.
Immediately afterwards, Aoba brought out some broth from the kitchen and added it to the pot.
All of a sudden!
The pungent spiciness was instantly diluted, replaced by a rich aroma of buttery broth!
"smell good!"
"Aoba-kun's cooking skills would be no problem even in those five-star restaurants!"
"This hot pot is quite different from what I usually see!"
Several people took turns praising him.
But Qingye wasn't basking in the praise yet. She brought over sliced meat, vegetables, and most importantly, condiments that had been prepared beforehand from the kitchen.
"Come on, don't be shy."
He greeted everyone with a smile.
The snow-white, marbled beef, the pink slices of meat, and the garnish of green vegetables instantly ignited their enthusiasm.
The dipping sauce was prepared according to everyone's taste; it was simply a matter of picking up a slice of meat and briefly dipping it in the pot.
The slices of meat, glistening with bright red oil, floated and sank in the pot. After a dozen seconds, they were scooped out, dipped in the sauce, and eaten.
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hiss~!
Saitama, who was the first to pick up his chopsticks, shuddered. His terrifying aura vanished in an instant, and then he suddenly stood up and touched his head in surprise.
"Aoba, I... I think I've grown hair?"
Well. . .
Aoba smiled helplessly. It seems Saitama really has a deep grudge about his hair.
"Is it really that amazing?" Futaro asked in surprise, taking a bite as well. A moment later, his eyes widened. "Hiss~ Ha~! Aoba..."
"It's amazing!"
"Are you guys being too dramatic?!"
Aoba helplessly shrugged.
Genos, standing next to him, was also breathing out hot air, with billowing white steam coming out of the vents on his body.
"Manager Aoba..."
"Stop! If you like it, eat more. There's still plenty of meat in the kitchen, and we still have the fried food you ordered. Just let me know if you need more."
Aoba interrupted the three of them's exaggerated statement.
Look at the women's team...
Fubuki's face flushed red, and she couldn't speak. Even the half of her fair neck exposed under her trench coat was covered in sweat.
His eyes were brimming with a burning passion, almost overflowing with tears.
Me...
There really were no added ingredients!