Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

One night passed.

The next day, hot pot suddenly became a popular food among the elite, and it was described as incredibly amazing, with some even saying that hot pot was food eaten by gods.

Suddenly, everyone with money and power wanted to try it.

This is of course inseparable from the propaganda of Song He, who can't keep a secret. He kept talking about it after dinner last night.

Meanwhile, Yan Wenli and others also made a lot of efforts. They found many storytellers to embellish the hot pot feast last night.

As a result, countless wealthy and powerful people wanted to try it out, but most of them had no idea where to eat.

I want to eat it, but I can't.

This made Lu Yan, Song He, and the others extremely happy, and their sense of superiority soared.

Others may want to eat but can't, but they've already finished eating and have their own special cauldron.

The best part is that they can go out to eat again tonight!

This comparison is absolutely amazing!

Lu Yan woke up early, quickly washed his face, and rushed to check on his precious food box.

His name was engraved on the food box, on the chopsticks and plates, and even on the cauldron.

This is exclusive!

Inside the pot, there was a solidified layer of red oil, and the aroma of yesterday's hot pot could still be faintly smelled.

"Cook noodles! Cook noodles!"

He carried the cauldron straight to the kitchen.

The servants of the Duke's mansion were all stunned when they saw this.

"Hey, what happened to the young master? Why is he so dark-skinned?"

"Why are you still carrying a pot?"

"Oh, the young master doesn't like wearing powder anymore! That's great! Let's go tell the master and mistress!"

"..."

At this moment, Duke Lu and his wife are having a meal and chatting.

No, we can't call it chatting; it should be mutual recrimination.

"Look at the son you gave birth to! All he does is put on makeup and doesn't do anything productive. He's a disgrace to me all the time!" Duke Lu was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his son.

Because he has a son who wears makeup, he has been laughed at by his colleagues countless times.

Madam Lu retorted without backing down: "Isn't the son I gave birth to your son? The father is to blame for the son's misbehavior! If anyone is to blame, it's you!"

"Besides, you were the one who agreed to raise him as a girl in the first place, and now you're blaming me!"

"You..." Duke Lu pointed at Madam Lu, speechless with anger for a long time, "Then you should also do something about it! Look how old he is! Not only does he not want to marry, but he doesn't even have a concubine or maidservant. Is he trying to wipe out the Lu family line?"

"If you're so capable, go and find out which girl is willing to marry our son. You take charge of arranging it. I can't control it."

Duke Lu was even angrier; he felt his head buzzing.

What a misfortune for our family!

Just then, an excited voice came from the doorway:

"Master, Madam, the young master didn't wear any powder today. He's all clean and tidy; he only washed his face!"

Duke Lu immediately stood up: "Really?"

"Really, really!"

"Where is he? I'll go see him!" Madam Lu said anxiously, her face showing obvious joy.

"He went to the kitchen. The young master went to the kitchen carrying a pot."

???

Duke Lu and his wife exchanged a glance, and the next moment, they rushed out the door.

It's good that you've given up the habit of wearing makeup, but what are you doing in the kitchen? Won't you pick up other bad habits?

Good heavens, good heavens, I just don't think this is a good thing.

The two walked quickly, rushing straight to the kitchen.

Before even reaching the door, a numbing and spicy aroma filled my nostrils.

"Can you smell it? It smells so good." Madam Lu couldn't help but sniff.

Duke Lu: "Indeed, having lived most of my life, this is the first time I've ever smelled such a fragrant aroma."

"Do you think our son is cooking in there?"

"No, no, definitely not." Duke Lu shook his head repeatedly.

How could he not know what kind of person Lu Yan was? He was waited on hand and foot, just like Lu Yan.

Cooking? Never in this lifetime.

The two rushed into the kitchen full of doubts, only to see Lu Yan sitting happily in front of a cauldron, the red soup inside bubbling and emitting a rich aroma.

At that moment, Lu Yan was putting noodles into the pot.

Duke Lu: "..."

No, am I blind?

Mrs. Lu: "..."

Am I still half asleep? This dream was really scary...

"Son, what are you doing..." In the end, it was Madam Lu who spoke first.

Lu Yan: "I had hot pot yesterday, and this is the leftover broth, which is perfect for cooking noodles."

"Hot pot? That hot pot that's been talked about so much?" Duke Lu's eyes widened.

"Yes, it's hot pot." Lu Yan said, taking a piece of tofu out of the pot.

He not only put noodles in, but also added a lot of vegetables.

The Duke and Duchess Lu only saw the tofu trembling, covered in red oil and steaming, being slowly fed into Lu Yan's mouth.

Almost instinctively, the couple both drooled.

"My son, let your mother have a taste too. It smells wonderful." Madam Lu was the first to step forward.

Although she often nags Lu Yan, she still has a very good relationship with him.

Unlike Duke Lu, who gets angry after only a few words.

Lu Yan: "Come quick, Mom! This hot pot smells amazing! Although the second one isn't as good as the first, it's still better than what we usually eat. You should try it!"

Just then, the ingredients in the pot were cooked. Lu Yan took a small bowl, put some vegetables and noodles into it, and then handed it to Madam Lu.

Mrs. Lu's eyes lit up after just one bite: "My goodness, it smells so good!"

"Spicy and numbing, this flavor is wonderful!"

"Then eat more now, skip lunch. Tonight, I'll take you to a hot pot feast; that first meal will be even better!"

At this moment, Madam Lu didn't care about anything else and just kept eating.

Duke Lu, standing nearby, asked: Why is no one doing anything about him?

He wanted to eat it too.

After a long pause, she finally spoke up, "I'd like to try some too."

He stepped forward, grabbed a chopstick, and scooped the food out of the pot.

"Father, I suggest you don't try it." Lu Yan grabbed Duke Lu's wrist.