After four years of living alone after marrying far away, he went back to his parents' home and

After everything was prepared, a group of people gathered in the backyard and started eating hot pot.

Each person had their own small pot, steaming hot, creating a lively atmosphere.

Lan Yujuan was very curious, and while putting mushrooms into the pot, she couldn't help but ask:

"Teacher Lin Feng, on this holiday, where did you find so many mini hot pots in just one morning?"

There are 7 people in the shop, plus Lin Feng himself, Chen Mo and Teacher Kong, making a total of 10 people.

Even if you go to the supermarket to buy some, you might not have this much stock.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow at her and said with a faint smile:

"You own your own coffee shop, don't you even know what's in the kitchen?"

As he spoke, he turned and pointed towards the kitchen, to the bottom cabinet, saying:

"The pots were just sitting there, washed clean before being put away, so they only had a thin layer of dust on them."

"I gave it a quick rinse, and it's ready to use right out of the box."

Lan Yujuan was a little confused after hearing this. "Huh? Really?"

Honestly, she hasn't used that kitchen since she opened the shop.

Basically, we either order takeout from the store or eat at home.

Qi Lei knew this best, and raised his hand to her, saying, "That's right!"

"Qingqing and I discovered it a while ago. We even found a pot in there and cooked instant noodles in it!"

When Lan Qingqing heard her master mention her, she nodded along, but when the other person wasn't paying attention, she secretly rolled her eyes.

It seems that the minor friction between the master and apprentice is not going to be resolved anytime soon.

However, as long as it doesn't affect her work, Lan Yujuan basically turns a blind eye.

"Great! We can have another hot pot meal when it gets cold and snows!"

Teacher Kong, who was sitting next to me, was filled with envy when he heard that the restaurant was having hot pot during the first snow.

"Your work environment is really great; you can even organize hot pot on a snowy day."

Qi Lei, who was sitting next to Teacher Kong, looked up at him and casually said, "Want to come along?"

Teacher Kong sighed softly, and while the water in the pot was boiling, he picked up a piece of tripe, shaking his head as he cooked the vegetables in it.

"I'm afraid that won't work."

"Unless it doesn't snow at all this year, and only snows around the Lunar New Year, then it's possible!"

Qi Lei's gaze involuntarily fell on the piece of tripe rolling in the hot pot next to him, and he continued:

"What if it snows on a weekend?"

Teacher Kong shook his head and said earnestly:

"Senior year is different. We have to study and attend tutoring classes on Saturdays and Sundays. We only get a half-day off on Sunday afternoons."

"Sunday afternoon off isn't even enough for me to catch my breath!"

After listening, Qi Lei remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the pot beside him.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Kong asked curiously. "Is there a problem?"

Qi Lei looked up, glanced quickly at Teacher Kong, his ears turning red, and hurriedly explained.

"It's nothing, I'm just getting old..."

Upon hearing this, the people talking nearby fell silent.

Professor Kong, in particular, froze in his seat, unsure of what to say next.

There were 10 people at the table, and Professor Kong was indeed the oldest woman present.

Moreover, due to her work, she tries to dress in a more mature style.

My attire today is not as formal as when I'm working at school.

Compared to the other girls at her desk, who were only around 20 years old and quite pretty, she was indeed much more mature and composed.

Lan Qingqing, who was standing next to him, was the first to react. She scooped a large spoonful of chili peppers from the table and shoved it directly into Qi Lei's bowl, while whispering a warning:

"Master, if you can't speak properly, then shut up!"

"With that lousy mouth of yours, I'm starting to wonder if you're allergic to beautiful women?"

"Or are you saying you don't even like women at all?"

Qi Lei was also a little confused, looking at the bright red chili peppers in the bowl with a bewildered expression.

"What did I say wrong?"

Teacher Kong, who had been standing there in a daze, belatedly realized what was happening, and his face gradually turned red.

She adjusted her glasses and forced a calm smile, saying:

"It's alright. Compared to everyone here, I am indeed older, that's a fact."

"But there shouldn't be any age restrictions for coming to this restaurant for hot pot, right?"

After listening, Lan Yujuan quickly changed the subject, moving a plate of sliced ​​matsutake mushrooms next to her in front of Teacher Kong:

"Senior sister, would you like to try this?"

"If this matsutake mushroom is freshly picked from the mountain, it tastes best as sashimi."

"However, we don't produce this locally. It takes a day or two to sort and transport it on the way, so it's not quite right to eat it as sashimi."

"On the contrary, it's especially delicious grilled or boiled. Why don't you try it?"

Teacher Kong smiled and nodded. "Okay!"

Qi Lei frowned, looking at the bright red chili sauce in the bowl. He then looked around at the woman who was clearly hostile towards him. He was completely baffled.

What's wrong?

He didn't even realize what he had said wrong.

However, Qi Lei had a good impression of Teacher Kong.

It just so happens that he and Lan Qingqing have also fallen out, and he can't be bothered to say a word to her.

Seeing Teacher Kong picking up some matsutake mushrooms, Qi Lei also reached out with his chopsticks, "Is it really that delicious? I want to try some too."

Teacher Kong ignored him, but after taking another bite, he switched to another dish and continued to cook tripe.

Teacher Kong doesn't have any particular rules when it comes to cooking tripe. He just picks it up and throws it into the pot, and eats it whenever he takes it out.

Seeing her making such a mess again, Qi Lei finally couldn't hold back this time. "Hey, wait a minute!"

"Teacher Kong, tripe cooks very quickly. You can't just throw it in to boil like that, otherwise it will be overcooked when you take it out."

"If you cook it like this, dip it in and out seven or eight times, it will be cooked just right, not overcooked at all, crispy and delicious."

Qi Lei seemed afraid she wouldn't believe him, so he emphasized it again:

"real!"

"Why don't you try it?"