"You, such a big man, don't know to wear warm." Lin Jian worked tirelessly like a grandmother: "Look at these hands. It's a pity that such beautiful hands are frozen? Do you know how low the temperature is at night? Don't you wear a coat when you go out? Your suit can't work. Even the wool one is very thin. I can't see those people wearing thin double faces. They come out and say it's warm. The thickness of the paper is the same. Even the down jacket is cold. It's too thin Yes! "

In the car, Lin Jian was chatting and warming her hands with Yan Jingchen, but Yan Jingchen wanted to laugh. Mingming was only 16 years old, ah no, he was 17 after the new year. Mingming was so small, but he spoke like an old lady. It was... Interesting.

"Eh, why is the car parked here? Don't you go home?"

Lin Jian looked outside as if it was a private kitchen. Didn't she want to go home??

"It's too cold. I want to eat something to warm up." Yan Jingchen didn't change his face. In fact, he was just afraid that the little girl didn't eat well. After all, those places are all enemies. How can he eat at ease.

"OK, I'll go with you!" Lin Jian looked serious. When she got out of the car, she said, "what about big Qiangzi? My good grandson may be hungry."

"After ordering, let the store pack some."

"Good."

Lin Jian pulled Yan Jingchen's hand and went in: "I just covered it for you. Don't freeze it."

"Yes."

Yan Jingchen smiled and clenched her small palm with her backhand, allowing her to take herself in.

This private kitchen is specialized in making sheep and scorpion hot pot. The pots used are very exquisite old pots. On cold winter nights, the people who eat are full. As soon as you enter the house, you can feel the heat wave. The hot pot on each table steams out dense heat, and the smell of sheep and scorpion comes to your nose.

Lin Jian's saliva flowed down on the spot. She had never eaten hot pot in her previous life. She still ate it on the mountain in her life. Whenever the door is closed by heavy snow, Kunyu temple will start to cook hot pot. During the day, Taoist priests fly over the eaves and walk on the wall, step on the snow and fish without trace, put a basket of all kinds of fresh vegetables, beef, mutton and pork, which were sent by believers. The hot pot is well set and the fire is booming , we all get together to eat hot pot, which is basically the same as the excitement here.

Licking the corners of her mouth, Lin Jian looked at the menu, redrawn a pen on the frozen tofu, and then looked at Yan Jingchen. The goods were still looking at her. She had to pass the menu first: "OK, you order first."

"No, I'll eat what you order."

Lin Jian smiled and waited for this sentence. The great grandson of the Yan family is so kind and observant.

So Lin Jian opened it directly. Sheep scorpion hotpot is a must. The rest is just what she likes, such as fish and shrimp balls, wide powder duck blood, fat sheep and cattle, chrysanthemum and cabbage. In short, what classics come from, and she ordered a lot in a short time.

When he called the waiter, Yan Jingchen said, "the same package will be sent to this address."

Lin Jian nodded with satisfaction. Uh huh, this child is really good. I still remember her good grandson.

When the hot pot was delivered to Lin Qiang, Lin Qiang was still ignorant. Yan Jingchen, the hot pot, went to eat sheep and scorpions with his sister-in-law's milk???

He said why he didn't come back now, but this pot of sheep and scorpions looked very fragrant.

Lin Qiang's mouth was watering. He decided to take a pat on his thigh and start eating and broadcasting tonight!