Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

With the fresh, sweet Lingxi River water from her space and the pure wild boar stick bone soup provided by White Tiger, combined with various vegetables and condiments from her space, Cai Wei’s spicy hot pot could be said to be extremely successful.

Before the hot pot was ready, the rich aroma had already drawn Chang Mei and Brother Ying who were drooling, even the Old Turtle who usually had a light diet could not help but crawl over and circle around the pot stand.

"It smells so good, Master, is it ready? I really want to taste it!"

Chang Mei’s little paws were on the pot stand, his eyes fixated unblinkingly on the pot bubbling with hot air.

Cai Wei said with a smile, "Not yet, the timing of the spicy hot pot is very crucial. If it’s one moment too soon, the vegetables will be undercooked; if it’s one moment too late, they will be overcooked. So, we must calculate the timing well, neither a moment too early nor a moment too late is allowed!"

While she was speaking, her arm lifted, quickly scooping out the vegetables, potato slices, mushrooms, black fungus, noodles, etc., from the hot pot. They were served in a bowl, garnished with coriander, garlic, sesame sauce, chili oil, etc, then a soup ladle of the original soup was poured into the bowl. The spicy hot pot, brimming with hot air and fragrant aroma, was served in front of them.

"Eat up, be careful not to scald yourself!"

"Squawk—Master, why don’t I have any?"

Brother Ying, with his round mung bean eyes, loudly protested.

Cai Wei squatted down and poked his round stomach, laughing, "Are you sure you can still eat more?"

Brother Ying quickly protected his round stomach with his wings, gave Cai Wei a resentful look and remained silent.

Cai Wei said, "Remember, although the delicacy is irresistible, overeating is not only bad for your health, but also, if there are even more delicious things, you won’t have the chance to eat them!"