After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Yellow throat, a common food in hot pot, comes from the large blood vessels of pigs, cattle and other livestock, usually the aorta, also known as the heart tube.

After listening to the explanation, Xie Dingyuan pondered: "If it is a large artery from the ventricle, should it be called the aortic arch?"

Jiang Fuyue nodded: "That's right for the scientific name."

"What does that have to do with the throat?"

"Who said it was about the throat?"

"Otherwise, why is it called a yellow throat? Besides, why is it yellow? I have dissected the arteries of pigs and cattle when I was in college. No matter if the left ventricle comes out or the right ventricle comes out, it should be white after cleaning."

Jiang Fuyue: "..." I'm sorry, even if your IQ is against the sky, I can't answer your two questions.

Xie Dingyuan: Why is she ignoring me again?

After ordering, the waiter placed the order on the spot, "Do you want red soup or mandarin duck?"

Jiang Fuyue asked Xie Dingyuan: "I can do it, how about you?"

He thought for a while, "Could it be half red soup and half clear soup?"

Waiter: "Of course you can, then I'll serve the two of you in a mandarin duck pot!"

Xie Dingyuan nodded calmly: "Yes, mandarin duck."

God knows a second ago, he didn't even know what Yuanyang was, but luckily he didn't make a joke.

After placing the order and checking it, the waiter exited the private room.

Xie Dingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but in the blink of an eye, he looked at Shangjiang Fuyue with a scrutiny.

"Have you ever eaten hot pot before?"

coming.

"Had," he said, "but not many times."

This is the truth.

No wonder the question "what is a yellow throat" can be asked.

Jiang Fuyue: "Then do you like to eat?"

Xie Dingyuan: "It's okay."

This is a lie.

When he was in the imperial capital before, Shen Qiannan took him to visit once, and the experience was very unpleasant.

After eating, I smelled hot pot all over my body, walking on the road, like a bag of hot pot base that moves.

For cleanliness patients, it is tantamount to torture.

Soon, the bottom of the pot came up, one red and one white, with an "S" shape in the middle.

Then the dishes were served.

Xie Dingyuan stared at the plate of "Yellow Throat" in front of him for two minutes, the pot was boiling, and he was still watching.

Suddenly: "This should be pig yellow throat."

Jiang Fuyue: "?"

The private room was too quiet, and all he could hear was the gurgling sound of boiling. Xie Dingyuan thought he had found a topic to talk about, so he worked harder—

"The length of the pig's yellow throat is about 60 to 70 centimeters, and the bezoar's throat can be used at least 1 meter. The main component is smooth muscle, which is protein, and its nutritional value is higher than that of the liver and stomach."

Jiang Fuyue: "?" So is the topic of "Yellow Throat" a problem?

"Cough! In fact, the bezoar throat should taste better, because it is thicker than the pig's yellow throat, but it will be more troublesome to handle. It needs to be opened with a scalpel first, and then the hemostatic forceps..."

"That!" Jiang Fuyue finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted.

Xie Dingyuan: "?"

The girl smiled: "The pot has been opened, don't you want to eat?"

"...Oh." He finally picked up the chopsticks.

What followed was silent meal time.

This shop tastes good, the dishes are fresh, and the bottom of the pot is fragrant. No wonder the business is so good. When I came in just now, the hall was full.

Jiang Fuyue placed a plate of tender beef, and then asked the waiter to bring in the meal. She used her brain for a whole day, she was really hungry.

This room, eat without distraction.

On the other side, Xie Dingyuan secretly looked at her from the corner of his eye.

The girl was sweating profusely from eating, her lips were blushing, and her peach eyes became more and more lustrous under the smoke.

Her eating rate is not slow, but she is not rude at all, but has a kind of candid and unpretentious straightforwardness.

Suddenly, "Do you like red soup or clear soup?" Jiang Fuyue asked Xie Dingyuan when she was about to serve the coriander balls.

When he was caught suddenly, he hurriedly looked away, and then pretended to be calm and replied, "It's fine."

Two more, one thousand words.

There are three shifts.