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"You have to stir-fry the hotpot base yourself for the best flavor." Gu Lingling said with a smile, "Besides, this year’s red chilies look amazing."

She was a bit tempted.

Actually, you could use the base from a hotpot restaurant, but since she was inviting people over for dinner, Gu Lingling wanted to make her own base.

As for the copper pot, she’d already picked up a new set from a hotpot restaurant here, along with some charcoal.

After returning, Zhang Lanfang came over with Yuanyuan and Mo Hongying to Gu Lingling’s house. "Let’s have a simple lunch and save our stomachs for dinner."

Gu Lingling smiled at Yuanyuan, "Auntie will make wontons for you for lunch."

When buying meat, she’d already had the butcher help her with the cuts. After cleaning the lamb leg thoroughly at home, she started making broth in the only large pot she had.

Yuanyuan was still young, so Gu Lingling planned to make beef wontons for her.

As for the three of them, though they said they’d have a simple meal, the lamb from that place was so good. She also bought some lamb ribs and made three cold dishes and pilaf for lunch.

"Pilaf? You can even make pilaf?" Mo Hongying was just about to worship her.

She was terrible at cooking.

So most of the time, their family either ate at the cafeteria or Ge Junlei would bring back food from the cafeteria.

They rarely cooked at home.

So, if you ask Mo Hongying what she admired the most?

It would probably be women like Gu Lingling who cook well and make delicious food.

"Uh... I learned a bit before." Gu Lingling said with a smile.

In her previous life, there was someone in the kitchen from Northwest China who was skilled at making pilaf, and she learned it after following along a few times.

"It’s actually quite simple. If you want to learn, I can teach you." Gu Lingling said.

"I want to learn, I want to learn." Fan Cuiling said as soon as she heard this and, seeing everyone looking at her, she said a bit shyly, "In the future, when I get married, I’ll make it for him."

Her current goal is to become a woman like Sister Lingling.

She knows a lot, and there seems nothing she can’t do.

Gu Lingling unknowingly gained a little admirer.

For the cold dishes, she made chilled carrots and onions. "In Xinjiang, they call this ’piyazi.’ It’s delicious and refreshing when you mix it."

Onions mixed with tomatoes give a sweet and sour taste that’s quite unique.

The tomatoes were brought over from the Capital City by someone for Mo Hongying’s mother, knowing her daughter liked them.

Before it’s even done, you can smell the delicious aroma.

Even Yuanyuan shouted for pilaf.

Zhang Lanfang didn’t let Gu Lingling make wontons anymore and directly served pilaf and lamb soup to the child.

"Oh no, you said to save the stomach for dinner, but I’m already stuffed at lunch." Mo Hongying said with her hands on her round belly, looking miserable, "It’s just too delicious, what should I do?"

"There’s more in the pot, do you want some more?"

"No, no more." Mo Hongying shook her head, "I never knew that onions could taste so good cold, paired with pilaf, it’s simply perfect."

She thought it would be awful, but pilaf needs this kind of thing to have zing.

As for the rest of the pilaf in the pot, it’ll be left for the men to eat at night.

"Lingling, if I don’t become in-laws with you in the future, I’ll be your neighbor." Mo Hongying said, "I’d better become a neighbor first; being close makes it easy to foster childhood sweethearts."

"I think you want to be close so you can mooch off meals, right?"

"Haha..."

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