Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 302 Su Qingge: I want to eat hot pot, now, immediately!

Lin Zhou stood in front of the kitchen counter, not yet having taken off the slightly incongruous apron.

He stared at Su Qingge, his eyes filled with an absurd sense of "Are you kidding me?"

Su Qingge didn't look at him; her usually calm and composed beautiful eyes were now fixed on the television screen.

On the screen, the close-up shots of the food channel were brutal.

The scalding red oil churned in the pot, with countless dried chilies rising and falling with the bubbles, and the bright red butter was brought out with a rich aroma under the high temperature.

The intense visual impact instantly ignited Su Qingge's subconscious appetite.

"Lin Zhou, did you hear that? The sound of boiling chili oil."

Su Qingge swallowed unconsciously, her voice trembling with an unprecedented longing.

She used to be known as a "cool and aloof goddess" with a very restrained diet, even only eating clear broth when having hot pot.

But now, this drastic change in her tastes during pregnancy has revealed a childlike side beneath her icy exterior.

"I heard it, but I heard your stomach crying out for help even more."

Lin Zhou rubbed his temples, his head aching, his tone full of rational rejection.

"Qingge, you just stopped vomiting. If you eat something this spicy now, your intestines won't be able to handle it."

"But the little one in my belly wants to eat; he just kicked me clearly."

Su Qingge turned her head, precisely mobilizing all her emotional cells.

Her misty peach blossom eyes instantly filled with a kind of mist that could be described as "humble yet yearning".

That innocent, weak, yet tormenting gaze is more lethal than the Lin family's most advanced electromagnetic cannon.

Lin Zhou's originally firm rationality crumbled instantly under this unreasonable offensive.

"Fine, fine, I give up on you two."

Lin Zhou helplessly raised his hands in surrender, but his eyes were full of doting affection.

"Tell me, my Queen, how exactly do you wish to eat?"

Su Qingge's expression instantly brightened, and her excited spirit was just like that of a child who had just been allowed by their parents to buy candy.

"I want a very spicy red oil broth, and the beef tallow must be thick, with that rich, oily aroma."

As Su Qingge spoke, her fair fingers excitedly gestured the name in the air.

"The tripe must be fresh, and it has to be large, untorn pieces. When blanching it, you have to follow the 'seven up, eight down' technique."

"The duck intestines must be pink and tender, without any off-odors. They should be scooped out as soon as they curl up in the pot."

"And that chewy shrimp paste, it has to be the kind that's handmade and freshly made, so it's springy when you bite into it."

Lin Zhou, who was listening from the side, was speechless and couldn't help but make a sharp retort.

"Miss Su, the speed at which you recite the names of dishes is comparable to that of a crosstalk performer who debuted from Deyun Society."

"Also, that 'seven up, eight down' is a gourmet's jargon. When did you, a fairy who drinks dew, ever memorize such a mundane saying?"

Su Qingge completely ignored his teasing and continued to immerse herself in the grand culinary blueprint.

"The dipping sauce also needs to be professional, with plenty of spicy minced garlic, the kind that's finely chopped."

"You also need to add sesame oil, oyster sauce, and a pinch of crushed peanuts and cilantro to enhance the flavor."

"Oh, and most importantly, prepare a bottle of chilled soy milk for me to cool down from the spiciness."

Seeing Su Qingge's knowing and familiar expression, Lin Zhou felt both amused and heartbroken.

She had indeed suffered greatly for this new life, and he saw this willful request as a kind of adorable release.

"Okay, as long as you're not afraid of getting your butt on fire later, I'll arrange everything for you."

Lin Zhou affectionately flicked the tip of her nose, his tone carrying a domineering yet indulgent quality.

"However, we need to agree on three rules: I'll neutralize the spiciness a bit and add some mild, stomach-protecting medicinal herbs."

Su Qingge nodded obediently. As long as she could get a taste of that red oil, she wouldn't hesitate to agree to acquire Hollywood right now.

Lin Zhou raised his wrist and looked down at the expensive custom-made gold watch.

It was exactly 2:00 AM.

At this time, the entire capital city was in a deep sleep.

Those usually popular and high-end hot pot restaurants have long since hung up "Closed" signs, and the chefs are probably dreaming of sleeping.

Lin Zhou took out the special encrypted phone, his slender fingers moving rhythmically across the screen.

Instead of calling any of the Lin family's CEOs, he precisely dialed a private number.

"Hello, is this the manager of the main branch of Lao Sichuan?"

Lin Zhou's voice was very low, yet it carried an undeniable sense of authority and pressure.

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly startled awake. They were still dazed and angry, but the moment they saw the caller ID, they almost fell off the bed.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin? It's so late, what can I do for you?"

The other person's voice sounded terrified, even carrying a hint of humble flattery.

Lin Zhou stared blankly at the deep night outside the window, his tone calm yet domineering.

"You have ten minutes to pack up all the best chefs and the finest ingredients for your hot pot base."

"I will send a private helicopter to your store rooftop to pick people up."

"If I don't see anyone in ten minutes, tomorrow morning, there will be no more 'Old Sichuan' signs in Beijing."

After Lin Zhou finished speaking, he hung up the phone decisively.

He turned his head and looked into Su Qingge's expectant eyes, his gaze softening.

"Honey, wait for me for fifteen minutes."

"Even at this hour, if you want to eat it, I'll turn the entire hot pot industry upside down so you can have a bite."

Su Qingge leaned against him, feeling the man's domineering yet tender love.

"Lin Zhou, this isn't pampering your wife, it's like you're planning a 'midnight riot' in the capital!"

Su Qingge chuckled softly, her tone full of sweet indulgence.

Lin Zhou laughed heartily and casually put his arm around her slender waist.

"I could stage ten riots a day, just for you."

"But before that, we need to have a chat about life with the little guy who's 'ordering' food in your belly."

Lin Zhou mischievously bit Su Qingge's earlobe, his voice so deep it made her blush.

"If he dares to cause trouble later for the sake of this hot pot, I won't let him off easily."

Outside the window, the rapid sound of helicopter rotors could be faintly heard on the horizon.

The tranquility of the entire capital city was cruelly and domineeringly shattered at this moment because of a pregnant woman's words, "I want to eat hot pot."

Lin Zhou stared at the streak of light outside the window, his eyes becoming playful.

"Old Chen, turn on the smokeless ventilation system in the living room at full power."

"Our place is about to become the most upscale 'late-night diner' in all of Beijing."

Old Chen rubbed his hands nervously, his eyes filled with an unnatural glint of tension.

"Young Master, are you really going to cook tripe on that expensive rosewood table?"

Lin Zhou snorted disdainfully.

"That is its honor."

"Qingge, go change out of your loungewear. We need to get a little more formal for this 'divine hot pot' meal."

Su Qingge blinked, her expression lively.

"Does eating hot pot have to be so formal?"

Lin Zhou swept her up in his arms, his tone extremely domineering.

"A sense of ritual is a basic quality of a man who dotes on his wife."

"But before that..."

Lin Zhou suddenly stopped and looked at Su Qingge's lower abdomen with a strange expression.

"If the chef who comes out isn't very skilled, can I just tear the shop down?"