Rebirth 70: Ex-wife, don’t even think about cutting off your beard this time!

Soon, the time came and all the guests took their seats for the banquet.

Naturally, Feng Meihua did not sit at the main table. Although she was her grandfather's favorite granddaughter, what kind of time was it today?

In addition to the father, uncle and other important sons present, Grandpa was also accompanied by very important friends.

Naturally, she sat with her juniors.

Sitting at the table, slightly absent-minded, staring at the food on the table.

At this moment, the dishes have been served one by one, with the cold dishes served first.

Feng Meihua looked at these exquisite dishes and guessed which table was made by Jiang Yang?

She could taste the taste of Jiang Yang's food, but it was obvious that these meals did not look like Jiang Yang's cooking.

Judging from the eldest aunt's show-off attitude, the meals at the front tables must have been cooked by the chefs at Hongbin Building.

And with her status, she naturally can't go to the tables at the back and think about it, and she also knows that she won't be able to eat Jiang Yang's cooking.

Slightly frustrated, Yuan Shaofeng sitting next to her asked nervously,

"Don't you like eating these things? What do you like to eat? I'll help you pick them up!"

Feng Meihua smiled and waved her hand,

"Let me pick it up for you. You are a guest and come to our house for dinner. Naturally, I have to entertain you as the host."

The gentle voice immediately made Yuan Shaofeng feel a little carried away.

Obviously Feng Meihua is as satisfied with herself as she is.

Feng Meihua was socializing boringly, looking at the dishes on the table, somewhat confused and not interested in eating.

Seeing the dish in front of me, I picked up a chopstick unconsciously. It seemed that Jiang Yang had done this before.

But it's obvious that the chef at Hongbin Building can also cook it. It seems that the plate arrangement and the like are very similar.

But aren’t the dishes cooked by chefs all the same?

Crispy cucumber.It's so delicious, this cucumber looks like a cucumber son that hasn't grown up yet.

Served with refreshing mushrooms and I don't know what kind of sauce is used to make it, it is refreshing and relieves greasy taste.

It tastes better than meat.

Feng Meihua smiled. It seemed that the chef at Hongbin Building really had two brushes.

The next delicious dishes were served one after another. When she saw the fried crabs in the typhoon shelter in front of her, she was completely stunned this time.

Because she had never eaten fried crabs in the typhoon shelter outside, which was the last time Jiang Yang served someone.

She took a sip and probably remembered that the taste was one she liked very much.

But the chefs at Hongbin House are so skilled in cooking that they can even cook all the dishes at Jiangyanghui.

I have to admit that the chef at Hongbinlou is very good at cooking. There are several dishes that are suitable for grandpa to eat and are also the type that grandpa likes.

Originally, he wanted Jiang Yang to shine in front of his grandfather, but it seemed impossible.

The banquet reached its climax, and the old man was also excited about eating and couldn't help laughing.

“The chef’s skills today are really good, especially these dishes, which really made me feel more at home.

Although it is not a pure Cantonese cuisine, the taste is very close to Cantonese cuisine, and it can have such great innovation. "

"Okay, okay, such a cook is really worthy of praise for his willingness to delve into cooking."

Aunt Feng, who was sitting aside, heard this and immediately showed a proud smile on her face.

Glancing at Feng Meihua sitting at another table, she wanted to suppress Feng Meihua.

"Old man, the chef here has made great efforts to cater to your taste. I didn't expect the chef at Hongbin Tower to be so good at cooking.

Thanks to the lack of a cook from Meihua today, Meihua invited a cook from their steel factory cafeteria to cook for you.

As soon as I thought about it, I guessed that those cooks probably didn't have such knowledge.

Unable to cook meals to your liking.

You see, thank you for doing this, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to have such a favorite meal. "

The old man glanced at his daughter-in-law.

I was muttering in my heart, knowing that I liked my granddaughter, but I deliberately made it impossible for my granddaughter to step down in front of so many people.

"Meihua also has a filial piety. In fact, the chef in the cafeteria is the best place to show off her cooking skills.

Those chefs can truly make delicious meals, and you must know that home-cooked meals are the best way to show off your cooking skills. "

These words were obviously meant to protect his granddaughter.

Aunt Feng immediately frowned with dissatisfaction.

The old man is always like this. In front of outsiders, he doesn't give his daughter-in-law any face.

"Old man, since you like these dishes very much, why don't you bring the chef up and meet him?"

Aunt Feng naturally wanted to give herself face, and also wanted Meng Weiqiang to remember that she had given him a huge amount of face.

When I go to Hongbin Tower in the future, I will naturally be treated differently.

The old man was protecting his granddaughter just now, so he couldn't really deny his daughter-in-law face. He smiled and waved his hand and said,

"Okay, you go and ask someone to notify you and find the chef.

The chef really deserves to be praised for his skills like this. "

Everyone else also started making noises, and immediately some staff members ran to the backyard to call the cook.

Meng Weiqiang took off his apron.

Wearing a chef's uniform and adjusting his hat, he walked out beaming.

Of course I am very happy to know that my meal has been praised by Mr. Feng.

This is my own glory, especially after I come out to see Mr. Feng in front of everyone today, my reputation will be even better.

He came to the old man respectfully.

"Mr. Feng, I wish you live as long as Nanshan and be as blessed as the East China Sea."

Who wouldn’t say something nice? The old man laughed loudly when he heard this.

"Oh. Young man, you are really young and promising, and you have a good mouth.

Just like the typhoon shelter fried crab you made, it is so delicious. "

"Come on, let me introduce to you how you learned to cook Cantonese cuisine.

The banquet idea is particularly clever. On the one hand, local dishes are used to satisfy everyone's tastes.

However, a few Cantonese dishes were cleverly interspersed among these dishes. "

"Look at this white chicken.

Smooth, crispy and tender, an absolute classic.

There is also this braised food platter, this is my favorite. "

"By the way, the steamed fish is cooked at just the right temperature."

"Any more will make it older, while any less will make it less mature. Not only is there no fishy smell, but all the aromas are well blended."

The old man pointed at several dishes, and others looked at Meng Weiqiang with smiles.

Meng Weiqiang's face gradually turned red, getting redder and redder, so red that he could bleed.

Aunt Feng smiled,

"Old man, please stop praising me. Look at you if you keep saying that.

Chef Meng had to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

Look how shy they make people. "

Meng Weiqiang stammered, feeling ashamed at least. He was not the kind of person to take credit from others.

He didn't even bother to do such a thing.

About to speak.

"Mr. Feng, these dishes...are not mine..."

Before he could say anything.

Just then, I saw someone pushing a car.

The three-layer birthday cake placed on the car immediately attracted everyone present to look at it.