Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

"Wen Jin, do you want to eat or not? If not, I'll ask Aunt Niu to take it away!" Wen Yulan slapped Wen Jin on the back. "We've all finished eating, and you're the only one left!"

Wen Jin looked back and saw that everyone had put down their empty bowls and were looking at him. He felt awkward for a moment and started scooping up some mung bean ice again.

"Jingjing, can we eat fried skewers every day at the construction site?" Yunyun curled her lips at Wen Jin and started chatting with Zhao Xiaojing.

"That's right. Last time I went to the construction site, I found that the workers were very enthusiastic about eating!" Wen Yulan smiled as she recalled the scene at that time. "I heard that because the workers were so enthusiastic about eating, the kitchen staff could leave work half an hour earlier."

"It's indeed a little early. Some workers make three servings of fried food every day and eat them with two bowls of rice." Zhao Xiaojing also smiled.

"Hiss...Mom, are you in need of college students to carry bricks at your construction site? I want to go too!"

Yunyun was extremely envious when she heard this.

"I told you to go, but don't move all the bricks into the cafeteria!" Wen Zhiyi mocked in an exaggerated tone.

Everyone laughed.

After chatting for a while, time passed unnoticed. When Aunt Niu called for dinner, the bowl of smoothies they had eaten was almost digested, and they all washed their hands and went to the table.

Wen Yulan said that there were a lot of people today, so she specially invited a chef to come and cook.

The restaurant has already laid out a large table full of dishes. The colors and types are well matched.

Near the center was a spicy crab with plenty of ingredients, next to it was a casserole of pork ribs and lotus root soup, steamed pearl glutinous rice balls, steamed sea bass, and roasted chicken with dried beans. On the periphery were winter melon and shrimp soup, eggplant with garlic paste, fried tofu with Chinese cabbage, and preserved egg with cold dressing.

In the middle are the fried foods made by Zhao Xiaojing. She re-fried a little of each and arranged them carefully, putting them together on a large plate and sprinkling dipping sauce on each.

Zhao Xiaojing felt a little embarrassed when she saw this placement. Wen Jin took a look and frowned. He wanted to say something but shook his head and said nothing.

The others' eyes lit up as they stared happily at the fried food in the middle.

"Mom and Dad, would you like a drink today?"

"Drink some!"

Fan Guiying waved her hand.

"Take the pot I brought back last time! That wine is good to drink. I bought it specially for my parents!" Wen Jin shouted, stretching his neck.

"Good! You bought the best ones." Wen Yulan complained, and generously weighed out two bottles of red wine and a pot of yellow wine. The old couple drank yellow wine, and they drank red wine.

White wine is too spicy, so they usually don’t drink it at family banquets.

Yunyun rushed to open the bottle of red wine and started pouring it glass by glass.

"Jingjing, do you drink? I forgot to ask you."

The Wen family all have a good alcohol tolerance, and Yunyun has developed the ability to drink after following their lead every time, but Zhao Xiaojing doesn't know if she can drink.

"Have a drink."

Seeing that everyone had tried it, Zhao Xiaojing also became eager to try.

"Then I'll pour it for you first. If you're not used to it later, you don't have to drink it."

"Jingjing, you try it first. You can't change the drink after drinking it. We drink because we are happy, not because of persuading others to drink."

"Yes! Girl, don't compare yourself with them in drinking. Estimate the amount yourself."

Yunyun poured wine for Zhao Xiaojing, and Fan Guiying and Wen Zhiyi followed suit and gave her specific instructions, to which Zhao Xiaojing agreed with a smile.

"Come on, I'm the oldest, so I'll raise a glass first. This glass is for Jingjing. We all get along well with you. From now on, just treat this place as your home! Come on, let's toast together!" Grandpa Wen looked at Zhao Xiaojing and said with a smile, and Zhao Xiaojing quickly thanked him.

"Welcome Jingjing!" Grandpa Wen took the lead, and everyone clinked their glasses and took a big sip.

After taking the first sip, everyone started eating. Except for Zhao Xiaojing and Wen Jin, all the family members reached for the fried food in the middle.

Wen Jin looked at the table full of delicious food, then looked at his parents. His brows instantly frowned again, staring at the old couple's actions.

Seeing this, Wen Yulan picked up a piece of fried garlic pork ribs and put it into Wen's bowl, "Eat!"

Wen Jin was glared at by Wen Yulan with a warning look, and then he sighed and picked up the chopsticks.

As soon as I took a bite, my brows relaxed unconsciously.

The skin of this rib is particularly crispy, fragrant, and has a strong garlic flavor. It tastes dry and fragrant, but the taste is not dry at all. It is fresh at first taste! This piece also has a little bit of crispy bones, which is crunchy when chewed, which is very refreshing.

Wen Jin finished eating one piece and picked up another one.

Zhao Xiaojing was eating and watching. "Little girl, are you Yunyun? Your cooking skills are pretty good! Did your family open a shop and learned from it?"

"No, I met my grandfather while he was fishing." Zhao Xiaojing said with a smile, "I also learned the skills online and figured it out on my own."

Well, the system network I used is not a lie, Zhao Xiaojing thought silently.

Wen Jin nodded and was secretly surprised. He was not so disgusted when he saw the old couple continue to eat the fried duck neck. He had just tasted it, the meat was fresh, and the oil had no peculiar smell. It was okay for the old couple to eat less.

"Jingjing, it's delicious, you should have one too!" Yunyun quickly picked up a piece of garlic-flavored pork ribs and put it in Zhao Xiaojing's bowl.

"I think this is delicious!" Zhao Xiaojing was eating pearl glutinous rice balls and put one in Yunyun's bowl.

This pearl glutinous rice meatball is a specialty of Yangcheng. You need to soak the glutinous rice in water the night before, mix the meat filling the next day, squeeze the meat filling into balls after adjusting the taste, and finally roll it on the glutinous rice, coat it with a layer of glutinous rice and steam it.

It takes a lot of effort to make good glutinous rice balls. Not only do they need to be round and pearl-shaped, but they also need to not fall apart when steamed. The ones made by Wenjia are great.

The outside is glutinous, but the meat inside is chewy and tasty.

"Jingjing knows how to eat. This is the specialty of the chef we invited."

Wen Yulan saw that Zhao Xiaojing knew what was good, so she introduced it to her.

"Try their pork ribs and lotus root soup. The lotus roots used are from Honghu Lake, and they have become powdery and very sticky."

Wen Yulan turned the pork ribs and lotus root soup over and adjusted the direction of the large spoon beside it.

"Try it."

"Delicious! The lotus root is fragrant, soft, glutinous and sweet! The soup is delicious too."

"Sister Yunyun."

Zhao Xiaojing then transferred the lotus root soup to Yunyun next to her.

"No, no, it'll take up space in my stomach and delay my fried food." Yunyun held a chicken rack and chewed it with her mouth full of oil.

"Girl, how did you come up with the idea of ​​fried duck neck? It's very fragrant and perfect as a side dish for drinking." Wen Zhiyi looked at the duck neck in his hand and praised it highly.

"Dad. This thing is delicious, but don't eat too much. It will make your stomach uncomfortable at night!" Wen Jin couldn't help but interrupt.

"Come on, come on, the old man just mentioned some wine to go with it, so let's satisfy him and have another drink!" Seeing that Haodaer had started again, Fan Guiying immediately interrupted and picked up the wine glass to drink the second one.

"Then let us use this cup to wish our parents good health and that they can drink every year!" Wen Yulan immediately took over and picked up the cup.

"Mom and Dad, may you be in good health and live a long life!" Wen Jin raised his glass helplessly.

"It doesn't matter whether you live to be a hundred or not. As long as you live a quality life, it's much more interesting for me to live happily until I'm seventy-three or eighty-four than to live timidly until I'm a hundred!" Wen Zhiyi muttered to himself and clinked glasses with Wen Jin while glaring at him.