Food feast

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"I'm from the Shen family in Donghai, and I'm teaching Xiao He how to cook now. Just follow him and call me Uncle Shen." Old man Shen, a famous chef of a generation, interrupted He Yanshuo quickly. He didn't want to be the first The first time they met, they were trapped and worthless.

He Yanshuo was interrupted before he finished speaking, and he was not angry. He glanced at Mr. Shen, a famous chef of a generation, with a smile, and followed his words, "Yes, Uncle Shen is teaching me how to cook now. This is me... ...Friend He Zhixiao. Aren't you hungry, Xiao, let's eat first."

The word "Shen Bo" was deliberately bitten by He Yanshuo, but he did not intend to introduce He Zhixiao to him too much. The old man Shen is already mature, so he can naturally see the relationship between the two of them. There is no need to say it out loud, and his family Taohua has a thin skin. If he said it openly, his family Taohua would be embarrassed.

The topic turned a little stiffly, but who made He Zhixiao really hungry, and he still wanted to know what kind of soup that soup was.Xu followed He Yanshuo's words and nodded, "Okay."

Old man Shen looked at the smiling face on He Yanshuo's lips, and shook off the coldness on his shoulders.Little fox cub, I'm thinking of a trick again.Hmph, he wouldn't be so stupid to hand the handle over to this brat again.

He Zhixiao who entered the dining room finally knew what the soup was that he had never been able to guess, and the last soup was winter melon tofu soup.

Winter melon is bland and tasteless, and tofu has a light taste, which can't be smelled easily.The mixture of the two is also tasteless, no wonder he couldn't smell it just now.

Elder Shen looked at Hezhi and Xiao Dingdingly at the winter melon tofu soup that he made casually, and couldn't help teasing the younger generation, "How is it, is this winter melon tofu soup okay?"

Although he made it casually, the ingredients are good. The big bone soup that has been simmered for a long time is used to enhance the taste. The freshest winter melon and small-ground southern tofu make the soup at his usual level, which is not bad.

Recently, He Yanshuo has been telling him how picky his peach blossoms are in front of him, but today he wants to see if this little friend has that gift from God.

If he is good, he will be accepted as a closed disciple.

Thinking of this, Old Man Shen, a famous chef of a generation, is also full of sadness.Son, not only did my son not consider inheriting the family business, but he also said that there is no future in cooking, and he went to study finance.Daughter, my daughter dislikes the smell of oily smoke when learning to cook, and she doesn't want to get her hands on it.The grandson and granddaughter learned it, but they learned it differently, and he didn't learn much about his craft.Could it be that the craftsmanship of the Shen family in the East China Sea will be broken in his generation, alas~

"Come on, have some soup first." He Yanshuo graciously scooped up a bowl full of soup for his family Taohua.

Seeing that old man Shen was still chattering, he knew that he was still thinking about Ji Chengren. He shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly, "Old man Shen, why don't you hurry up and come over for dinner? It's all cold."

This, this, this little bastard, he no longer respects the old and loves the young, and calls him this name again.The old man Shen snorted arrogantly, and slowly swayed to the dining table with figure-of-eight steps.

With a sound of "swish", He Zhi Xiao opened the light blue curtains that had covered him all night, and the sun poked his head in one after another. The sun was so dazzling that he couldn't get used to it for a while, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes and waited. Let go after you get used to it.

Stretched slowly, turned his arms.

The dew-moistened leaves in front of the window became more tender and tender, and the fresh scent of the tree rushed over. He Zhixiao took a deep breath.People who live in high-end real estate enjoy it. They can come to a natural oxygen bar every morning. No wonder everyone squeezes their heads in.

He Yanshuo walked briskly to the door of the room separated from him, bent his index finger, and knocked lightly on the door, "Ah Xiao, are you awake? Uncle Shen has made breakfast."

Today was the first day that his family Taohua came to live in his house. In order to leave a good impression on his family Taohua, he asked old man Shen to make his family Taohua's favorite sweet red bean glutinous rice porridge.

Although it was only one night that he separated from Taohua, but before Taohua agreed to him, he felt that every day was like a year, and it was the best way to express his thoughts with red beans.

There was a poem that said: "Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring."May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick.

"Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon. Why don't you go down first and don't wait for me." He Zhixiao, whose exercise was interrupted, responded unhurriedly, and slowly walked to the bathroom to wash up.

"Xiao He is here, sit down quickly. I heard from Da He that you like sweeter ones. I specially made sweet porridge for you. Try it quickly. Compared with your Pan Yulin sugar porridge in Suzhou, which one is better?" Shen old man Er rushed to talk to He Zhixiao before He Yanshuo asked for credit.

Hmph, don't think he doesn't know what this kid is up to, if you want to chase Xiao He, you have to show some sincerity.

I have learned cooking skills from him for so long, and I want him to cook this breakfast, which is really a disgrace to him as a master, hum.

He wouldn't tell them that he, old man Shen, wanted to be lazy too.Old man Shen gave He Yanshuo an awkward and arrogant look, turned his head, and said to He Zhixiao with a smile: "The ingredients of this sweet porridge are the same as your sweet porridge in Suzhou, it is made of red beans and glutinous rice. The red beans are stewed together with the glutinous rice early in the morning, and the sweet porridge made in this way has a stronger aroma of beans. Come and try it, Xiao He."

This difference in treatment is too big.He is slanderous towards him, and he is smiling towards his peach blossoms. People who don't know think that his peach blossoms are his boss.

He Yanshuo silently slandered at the side, but it would be good for him to please his peach blossoms, so he has a lot of adults who don't care about him.

"Yes, A Xiao. Uncle Shen's sweet porridge is also good, come and try it." He Yanshuo waved to He Zhixiao who was not far away, telling him to come over quickly.

"You all got up so early." He Zhixiao touched the tip of his nose, and asked Shen Lao to wait for him, really a little embarrassed.Fortunately, he deliberately got up early today, but he was still late.

"I'm getting old, I don't sleep enough, I can make breakfast for you when you get up early." Shen Yanchuan picked up a wide mussel bowl at the side and scooped up a spoonful of sweet porridge. It is a little powdery, which is very obvious in the tender and white porridge. The two colors of red and white collide together, bringing people a feast of perspective.

"Sit down and try it." Shen Yanchuan's voice was a little low, wondering if what He Zhixiao said just now caused some memories in him...

Seeing this, He Zhixiao sat down obediently, picked up the bowl Shen Yanchuan handed over, and took a sip regardless of the fact that the sweet porridge was still hot, "Mmm~"

Even though his tongue was burning hot, He Zhixiao moved the porridge left and right while inhaling, and swallowed the porridge slowly, "It's delicious, it's on par with our Suzhou sweet porridge."

Sweet and glutinous red beans, stewed glutinous rice that melts in the mouth, sweet and soft, even if it is a little hot, it is still delicious.

The bean paste of Pan Yulin's sugar porridge is thick and thick. The bean paste is added later. The bean paste is not as strong as Shen Bo's, but both have their own flavors, so it's hard to compare them.So He Zhixiao chose a more pertinent statement, "Uncle Shen, the sweet porridge you made is really fragrant, and the red bean flavor is very strong. It's delicious, and you should hurry up and try the sweet porridge you made yourself."

He Yanshuo felt a little distressed that his peach blossoms had their tongues scalded, but Uncle Shen wanted to comfort him.And he did everything, and he couldn't stop it.

He Yanshuo lifted his Taohua's chin distressedly, and said nervously to his Taohua, "It's all right, open your mouth and let me see if you're burned."

He Zhixiao's face flushed red, but he opened his mouth obediently for He Yanshuo to check. After all, he was really burned just now, and he was still in pain right now.

Is it really okay to make such an outrageous move in front of the old man?Isn't he afraid of what Uncle Shen will say?He Zhixiao raised his eyes and glanced at He Yanshuo who was nervously inspecting his wound.

Looking at it from this angle, He Yanshuo's eyelashes drooped slightly, they were long and curled, so Xiao was in a trance, and forgot where he was.

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