Dinner is ready in the kitchen and served one by one.

Mr. Cheng could tell at a glance that these were made by the chefs of the Cheng family and could not have been prepared by Feng Yichen.

His face became more and more proud, and he knew that this boy was just trying to show off his strength.

After a while, he would have to let his granddaughter take a good look at it.

"Tell me, you did these and that."

Feng Yichen glanced at the dishes on the table, raised the corners of his mouth a little, and said lightly: "If grandpa likes these dishes, I can also cook them, but I have prepared something else for grandpa today."

Mr. Cheng snorted.

Then, the servant arrived with the last two dishes.

It's too far away to see exactly what it is, but the color doesn't look too bright.

Until two plates of food were placed in front of Mr. Cheng.

The old man was stunned immediately.

Looking at those two dishes, I was a little surprised.

Cheng Jinyu, who was sitting on the other side, looked at the unfamiliar dish and frowned: "I said, what is this? You picked weeds on the roadside and came back to fry them, right? Is this edible?"

Mr. Cheng looked a little unnatural and looked at Feng Yichen: "Where did you get it?"

"There is a farmer's market in the west of the city, and there is an old man who goes there and sells it every day."

"Then why did you think of doing this?"

Wild vegetables really don’t seem like dishes that would appear on the dining tables of wealthy families.

Feng Yichen smiled slowly and spoke in a light tone: "Grandpa has eaten too much delicacies from the mountains and seas over the years. Why not try these wild vegetables from the mountains? They taste very good and are purely natural. Historical records record that wild vegetables have high medicinal value and are a good choice for dietary therapy.

Grandpa, try it?"

Mr. Cheng looked at Feng Yichen with a strange look. He did not expect that Feng Yichen actually understood this.

Although it is not a precious delicacy, it is... thoughtful.

The most important thing is that Mr. Cheng really prefers this dish.

Every time I go to Jiangyuan, I will ask the chef there to make a dish.

When I got home, I didn't ask the kitchen to prepare it.

Feng Yichen would do what he likes.

but……

The old man snorted: "It's a good idea, but I don't know how it will be done."

As he said that, he picked up his chopsticks and picked out a cold wild vegetable.

smell……

It doesn’t have to be as bad as eating at Jiang Yuan?

Mr. Cheng was a little surprised, then he picked up another chopstick and fried it with the bacon. Surprisingly, it was also delicious?

Mr. Cheng's eyes widened in astonishment.

It's not that this dish was so delicious that he was amazed, but that the person who made this dish was Feng Yichen?

"The taste is just okay." The old man said unnaturally: "Okay, okay, let's all eat."

Naturally, he did not doubt whether this dish was made by Feng Yichen. After all, although the cook in the kitchen had been kicked out, he could still see it.

When everyone heard what the old man said, they thought he was trying to save face for Feng Yichen.

After all, how could the wild vegetables on the roadside taste so good, let alone a young master like Feng Yichen?

Then maybe you can’t even tell the difference between sugar and salt.

As a result, I didn't touch the plate, not because I didn't want to give face, but because I didn't want to make trouble for myself.

Later, they found out.

After the meal, they didn't even have a chance to touch the two plates of wild vegetables.

There are so many dishes on the table, and if we want to clear the dishes, these are the only two dishes.

The old man's face glowed red after eating, he patted his belly, but still spoke harshly.

"I heard that it has medicinal value, so don't waste it."
Chapter completed!