The name of Samsung Food Reviewer really scared the family.

The man suddenly lost all his anger and greeted Bai Xiaoxu respectfully.

Bai Xiaoxu is a very slutty person. He was dizzy when he was praised by others. In a blink of an eye, he returned to their demon food palace with Qiu Qiu.

He taught Qiu Qiu to soak the fans first, and then sat behind the table and smiled foolishly.

After laughing for about ten minutes, the child on the street opposite brought a basket over.

"Here, salted egg." The child's name is Yan Xiaoyu. At this moment, his face was smelly. In addition to his red eyes, he had regained his arrogant temperament.

"Thank you." Qiu Qiu said politely: "I will pay it back."

Yan Xiaoyu rolled her eyes: "This egg is raw. I just bought the milk and kept it for my own food. My milk said that it will be almost done when the water boils for eight to ten minutes. The egg is not big, so I'll simmer for a while if it's not cooked."

Yan Xiaoyu has a good memory and retelling his grandmother's words is very smooth. After that, she stood behind the dining table without moving, and didn't know what she was dazed.

Qiu Qiu glanced at him a few times and asked, "Sit down, you can eat it if you are ready later."

Yan Xiaoyu grabbed her eyebrows and nose, and after a while, she compromised, pulled a chair and jumped onto her and sat down.

Bai Xiaoxu finally finished giggling, walked around Qiu Qiu and taught him to cook eggs step by step. While doing it, he turned his head and asked, "Why are you willing to stay here? Don't dare to go home? Your dad wants to beat you?"

"Ha," Yan Xiaoyu laughed sarcastically: "He can beat me!"

Bai Xiaoxu: “…”

A moment later, Yan Xiaoyu sighed like a sir, and muttered, "They talk about things, and I won't let me listen."

He paused and said, "But I heard it."

The water in the pot boiled and bubbling. Qiu Qiu neatly packed the washed eggs, listening to Yan Xiaoyu's words.

"My breasts agree to go to the capital. When school starts in autumn, we will go there." Yan Xiaoyu held her cheeks with both hands and shook her calves: "Actually, she also knows that her tongue is not good now, but she just can't bear to leave her old neighbors here. I don't care about any star or area. I just want my breasts, and I will go wherever she goes."

He sniffed: "... Sometimes I really hate my parents, and I am unhappy wherever I go. I am so skillful that I cook and use it as salted fish every day. I can't bear to complain about her. Anyway, I can't eat it with water. My parents are good at eating her and making a fuss for three days, from daytime to night."

Bai Xiaoxute was easily involved in his feelings and sighed sincerely.

"They don't like me," Yan Xiaoyu was very melancholy: "I don't like it in my eyes. The old man next door likes me more than them. They say he is good to me, so why am I not happy at all."

Qiu Qiu's understanding of human interpersonal relationships is still on the Qiuqiu cartoon.

The relatives of Xiaohong's family tree were particularly concerned about him, so Qiu Qiu thought that all human beings were like this - intimate, concerned, and appreciation.

It turns out that relatives and relatives are not the same either.

"Xiaoyu," Qiu Qiu stretched out his hand: "Touch me."

"What?" Yan Xiaoyu showed a disgusting expression: "What are you doing!"

Qiu Qiu turned his hands and looked at the palm of his hand, confirming that it was the human hand, and there was no sticky liquid exposed. It was not because the original shape was annoying, so he repeated: "Touch it."

Yan Xiaoyu looked at him awkwardly, then looked at Bai Xiaoxu who was unknown, and said again, "Why are you doing?" He touched Qiu Qiu's hand.

"Hmm." Qiu Qiu tasted it, and it tasted so sweet, even a trace of bitterness of trouble was almost covered. Are human cubs so sweet?

After thinking about it, he reached out to Bai Xiaoxu again.

Bai Xiaoxu was puzzled, but he got used to his strangeness, so he grabbed him and shook it.

Qiu Qiu thought to himself, wow, why is Xiaobai’s base taste so sweet? Because they all have "little" in their names?

Although he has more troubles.

"It's okay," Qiu Qiu took back his hand: "The duck eggs are cooked."

Put ten eggs in a pot, put them at the outlet of the temperature control system and cool them down. Then peel off the eggshell, break the eggshell in half, and squeeze out the dark orange oil inside instantly, unable to wait to touch the cool air.

The oily and sandy egg yolks account for half of the entire egg, and it is quite a portion when it falls into the bowl. Qiu Qiu pressed it down with a spoon, and the whole egg yolk would stick to the bottom of the bowl like a bean pastry.

"There is a hard core in the middle of the egg yolk." Bai Xiaoxu said, and took the chopsticks and plucked it into the flattened egg yolk, picking out a yellow as big as a bean: "It's hard to crush it. If you want to make it more refined, pick it out."

Qiu Qiu wrote it carefully, and at the same time opened his mouth and grabbed Bai Xiaoxu's chopsticks and ate the core.

Bai Xiaoxu: “…”

The selection work was temporarily taken over by the curious Yan Xiaoyu. The three of them worked together to get ten eggs, including two of them, and got a large bowl of oily and shiny salted egg yolks.

Next is to cook the vermicelli, soak the ingredients in cold water, and stir-fry the sand with yellow.

Bai Xiaoxu was a little excited today, and he kept opening his mouth.

"The method of stir-frying sand varies greatly depending on the region." He said: "There are two areas in Zhuquexing who like to put yellow mustard, and they think it is authentic; there is a district next door who believes that it needs to be added more oil to make the quicksand feel. I remember that there was a competition that year when they made this salted egg yolk and got a good ranking..."

Bai Xiaoxu said too much, and it gradually simplified into keywords in Qiu Qiu's ears, just like "It's understandable that some people like it... It's not wrong... Although I think... OK, it's actually okay..."

Qiu Qiu turned off the heater and stared at him.

"?" Bai Xiaoxu shut up and stuttered for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"What about you? What do you think is the best way to do it?" Qiu Qiu asked.

Bai Xiaoxu was stunned and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak for a moment.

Their food commentators need to try from all over the world, and at the same time they also need to have an infinitely tolerant heart. He has eaten countless things over the years and is used to using words carefully afterwards and respecting others' preferences.

If there is no matter of principle, he rarely criticizes some practices. Even if he does not subconsciously likes them, he has to say "there is a different flavor" or "it's also good."

But now, before the commentator, he was a guest first.

"Damn." Bai Xiaoxu laughed and cursed: "I think those are all evil ways. You should add nothing at this step of stir-frying sand! The egg yolk originally had its own flavor, so what kind of chutney is added? It's a disease."

"Okay, then add nothing."

Qiu Qiu's eyebrows and eyes bent slightly, and Bai Xiaoxu did whatever he asked, with no mistake in timing and movements, and finally made a big pot of finished products.

He served two small plates, handed one to Bai Xiaoxu, and the other to Qiu Qiu sprinkled a little salt and sugar into it, mixing it well and handing it to Yan Xiaoyu.

Bai Xiaoxu couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and lean against the counter and started eating.

The sweet potato flour wrapped in salty sand is soft and glutinous, and it is tough. It sips in one sip and the mouth is full of fresh and salty egg yolk sand.

It's the taste that salted egg yolk fans should have.

For some reason, Bai Xiaoxu suddenly felt sore in the tip of his nose, and he wanted to cry.

He hasn't tasted so simple in a long time.

It’s not about showing off technology, forcing features, saving costs... it’s about the most authentic taste of the food, the taste of “I like”.

Qiu Qiu divided another plate, intending to let Yan Xiaoyu bring it to his grandmother, then held the pot by himself and started performing food without any difference.

After eating half a pot, he was satisfied and said, "Is it delicious?"

Xiaobai nodded violently.

Yan Xiaoyu next to her also nodded, her lips were red, and she said vaguely: "It tastes so delicious."

Qiu Qiu finally got happy and forgot all the previous depressing Mr. Ma.

"It's delicious." He said proudly: "I said, I cook very delicious, but Xiaobai doesn't believe it."

Bai Xiaoxu took a sudden sip of the fans, blinked, and a small piece of wet on his eyelashes.

He remembered what his predecessors said when he first entered the industry.

The most advanced food is not a product of showing off skills, nor arrogance when showing precious ingredients, nor is it making money, not fake, not for all kinds of external things.

It's a mood that hopes diners like it.

The job of a food commentator is to convey the beauty you feel, rather than building a tower in the air to make diners look overly and finally usher in a huge disappointment in the failure of expectations.

Bai Xiaoxu thought a lot while eating. At the same time, he made a decision in his heart.

Some things must be done by someone.

He can't always expect others to save him.

Just as he was thinking, a hand appeared in front of him. Qiu Qiu spread his palms and said shyly: "Xiaobai, do you think this is ugly?"

"What?" Bai Xiaoxu was diverted and found that Qiu Qiu had a light green ball in his hand, the size of an egg, like a jelly.

He poked it, it was slippery, cool, and very q-shaped, and couldn't help but pinch it: "It's very cute."

"Pendant." Qiu Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I give it to you and can be hung anywhere."

He actually wanted to say it was best to carry it with him, but he was a little embarrassed.

Bai Xiaoxu didn't think so much, but felt that the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he couldn't stop pinching it.

He smiled and said, "I'll give you a gift next time."

***

In the evening, Qiu Qiu sat at the dining table: "Xiaobai has some smell, I can't tell what it is, which makes me very worried."

Zhong Yu huddled, spread out the pancakes that were distributed to the entire office, and put pickled vegetables inside.

"So I grabbed a little bit and gave it to him..."

"What did you pull?" Zhong Yu tried hard, and the pancake was pulled in half.

"...I myself." Qiu Qiu said seriously: "I can find out a lot of small parts, and can sense some dangers, which is very convenient."

Qiu Qiu said, as if he was very happy: "Xiaobai doesn't hate me either. He said I'm very cute."

Zhong Yu: “…………”

Zhong Yu threw the torn pancake at him, and Qiu Qiu opened his mouth like a dog picking up a frisbee and grabbed it accurately.
Chapter completed!