“How can a chef be picky about food?”

“I cook what I like to eat, and of course I’m not picky about food!”

As Shen's mother spoke, her eyes turned to Shen's father with a bit of disgust.

"Then if you become a chef, won't you be able to stop being picky about food? You can't just do nothing and still be picky about food, right?"

Father Shen whispered without looking back, making Mother Shen roll her eyes.

Su Zifang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that what he said was wrong, which seemed to trigger a war between his future father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Shen Anyan saw that something was not right and took the initiative to interrupt: "You guys usually cook at home and you are not picky about food. I haven't eaten your food a few times since I was a child."

"All the meals are cooked by my aunt, and you all just talk about the names of the dishes. Each time there are dishes for one person, and you still accuse me of being a picky eater!"

silence.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Su Zifang felt that his presence here was a disaster. Why should he wait here? Why not wait upstairs?

Now that I have witnessed my future wife and her family fighting each other, will I be silenced as an outsider?

nervous!

Fear!

timid!

The expression on Su Zifang's face revealed two words, well-behaved.

Mother Shen took a look and said something intentionally or unintentionally: "Why does Xiao Su seem to be more well-behaved than our An Yan?"

Su Zifang glanced at Shen's mother and smiled slightly: "I've been like this since I was a child. I don't make trouble."

Mother Shen withdrew her gaze without saying anything, and continued walking forward with An Yan. When she passed by Su Zifang, she said softly: "Boys can't be too good, otherwise the children will be prone to introversion."

Su Zifang:???

Other people's parents ask about the house when they meet for the first time, but my mother-in-law urges the children when they meet for the first time.

What's the rhythm of this?

Shen Anyan also heard this, and her face suddenly turned red, as if it was dyed with a layer of red clouds, which was particularly attractive.

Her voice was waxy and she looked at Shen's mother embarrassedly: "Mom, what are you talking about? It's still early!"

Mother Shen smiled and said nothing, walked into the box and sat next to her husband.

Father Shen sat at the main seat, with Mother Su next to him. The box was not very big, with only a round table for eight people. It was just right for four people to sit together without being too close or too distant.

Having cooked so many banquet dishes, Su Zifang still has a good eye.

Follow Shen Anyan and take a seat at the bottom. On the left is Shen Anyan and on the right is Shen's father.

As soon as I sat down, I heard Father Shen's deep voice.

"Xiao Su, please move over there, someone else is coming."

"OK!"

Su Zifang quickly got up and walked to the side.

"It doesn't have to be that far, just one person."

"Hey, waiter, please remove these chairs."

A waiter came in to pour water, and Father Shen took the opportunity to place some chairs next to Su Zi.

Su Zifang quickly and understandingly helped to move the chairs to the corner. Two of the chairs were overlapping in opposite directions, stacking them together to save space.

He often did these tasks when he was in Shibuya, and now he does them very smoothly. The waiters next to him were a little surprised and hesitated several times.

Su Zifang glanced at her, knowing what she was going to say, and said calmly: "It's okay, I've done it before, it's a convenient thing."

"No, sir, you don't need to pile them here."

After saying that, he took down the pile of chairs that Su Zi had placed, pushed open a small door, dragged him in, went out, and spoke softly.

"In the past, children broke their heads because they bumped into chairs like this, so we now have special storage rooms."

"Really? It's pretty good!"

Su Zi smiled innocently to hide his embarrassment, and decided to do the same thing when he went back to Shibuyu.

After all, it is a big hotel, so it is better to consider such details than to be silent.

"Okay, come and sit down quickly." Shen Anyan greeted Su Zifang.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

Su Zifang looked at the dust on his hands and nodded, walking into the bathroom on the side.

Suddenly there were several exclamations outside the door.

Then a familiar voice sounded.

Su Zi washed her hands, dried them, tidied her messy hair, opened the door and walked out, and saw a stranger who was not familiar.

"Hello, Uncle Zhou."

"Well, you're in good spirits. Do your clothes still fit you?"

"fine!"

Su Zifang chatted with Zhou Tingyu for a few words, then quickly returned to his seat and sat down.

The room finally became quiet for a while.

Shen Anyan put down her phone and handed it to Su Zi with a reassuring look, then gently squeezed his palm under the table.

Feeling Shen Anyan's comfort, Su Zifang's nervous mood calmed down.

The waiter came to ask about tea. Father Shen suddenly remembered something and looked at Mother Shen: "Tea."

Mother Shen rolled her eyes at him and complained: "When did you put it in my bag again? I have told you so many times, don't pick it if you don't take it yourself!"

But after all, I took out a small box from my bag and handed it to the waiter.

"Use this tea."

"What a handsome Jin Junmei!" Su Zifang looked at the tea leaves and praised him sincerely.

Ever since Pei Sinian knew that he had such an uncle, he always sent some tea leaves during the holidays, all of which were good tea.

Even Xue Yi, who was used to drinking Mingqian Longjing, was full of praise.

Of course, as Xue Yi's only disciple at present, Su Zifang also takes up a lot of time, and he can always get a few cups every day.

Over time, my skills in recognizing tea, tasting tea and making tea have improved greatly, and I have reached the level of intermediate tea art expertise.

To have such a brilliant achievement at this age is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve.

Sure enough, when hearing Su Zifang's emotion, Father Shen was a little surprised and his tone was a little softer: "Xiao Su still understands tea?"

"I've had a lot of drinks with Master, so I know a little bit about it."

"I see."

Father Shen nodded to express his understanding.

Xue Yi's reputation is not weak in the Jiangnan area. Even though his business scope is only in Jingling, people have heard of Xue Yi and Lou Wai Lou's reputation.

"Bring the tea set, I'll make the tea."

Upon seeing this, Su Zifang immediately followed the method taught by Xue Yi and took the initiative to take on the important task of making tea.

When the waiter saw this situation, he also knew that Su Zifang was an experienced person and stopped showing off.

While Su Zifang was handling the tea set, Zhou Tingyu suddenly started talking.

“I’ve always wanted to try Chef Xue’s Longjing shrimp and three sets of duck, but unfortunately I’m too busy with work and don’t have time to go there.”

"Xiao Su is Master Xue's apprentice. How much of a true inheritance do you have?"

This question is completely giving points to Su Zi.

But if he said it himself, he would be completely out of character. Su Zifang looked to Shen Anyan for an assist.

Shen Anyan immediately understood what he was thinking and spoke softly.

"Uncle Zhou, he is so powerful now!"

“Even the head chef of the Fishing Hotel praised the Longjing shrimps he made, saying that his quality is currently the best in the country.”

"Three sets of duck may not be enough, the knife skills can keep up, and the seasoning is a bit weak."

"If you want to eat it, come back to the store and let him learn how to cook it for you!"

Shen Anyan made Su Zifang's arrangements clear in one sentence, but she also praised her calmly.

Father Shen suddenly spoke.
Chapter completed!