"If you want to order, please order Xixiangfeng and Yuelai Restaurant. Besides, the Chinese and Western chefs at home are all internationally level. What do you want to eat? Why do you have to make these dishes that will last your appetite?"
In the years when a man has been in good health, in addition to increasing money, his taste and taste are more tricky than before.
It's not a high-end and expensive thing, he won't know how to use it.
Lin Qianqian pursed her lips.
You are only a scattered person, and you are all in your body, making people lose their appetite.
If it is not delicious, why do you still drink the soup I made?
A certain woman dared not speak out, and scolded him thousands of times in her heart.
The man took the soup bowl and glanced at her again. Seeing that she was still not talking, he frowned: "Are you unhappy?"
"No." She grinned and smirked, then ate on her own with her chopsticks.
OK, if you don't eat it, I'll eat them all by myself.
Yan Mubei narrowed his beautiful long brown eyes, and his tight handsome face became darker. He put down half of the soup bowl and drank her: "Don't eat it, what's so good about this kind of garbage dish?
Let the kitchen make you something delicious.”
As he said that, he pressed the call bell next to him.
"No, I think the taste is good." Lin Qianqian bit the celery hatefully, and a hint of anger arose in her heart: "If you are busy, you can go to the study room first, don't pay attention to me."
Garbage vegetables?
You are the trash person.
Lin Qianqian tightened her fingers holding chopsticks, trying hard to control herself, preventing herself from holding the dishes on the table on his face.
Humph, before your uncle was not glorious, I heard that he often visited food stalls.
Besides, she is confident that her food is worse than the food stalls and is unpalatable? You are unpalatable.
Only when you see you and listen to you can make people lose their appetite.
Get out, I will never cook for you again.
Kindness to Lei's dear.
The arrogant Miss Lin wanted to point at Yan Mubei's nose and curse, but the situation was weaker than that of others, so she could not keep her words in her heart.
At the same time, I secretly swear that there will never be any pig's feet old fire soup that can replenish its shape.
Hearing this, Yan Mubei felt very upset. He just cared about her and asked her to eat better. Could she have a bad attitude to him?
The eldest young master who was driven to death still had a bad face. Just as he was about to say something about her, the housekeeper walked in and said, "Young master, what are the instructions?"
"Pour all the dishes on the table and make a few delicious dishes again." He straightened his pain feet, leaned his waist against the chair, and stretched his waist.
The housekeeper was a little surprised: "Dropping it off? But these are all done by Miss Lin..."
Lin Qianqian stopped her: "Butler He, don't say it."
Yan Mubei raised his eyebrows: "Don't say anything?"
Lin Qianqian was angry, and her tone was vaguely dissatisfied: "No, go to work quickly, don't get in the way of eating."
"You..." Yan Mubei gritted his teeth, put his hands on his chest, swayed his injured foot on the other one, and asked, "Butler He, you said."
"Don't say, you go out." Lin Qianqian stretched out her hand and pushed the man: "You all go out, don't get in the way of my meal."
"Say, I want to listen." Yan Mubei became more persistent, vaguely feeling that there was something he had to know about it.
The housekeeper hesitated between the two, and finally, considering that Yan Mubei was her master, she leaned towards him: "Miss Lin spent an afternoon making these dishes, from washing vegetables to cooking rice, and cooking soup.
Made by yourself, staying in the kitchen on a hot day, sweating profusely... Master, you shouldn't throw away the food Miss Lin cooked for you."