In the past, Meng Yao mostly cooked pasta and never stir-fried.
Although Uncle Hu vaguely heard her say yes, he didn't know to what extent it would be.
As soon as the stir-fried vegetables were brought out, you could tell how good she was.
This is exactly what a chef does.
Uncle Hu couldn't resist the temptation at all and reached out his hand.
Qi Boyan didn't make a move, he just coughed slightly. Uncle Hu's hand froze and his eyes widened for a moment.
"What are you coughing for? All the bacteria got into the dishes?"
Until Meng Yao brought the small casserole with Mapo tofu to the table, and the casserole was carefully cushioned with something, Uncle Hu stretched his nose and sniffed it, and couldn't help but poke his head in again.
"What is this? Is it so mysterious?"
He poked his head to peek into the casserole to see what was inside.
He already guessed it was Mapo Tofu because the smell couldn't be hidden from his nose.
I couldn't help but put my hand out again, and just when I was about to touch the casserole, there was a "pop" sound, and my hand was hit.
Meng Yao took advantage of the opportunity and fought back, grinning with pride.
"Uncle Hu, I didn't tell you to eat it. If you eat it secretly, you will be beaten!"
Uncle Hu pinched his beard and glared at Meng Yao angrily, "You little girl is so small-minded, smaller than the head of a needle. Didn't I just hit you? You..."
"Uncle Hu, didn't I just hit you? Do you need to be so vindictive?"
Uncle Hu choked.
"No matter what, I want to eat anyway. The old woman named Jiang can't eat spicy food, so who will I not eat..."
"Hehe, hehe, I understand, this is specially made for me, right? Your little girl is stopping me from eating it. Who can eat it?"
Meng Yao rolled her eyes at Uncle Hu.
Only then did he know.
Uncle Hu wanted to eat spicy food. She made money today and was in a good mood, so she made it specially for him, but he still treated her like that.
Meng Yao pouted, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.
Uncle Hu proudly showed off to Jiang Huizhi, "It was made just for me, not for you!"
Jiang Huizhi snorted, "Yao Yao, don't give it to him."
Meng Yao immediately responded and took the casserole back, "If my godmother says I won't let you eat it, then I won't let you eat it."
Uncle Hu was dumbfounded and hurriedly stopped him, "Hey, little girl, that's what's wrong with you, this is specially made for me!"
"Old lady Jiang, are you deliberately going against me?"
Jiang Huizhi picked up the chopsticks and just wanted to knock Old Man Hu on the forehead.
"You bully my daughter and want to eat my daughter's cooking. What you think is quite beautiful!"
"Apologise to my daughter, otherwise I will feed it to the dogs and I won't let you eat it, old man."
Meng Yao also said this just now.
Look, look, just after accepting old lady Jiang as her mother, the little girl started to imitate her!
Uncle Hu looked at Jiang Huizhi aggrievedly, thinking of his hard-hearted heart and seeing that she couldn't do it, and then turned his eyes to Meng Yao.
He had a big beard, but his expression was like that of a child, aggrieved and pitiful.
"Girl Yao, I know you won't be as cruel as this bad wife. You must be a considerate and good girl!"
Meng Yao couldn't help but let out a "poof", thinking that Uncle Hu was so cute and fed him so unprincipledly.
However, Jiang Huizhi was disgusted to death. While she was disgusted, she pointed at Uncle Hu with her chopsticks and said, "Look at your character. The older you get, the less majestic you are. No wonder you have raised a few white-eyed wolves."
This time, Uncle Hu did not let Jiang Huizhi slander the sons he had worked so hard to raise, and blew his beard in retort.
"Nonsense, who is the white-eyed wolf? Look at my son, look at your son. My son at least gives me gifts and money, and knows how to find someone to serve me and be filial to me. Where is your son?"
Jiang Huizhi sneered, feeling that Uncle Hu was really at a disadvantage because he had a short memory and forgot everything after being coaxed by his son.
"If you were a bad old man with no money, would they be filial to you? Just think of it!"
Uncle Hu was so angry that he lost his temper. He found that old lady Jiang could not say anything good.
Weakly, he turned his gaze to Meng Yao again, sniffing, "Girl Yao, I've been bullied like this, can you give me something to eat?"
Meng Yao: "..."
Meng Yao couldn't help but laugh.
Uncle Hu is really like a child.
She relented and pushed the thing over.
Uncle Hu was so happy that he immediately opened the lid of the casserole with the towel on it.
The aroma that hit his face made Uncle Hu greedy.
"Ma Po Tofu, the smell...sucks, sucks, sucks."
Meng Yao came over with a casserole in order to maintain the delicious taste of Mapo Tofu.
Seeing Uncle Hu's greedy look, Meng Yao couldn't help but feel that it was worth the effort.
“Try it!”
Meng Yao handed over the chopsticks. Uncle Hu saw a life-saving straw and immediately took it.
Uncle Hu's behavior at this moment was completely different from the calmness he had when he saw Liu Yishou making so many dishes on the table. Instead, he was like an old glutton who smelled delicious food and couldn't wait to enjoy his food.
"This numbing and spicy taste, sizzling, sizzling...enjoyable!"
Jiang Huizhi couldn't see the hopeless look of old man Hu and knocked on the table.
"If you don't pay me more attention when you eat, get out of here."
When Uncle Hu was eating Mapo Tofu, he held his head high and lifted a small piece of tender Mapo Tofu into the air and put it into his mouth. He took a few sips before putting it completely into his mouth.
While eating, his beard was still curling up.
That worthless look is off-putting.
Uncle Hu hummed and ignored her, turned sideways and continued eating.
The taste is really addictive.
Liu Yishou's eyes have been fixed on the mapo tofu in the casserole. The hot dish is really attractive in terms of color and taste.
He approached slowly and couldn't help but stretched out his hand.
Qi Boyan's eyes moved, but he turned sideways to protect Meng Yao, ignoring him who looked dazed.
"You, you, you, what are you doing? Stop it!"
Uncle Hu, who was having a good meal, saw that the cook Lao Si hired for him suddenly attacked, and he screamed in anger.
"Girl Yao did this for me. How dare you do it?"
Liu Yishou's hands were really fast. When Uncle Hu called, he directly reached into the casserole, endured the burning, and fished out a small piece of Mapo tofu.
As if he didn't hear what Uncle Hu said, he put the hand that picked up the Mapo Tofu into his mouth.
Uncle Hu slapped the table angrily and stood up.
"I, I must break the legs of that brat named Fourth."
Look at what kind of people this brat sent him. He only made the same food and even ate his mapo tofu secretly.
This was Mapo Tofu made specially for him by the little girl, and it was destroyed by him just like that.
Liu Yishou ate the mapo tofu and started to chirp.
He is tasting the ingredients for making mapo tofu.
Liu Yishou muttered for a long time. After he finished, he couldn't help but look at Meng Yao and shook his head, "No, no, the ingredients are fine, but what I made doesn't taste right."