He didn't do anything, he just sat quietly. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he seemed extremely quiet.
This was the first time Song Moyun saw such a person. Although his eyes were strange, he couldn't stare at them all the time.
He and Luo Zibo walked around the house several times and looked at the collections here.
Li Yiyang was busy in the kitchen. The other two people had just finished eating and didn't feel hungry at this time.
But they felt a little strange as to why Li Yiyang was busy in the kitchen for so long. Even Luo Zibo and Song Moyun doubted whether he couldn't cook.
But then I thought about it, this method was proposed by Li Yiyang. If he didn't know how to cook, he wouldn't have suggested it in the first place.
A few people could only wait patiently. After a while, Song Moyun and Luo Zibo finished reading the collection.
The two of them had nothing to do, so they could only sit down on the sofa like Fu Huaiming.
After waiting, they even felt a little sleepy. Song Moyun stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
He opened a gap and asked: "It's been so long and it hasn't been done yet. Do you need help?"
Li Yiyang waved his hand, "No, you can eat it in a few minutes."
While they were opening the door and talking, Fu Huaiming smelled the smell inside.
He had trouble controlling his actions.
He ran directly towards the kitchen and looked at Li Yiyang with a surprised expression.
"How did you create this flavor? Why is it so accurate?"
Li Yiyang did not answer his question directly, "I will take it out when it is ready. Don't worry yet."
After saying this, he closed the kitchen door again. Fu Huaiming stood outside, pacing back and forth, feeling extremely uneasy.
He just felt puzzled as to why this thing made by his mother was exactly the same.
Even though so many years have passed, he will never forget the taste of this snack when his mother made it.
Fu Huaiming has been relatively thin and in poor health since he was a child. He is also very picky about eating.
I don't know if it's because his sense of taste is naturally more sensitive than others, but he can taste even the slightest difference.
Because of this, he was extremely excited when he saw that Li Yiyang could make this snack today.
Fu Huaiming originally looked for a restaurant with this snack again and again, but none of them tasted like what he imagined.
Now all his hopes are on Li Yiyang.
I smelled it so well just now, and felt that the taste was more like my mother's than the ones made in authentic food stalls outside.
As time passed by slowly, as everyone was looking forward to it, there was finally a sound at the kitchen door.
After Li Yiyang opened the door, all the other three people came over. Except for Fu Huaiming, the other two people were curious about what Li Yiyang had done after taking so long.
Li Yiyang brought three pairs of chopsticks, "You guys try them first! I'll also check to see if my skills have deteriorated."
Just smelling this smell made Fu Huaiming swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.
Then he picked up the chopsticks, took one chopstick and put it into his mouth.
After chewing a few times, Fu Huaiming raised his head and looked at Li Yiyang, shaking his head with a shocked expression.
"Impossible, how is this possible! Why can you make such a taste?"
Li Yiyang said: "This thing originally had this taste. This is what I have always made for my daughter."
"Is this different from what you want to eat?
I'm really sorry, if you really think it tastes bad, then don't eat it."
After finishing speaking, Li Yiyang planned to take the plate back, but he was unexpectedly caught by Fu Huaiming.
"No, you made this dish, and it tastes exactly like my mother's."
"I have been eating it for so many years, and the only one who tastes the same as her snack is you."
After Fu Huaiming finished speaking, he hurriedly started eating.
In just a few strokes, he had already finished the snack, and he looked up at Li Yiyang.
"I just wanted to ask how you made it and if you could teach me this secret. Maybe next time I like to eat it, I can make it at home."
"Of course I won't ask for your formula for free. No matter how much it costs or what you need, you can just tell me."
After hearing his words, Li Yiyang didn't mince words. After putting down his apron, he raised his hand and reached out to Fu Huaiming.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fu. Before telling you the recipe of this snack, I'd like to shake your hand and apologize."
"Actually, today, I did come here for one of your collections. I know that if I didn't use this method, I would definitely not be able to see you."
"I have used some small tricks, and I hope Mr. Fu can understand. This is really a bad idea and a last resort."
Fu Huaiming looked a little surprised at first, but after a moment he waved his hand: "These are not important, the most important thing is that you made this snack."
He had noticed early on that these three people seemed to be coming towards him, which looked a little strange.
But he didn't do anything to hurt himself.
Fu Huaiming finally succumbed to the power of this delicacy.
After he agreed, Li Yiyang confirmed with him again that this time they could choose the collection they wanted.
He didn't hide it and went straight to the chicken bowl. Anyway, Fu Huaiming did this just for fun.
Even if it is the chicken vat cup that Song Moyun values very much, it must be bought by someone who knows how to buy it, otherwise it will be worthless.
Fu Huaiming wanted to know even more what materials were used in this recipe.
It is far more similar to what my mother does than what I usually smell.
As for those chicken bowl cups or duck bowl cups, he didn't care at all.
Seeing how eager he was, Li Yiyang didn't give in.
"Actually, the ones you usually eat are no different from the ones I made. The ingredients used are exactly the same, but the weights are different."
Fu Huaiming shook his head, "It's impossible. Even if the weights are different, it's impossible to make them exactly the same."
He had tried it many times before, but it was completely different.
I have tried many snack bars, but none of them taste exactly like Li Yiyang's.
Li Yiyang shook his head, "It seems you still don't understand what I mean."
"If I don't offend, can I ask, why do you want to eat this thing so much?"