Wang Yanmei knew that someone was coming today, so she specially cooked a large table of dishes.
A large bowl of fungus and loofah soup, a bowl of scrambled eggs with pepper rings, a bowl of stir-fried water spinach, a bowl of garlic lettuce, a bowl of cold spinach appetizer, and a bowl of beer duck.
There is also a pot of fried chicken with green onions, specially fried with camellia oil. The chicken is gleaming with oil, and just when it is served, the aroma wafts around and makes people salivate.
There is also the crucian carp that grandpa has sent these days. I fished two fresh ones from the pond and made them into chopped pepper and patchouli crucian carp.
Wang Yanmei finished cooking, tidied up the kitchen, washed her hands and came out. Seeing that no one had used their chopsticks, she warmly treated everyone to a quick meal and thoughtfully asked the little girl if she was tired from flying in today.
Huo Ying was very polite to her elders. She immediately shook her head and said she was not tired. She called her aunt, then uncle, and said her name.
Huo Ying, the heroic Ying.
Wang Yanmei praised repeatedly: "That's a good name. Then my aunt will call you Yingzi."
Adding '子' after this name instantly gives a sense of age.
Xu Qingzhi suddenly remembered the story he heard from his parents about the origin of his name.
This was not the name I originally planned to call her. At that time, her mother liked to watch The Legend of White Snake, and she especially liked Xiao Qing in it. So when she gave birth to her eldest daughter, she originally wanted to call her Xu Qing, but the fortune teller said that the child would have three characters.
Only the name can hold me back.
Wang Yanmei originally wanted her daughter's nickname to be Qingzi, so she planned to call her daughter Xu Qingzi directly.
The fortune teller waved his hand again and said no. He forgot that the girl couldn't have green in her life, so he gave her a name that was homophonic to Qingzhi.
Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang were not very educated, so they decided to call them this name because they looked quite artistic.
So Wang Yanmei didn't tell Huo Ying to call her Yingzi on purpose. When she was young, she used to be very affectionate to call people that way.
Wen Shanshan wants to laugh a little.
Huo Ying has never been called that before. Most people call her Yingying, but she doesn't care about it. "It's okay. Auntie, you can call her whatever you want."
"Okay, Yingzi, come on, try these dishes to see if they suit your taste." Wang Yanmei had a simple and enthusiastic smile on her face.
Huo Ying was pampered and raised and was somewhat picky about food, but she didn't know if she had to catch a plane and hadn't eaten anything all day. Just smelling the aroma of vegetables wafting in the air, she felt that it must be delicious.
She held the chopsticks and said, "You're welcome then."
She is a carnivore, so she tasted a piece of chicken first.
Wang Yanmei held the bowl and chopsticks without moving, looked at her, and asked eagerly: "Yingzi, are you used to this dish?"
Huo Ying was so delicious that she almost didn't want to speak, for fear of diluting the taste in her mouth. She felt that the meat was so tender that she could bite it off with just one bite. The meat was just tender enough, and there was a refreshing fragrance between her lips and teeth.<
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Yes, it smells delicious!
How can fried chicken satisfy the needs of carnivores for the smooth texture of meat, and at the same time have a refreshing fragrance?
It should be the smell of onions!
She had never eaten fried chicken with green onions in Kyoto. This should be a common practice here.
She fed her a mouthful of rice with satisfaction and replied politely: "Auntie, I'm used to eating it. Of course I'm used to eating such delicious food. It's so fragrant."
However, she soon discovered a problem.
Why does the texture of this rice taste so familiar?
In the past twenty years, she has always felt that the taste of rice is quite different. Maybe the round rice from Northeast China tastes better, and the long rice tastes quite special.
But this rice is different. She ate it at the old house last time and remembered the taste. For this reason, she even went to eat it several times during the meal.
Moreover, not only the rice is delicious, but also the vegetables are all delicious.
The only regret was that the big lobster next to it tasted inferior to the Chinese cabbage, and there was no meat dish that she was satisfied with.
At this moment, her eyes were searching for several bowls of vegetables on the table, and she remembered that her grandfather said that the vegetables at home were given by Brother Yan's friends. Could it be...
As if to confirm her thoughts, she quickly picked up a chopstick of water spinach, and then a chopstick of lettuce, and ate them one after another. She was finally sure that it tasted very similar to the food here.
As for why it’s just like that, it’s because obviously my aunt’s cooking skills are better, and the vegetables are much more delicious when fried than at the old house.
Huo Ying had regretted that the vegetables in the old house were delicious, but there was no delicious meat.
Now, she immediately went to grab another piece of duck meat.
Well, it's delicious. It's very flavorful. It's three parts salty, three parts alcoholic, and four parts spicy. The duck meat has a spicy taste.
Moreover, this duck meat does not taste like some duck meat, which is soft and dregs in the mouth. The meat is very smooth, tender and firm.
"It's delicious. These dishes are so delicious." Huo Ying couldn't stop shaking his head and sighing as he ate, as if he was enjoying some delicious food. He even completely forgot about the Huo family's traditional teaching of eating without talking.<
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On the contrary, Huo Jin next to him hardly moved his chopsticks. The few times he did so, it was when Huo Ying wanted to pick some delicious parts of chicken or duck but was too embarrassed to choose the vegetables openly, with a tangled little brow.
When you only eat your own side of the dish.
Huo Jin picked up the chopsticks, picked up the chicken bones in the basin, and put them into Huo Ying's bowl.
This kind of small pieces with bones and meat is the most delicious. The bones are almost broken into dregs, and the skin is smooth and tender. When you eat it in one bite, the juice in the broken bones and the meat taste the best.<
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Huo Jin has been her bodyguard since she was a child, so even if she doesn't say anything, he can always know what she is thinking.
Huo Ying is used to being taken care of and eats with peace of mind.
Wang Yanmei on the side noticed it and asked him: "Young man, why don't you eat it yourself? You only pick up vegetables for Yingzi."
Huo Jin lowered his head slightly, not looking at others with his eyes. With a low posture, he said slowly in a clean and magnetic voice: "I'm not very hungry. It's my duty to take care of the young lady's meals."
Huo Yingcai remembered that he hadn't introduced Huo Jin to his aunt and uncle yet, so he pointed at Huo Jin and said, "Auntie, this is my bodyguard. You don't need to worry about him. He will eat some snacks when he is hungry."<
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Huo Jin nodded slightly in response: "Yeah."
He has to respond to every word the lady says about him, which is his duty.
Wang Yanmei saw that he was wearing a suit and leather shoes and silver-rimmed glasses. He looked very elegant. She didn't expect him to be a bodyguard, so powerful.
However, Wang Yanmei hates seeing people not eating at all at the dinner table. If she is not used to eating, she will say something else. She frowned and said: "You have to eat, you have to eat more. You can't just eat snacks at night if you are not hungry."
It’s even worse if you don’t eat. You have to eat on time and at the right time for every meal.”
After speaking, she looked at everyone.
"Now you young people just rely on your good health and don't eat well. When you get old and get sick, you will regret it."
Xu Fuqiang was afraid that she would talk too much and make the children unhappy, so he stopped her and said, "Okay, let's eat and drink. Why are you talking so much?"
Wang Yanmei glared at her man angrily, but she didn't say anything wrong.
Huo Ying ate the chicken pieces Huo Jin gave her. They were the best. He could see them accurately and put them into her bowl.
With so many delicious dishes, it would be a pity if Huo Jin didn’t eat them.
So, she secretly kicked her foot to the side under the table.
When did Huo Jin's legs become so hard? The key is that there was no reaction after being kicked twice.
What's going on? Whenever she moves, he knows what she's going to do.
Huo Ying kicked her hard twice. She deserved the pain, but he ignored her! Smelly man!
Huo Fengyan, who was eating quietly to the left of Huo Ying, finally couldn't hold it back and lowered his voice and said coldly: "Huo Ying, you have something to say."
Huo Ying:......
Embarrassed, she forgot that she couldn't tell the difference between left and right.
She obviously wanted to use her right foot, but instead of using her left foot, she kicked Brother Yan’s leg on the left.
She scratched her head in embarrassment, "Sorry, my feet are cramped. I need to move a few times."
Then, she looked at Huo Jin on the right angrily.
Huo Jin immediately asked her in a low voice: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Huo Ying gritted his back molars and ordered in the voices of two people: "Even if you are not hungry, you must give me this meal tonight!"
She looked like a vicious lady. After saying that, she continued to eat her own meal.
Huo Jin's whole body was tense, and there seemed to be unconcealable emotions overflowing from his eyes, but he was forced to hold them back, with a submissive posture, and said softly in a magnetic voice: "As you command, my eldest lady."
His eating style was extremely polite. Even though everyone else at the table was immersed in the delicacies and praising them, he was the only one who ate politely and restrainedly without saying a word.