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"It seems that someone is dissatisfied with my cooking skills and doesn't want to eat tonight?" Yang Hui smiled triumphantly while holding a shovel.

"Yanyan, how can you be picky eaters at such a young age! Look how delicious your mother cooks! Wash your hands and eat!" Chen Dong scolded Chen Yan with a straight face, and sneaked into the room.

Chen Yan: "..."

Yang Hui was also amused by Chen Dong.

"Mom, did you use my recipe?" Chen Yan washed his face and hands and came out again. He knew the smell as soon as he smelled it, but Yang Hui's cooking skills can still be greatly improved, which cannot be compared with him.

"That's right. I went to several stores to buy the things written in your recipe. According to the boss, few people use them to cook. I didn't see anything special about this thing at first. I didn't expect to make it. The braised pork is so delicious!"

Yang Hui has been soaking in the kitchen since she came back after four o'clock. At first, she was not sure that the recipe Chen Yan gave her could really make any special delicious food. It was really that those few spices were too inconspicuous.

But after half an hour of stewing, she changed from suspicion to surprise. During the time when Chen Yan was out of school, she was so excited that she wanted to talk to someone, but she almost choked up.

"Of course, the secret recipe." Chen Yan smiled.In fact, it is just grass fruit, nutmeg, cinnamon and the like, which are slightly different from the spices of stew in this world.

Chen Yan has seen the stewed meat ingredients in this world in the kitchen, but their aroma and deodorization function are slightly inferior, and they cannot meet Chen Yan's requirements.

In fact, these spices are already the most basic. If you want to make a good pot of lo-mei, you need more than 30 kinds of spices. Chen Yan doesn't even know if he can find all of them in this world.

The rice has been simmered, and the braised pork is also simmered in a large pot.

The corner of Chen Yan's mouth twitched as he looked at the pot full of meat.

"...Mom, next time you don't need to cook so much meat."

"Yanyan, you should eat more."

"If you cook less but better, you will think about it in your heart, and you will feel better when you eat it." This is Chen Yan's philosophy, and he is also using this philosophy in the catering industry.

This is not hunger marketing.In fact, people's desire for meat does not need a full pot.It's more about the moment before the meat enters the mouth.

From ordering, to serving the dishes, to picking them up with chopsticks and delivering them to the mouth, the expectations are at their peak.

The quality of cooking itself is just the length of time to maintain this expectation. Delicious dishes naturally make people feel that they have not waited in vain, and I am afraid that they do not want to touch the unpalatable dishes a second time.

Therefore, Chen Yan strictly controlled the quantity of each dish, in order to achieve a satisfactory and just right range, and did not want any more, because it would affect the expected value of the next time.

And Yang Hui's big pot is obviously too much.

"That's it..." Yang Hui nodded thoughtfully. "It's just that we just finished eating a meal, but we still feel a little unfinished, right?"

"Yes." That's what Chen Yan meant, "I'll fry two more vegetarian dishes."

With quick hands and feet, Chen Yan finished two vegetarian dishes in 10 minutes, and made another clear soup with cucumber slices.Yang Hui fought aside, and Chen Yan brought it out one by one.

When Chen Yan came out, Chen Dong was wiping his mouth, and it seemed that he had just eaten the braised pork on the table.

Yang Hui stared, "Not promising."

"I can't help it, my wife is too skilled." Chen Dong smiled shamelessly.

"Hey, isn't it time someone said that no one would eat the braised pork I made?"

"One moment and another moment." Chen Dong didn't feel blushing at all, which Chen Yan admired very much.

"Son, don't imitate him. None of these literary people speak the truth." Yang Hui curled her lips.

The family starts.

Chen Dong picked up his chopsticks and headed towards the braised pork. He swallowed three pieces in a row before he finally relieved his hunger.

"It's so delicious. Wife, your cooking skills must go to heaven." His son is so old, so Chen Dong naturally eats the dishes made by Yang Hui, and the braised pork is rare, but he has eaten it many times.

But this time it was different, the meat was soft and tender, the stew was slightly overcooked, but not greasy at all, even the rice stained with broth was extra delicious.

Chen Yan also ate two yuan, tasted it carefully, and made some suggestions without any trace.

For her son's words, Yang Hui obeyed a hundred times.Sometimes even Chen Dong is jealous: Who is the mother of the two of you?

But today he obviously didn't have time to talk, the meat was so delicious that he got carried away with it.One piece, two pieces, three pieces, a big mouthful of rice.

While eating, Chen Dong wondered wildly, the recipe that Chen Yan copied back was left by the chef god in history, and he could make it so delicious by following it.As far as Yang Hui's craftsmanship is concerned, if he opens a restaurant, it will ensure a steady stream of customers and a steady stream of money.

Chen Yan still only ate a small bowl of rice, tasted a few mouthfuls of braised pork, spent most of the time eating two vegetarian dishes made by himself, and finally drank a small bowl of clear soup that was no different from plain water.

"I'm full." Chen Yan put down his job.

"Yanyan, is the braised pork not delicious?"

"It's pretty good." Just looking at the recipes he left behind to make it like this, Yang Hui is still very talented.

"But you eat too little?" Yang Hui asked worriedly.Her gluttonous husband next to her was already blushing to serve the third bowl of rice.

Even though my stomach was bulging, I insisted on eating.Yang Hui's eyelids were cramping, "Chen Dong, eat less, don't make your stomach hurt after a while!"

"understood!"

Chen Dong looked at the rice in the bowl, felt his stomach again, set back most of the bowl unwillingly, came out and looked at Yang Hui with an innocent face, "I'm here to praise you!"

"Okay, I've won three bowls today." Yang Hui couldn't laugh or cry.But turning his head and looking at Chen Yan who had already entered the room, his expression became more worried again, "Do you think our son eats too little? Since he lost weight last time and fainted, he has not eaten much. Such a small bowl is like feeding a cat."

"Your cat eats so much." Chen Dong looked at Chen Yan's bowl that was the same size as his own, "Didn't I also eat one bowl at a time?"

"Can you compare with your son? The son is growing up."

"Actually, I think it's okay. You can prepare some supper for him, such as biscuits, snacks, milk, and fruits. Put it away, and he will eat it when he is hungry." Chen Dongyuan was not as worried as Yang Huilai , "I think my son's determination to lose weight this time is quite firm, maybe he will succeed in losing weight."

"I hope so." Yang Hui sighed, "Hey, by the way, I was not very happy to see you answering the phone yesterday, are you okay?"

"It's okay, Qian En was making trouble again, and I gave him a good recommendation, and finally calmed down." Speaking of this, Chen Dong looked indifferent, as if he was not very satisfied.

"what happened?"

"That recommendation was originally for Xiaoying." Chen Dong snorted, "I don't know how Qian En knew about it. This time, Xiaoying was treated badly again. In fact, if it were replaced by another editor, her achievements might be even worse than now. Be tall."

Yang Hui also met Xiaoying a few times. The little girl was average in appearance, but she was very sensible, and she also had special respect for Chen Dong. After all, it was Chen Dong who helped her when it was the most difficult time. This is a person worthy of gratitude. child.

"It's hard for her to be a little girl, she's only a few years older than our Yanyan." Yang Hui frowned, she really couldn't help with this matter, "Why don't we let Xiaoying come to our house for dinner."

"It's fine, I'll invite her over later. The recipe Yanyan gave you has several other dishes. You practice and cook them all later." Chen Dong sighed, "Qian En is too clueless. Seeing that he is old and Xiaoying keeps giving him resources, he is actually making progress. This time Xiaoying is easy to talk, and I don’t know what will happen next time.”

"I don't think Xiaoying will let it go a few times. Anyway, Xiaoying is now about the same weight as Qian En. Who doesn't think about themselves." Yang Hui thought for a while, "Old Chen, I don't think you can always be so used to it. Look at Qian En, don't look back Qian En didn't leave, Xiaoying left. Although Xiaoying remembers your kindness back then and doesn't say anything, if her heart is hurt, it will be irreparable."

Chen Dong took it for granted.

"That's what I thought too. I also told Qian En, the last time. And Xiaoying's current status has already vaguely overshadowed Qian En. Otherwise, why do you think Qian En is in a hurry?"

Chen's parents were chatting about work in the living room, and Chen Yan had already finished all the homework for today in his own room.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether there is more or less homework, the key is whether you can do it.It's not difficult for those who are difficult, but it's not difficult for those who meet. Chen Yan has completed the exercises in the paper and workbook. As for the things to recite and memorize, they have already been in his mind, and there is no need to complete them at all.

After packing up the books, Chen Yan turned on the system.

It's time for the lottery.