The Talented Doctor

When Yun Feifei saw Xi Yue staring at the table full of vegetables in a daze, she chuckled lightly: "Xi Yue, these are the best spiritual foods. You must have never eaten them before? Have a try, there are a few in there. The dishes are unique to our Yun family, and the specially invited spirit chefs can’t eat them outside! If you leave the Yun family, you won’t be able to eat them in the future!"

Xi Yue raised her eyebrows, and Yun Feifei's tone of running her shabby and never tasted good food was so obvious.

She didn't have much reaction yet, but Qing Luan beside her couldn't help it.

"What's the joke, this is also a super delicacy? I don't need to eat to know it, it's far worse than my lady's cooking!"

Qingluan pointed to a plate of bun-shaped pasta, "The pasta is so yellow and rough, it makes people look at how appetite. And the lady said that the top spiritual food is to concentrate the spiritual power in the food, condense and not disperse. , What kind of superb delicacy like this, with the spiritual power released?"

Yun Feifei was so rebutted by a maid, she was suddenly frustrated.

Mrs. Yun looked at Xi Yue in surprise, "Yue'er, are you still good at making spiritual food?"

Xi Yue smiled and said: "It's just for fun. If the old lady doesn't mind, you can try it."

Yun Feifei sneered and said, "The Yun Family Spirit Cook has been immersed in this way for decades. Can the spiritual food you cook compare to these five-grade spiritual food?"

When Mrs. Yun's face sank, she was about to reprimand Yun Feifei, and when she saw Xi Yue flipped her wrist, she had already taken out several dishes.

Before Mrs. Yun looked at it, she felt a strong fragrance pouring into her belly.

When she gets older, her appetite is not so good, and she doesn't eat much of the high-level spiritual food cooked by the Yun family's spirit chef.

But today I smelled the scent, and my stomach began to growl.

What's this smell? How difficult is it so fragrant?

Mrs. Yun looked over and saw the plate of food, she felt her saliva constantly secreting, and her belly screamed louder.

"This is white fungus eight-treasure porridge, swallow skin wontons, crab dumplings, shrimp dumplings and egg tarts." Xi Yue smiled and said, "I have nothing to do in my spare time. The old lady can try it."

Mrs. Yun swallowed as she watched, set up a soup bag with chopsticks, and according to Xi Yue's instructions, she bit through the thin skin and took a bite.

The fragrant and sweet taste accompanied the hot soup flowing into the mouth, making Mrs. Yun almost want to swallow her tongue together.

A soup bag was poured into the abdomen, and the warm spiritual power circulated in the stomach, not only did not feel support, but was full of desire to continue eating.

"It's so delicious!" Mrs. Yun exclaimed, and couldn't help but pick up the shrimp dumplings again.

So when Yun Tianyi came in, he saw Xi Yue smiling and standing aside, drinking porridge leisurely.

Next to Mrs. Yun, she felt her round belly and kept saying that it was delicious.

Yun Yalan and Yun Wenjing are arguing with excitement over who a shrimp dumpling belongs to.

There was a circle of fifth-grade spiritual food on the table, but everyone didn't even touch it.

And the only Yun Feifei who was left unattended was a gloomy face that could drip water.

Yun Tianyi had never seen Mrs. Yun look like this before, and was quite surprised.

But when he knew the ins and outs of the matter, the surprise turned into a deep resentment.

My mother has tasted the delicacies made by my baby daughter, and even Yun Wenjing and Yun Yalan have eaten them. Why is his father the only one who has not tasted them?