Xiangyi didn't pour the crayfish into the plate all at once, but lowered his head and carefully arranged the plate.
The white and soft little hands, as if by magic, arranged a large pot of crayfish in the shape of flower petals.
He took out the transparent glass bottle, shook his wrist lightly, and white sesame seeds were finely dotted on it.
Crispy cold cucumber and hot and sour lemon radish are two cold dishes, also decorated with carved carrots.
In the studio.
—[Mom, it looks even tastier this way!]
—[Absolutely, it’s so fucking amazing, instantly put on a look that I can’t afford]
—[I just ordered crayfish takeaway, and it will take 40 minutes to be delivered, I am about to cry]
—[Oh my god, she actually made two cold dishes and even stir-fried a small green vegetable. What kind of logical planning ability is this!]
—[The one upstairs is overblown, isn't it just that he can cook, and if a certain chef is looking for a chef in the East, which one is not better than her?]
—[That’s right, why are you making such a fuss? Who has so much time and energy to put on a plate? Is it possible that I have to learn how to carve in order to have a meal?]
—[? ? ? Sick? I live a rough life, and don't allow others to be refined?]
…
There was a lot of noise in the barrage, but in reality it was enjoyable.
Yan Zhenhua called Yan Nai to come over and serve the dishes. He was still hectic for a while, so he cooked a fried tomato scrambled egg, brought it out happily, and put it next to the crayfish: "Come here, let me add some dishes for you children !"
"Thank you for the guide."
The place to eat is in the gazebo in the garden, surrounded by a sea of flowers, and birds passing by from time to time, it is beautiful like a scene in an anime.
Yan Zhenhua has been greedy since he smelled it, and he didn't even bother to wear disposable gloves, so he peeled off a spicy one first.
The ruddy and oily crayfish are handled very cleanly, without a trace of peculiar smell or dirt. The moment they eat it, the spicy soup splashes between the lips and teeth, and the smooth and tender shrimp meat feels numb after swallowing, but More is the aftertaste of incense.
"The little girl is good at cooking!" Yan Zhenhua finished his sincere praise, and immediately peeled off one, "Spicy enough! Strong enough!"
The chef will be very happy when the food he cooks is recognized, and Xiangyi is no exception. With a smile, he pushed a pot of boiled edamame in front of Yan Zhenhua, "This is boiled in light salt water, so it can relieve spicy heat."
Yan Zhenhua's eyes lit up: "Crayfish and edamame are a perfect match! Little girls are particular about people!"
Shi Sui really can't eat spicy food, so he chose the minced garlic flavor.
The young and handsome man first put on his gloves slowly, and peeled the shrimp in a gentle manner, as if he was cutting a steak in a top western restaurant in a leisurely manner.
After the entrance, the garlic blossoms on the tip of the tongue, but it is not choking. Instead, it combines the aroma of various seasonings. The spiciness of the green pepper is neutralized with sugar. It tastes sweet and spicy garlic that is easy to accept.
Shi Sui's movements were still graceful, but his eyebrows and eyes were stretched out, and his long legs were slightly bent, in an extremely relaxed posture.
The only painful thing is Yan Nai...
The aroma of the two flavors of crayfish went straight into his nose. He was full after eating this morning, but now his stomach was so empty that he was about to faint from hunger.
The boy's slightly protruding Adam's apple kept rising and falling, struggling frantically between eating and not eating.
He looked at Xiangyi with watery eyes.
I don't know if it was smoked by the smoke in the kitchen, but she didn't have a good appetite, so after taking two bites, she quietly peeled the shrimp.
With her dexterous hands, she peeled a small bowl full in a blink of an eye.
Yan Nai's heart skipped a beat.
If... If she strips it for me with her own hands, then I will be too kind, but I will be disrespectful, and respect is worse than obedience...