She was serving Mrs. Zheng, peeling lychees for him to eat.
Seeing Huan Qingyan coming, she gave a blessing, "Miss."
When Huan Qingyan saw her, the blood in her brain rushed up, she raised her hand and wanted to slap her face, this is the reaction of a reborn girl...
"Don't be so impulsive, this little bitch won't move for now. She is still pretending to be a white lotus, let her pretend first, and she wants revenge one by one. What's the rush?"
The resentment and anger in his mind finally relaxed.
Huan Qingyan stopped looking at Huanmengyue, following everyone's eyes on the high platform.
On the high platform, there is a large stove, and a raging flame is burning in the stove. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with a hulking back is constantly adding firewood to the stove.
There is a large pot on the stove. The pot is about two or three meters in diameter and one or two meters deep. Standing in front of the pot is a middle-aged man, wearing a white cooker's uniform and a white cooker's hat. Holding a huge shovel in his hand, he kept stirring something in the cauldron. This person was Uncle Huan Beiming, the biological father of Huan Qingyan and Xiao Zhengtai.
Handsome uncle!
Huan Qingyan thinks that heredity is really unreliable, Huan Beiming looks so thin like a bamboo, Mrs. Huan is also beautiful and slender, and she grows so fat, it is unscientific.
Well, the frequency with which she eats eight meals a day and 18 dishes, the fat accumulates and cannot be digested, more than 300 catties is considered good.
Huan Beiming stir-fried for a while, and from time to time, he took the condiments on the edge of the stove and poured them into the pot in order, then stir-fried, and then poured...
Not long after, a strong fragrance came out from the cauldron and spread over the entire small square.
The immoral Huan Qingyan smelled it and started drooling...
Suddenly, Huan Beiming let out a low growl, "Let's get Yipin Qingyu Tofu!"
In the big stove, blazing flames shot up into the sky, and with the flames, pieces of tofu as slippery as sapphires fell from midair like rain.
A stack of white porcelain plates in Huan Beiming's hands fluttered around like an acrobatic, steadily catching the rain of sapphire tofu, without missing a piece, and every time four pieces of sapphire tofu were filled, the plates would fall back steadily. above the stove.
Soon, twenty plates of sapphire tofu were neatly placed on the large stove.
"Crack!" The crowd burst into applause.
Goodbye Huan Beiming waved his robe, and the dishes flew like a long dragon to the various VIP tables on the small square. Each table sat four people, and each plate of sapphire tofu was four yuan, which happened to be one piece for one person.
Huan Qingyan looked helplessly at the sapphire tofu plate flying towards their table, drooling...
Mrs. Huan said with a smile, "Xiaoyan, girls, please be more reserved..."
Saying that, she took a piece out of the small saucer in front of Huan Qingyan.
Huan Qingyan only felt the strong fragrance and could not wait to put it in his mouth...
But for a moment, her eye sockets were moist...
My God, there is such a delicious food in the world, what is it called? This is called happiness!
How can she be so virtuous, she can eat such delicious food through life and death...