Shen Anning happily returned to the kitchen and continued to peel the shrimp line.
In more than half an hour, Joan and Shen Anning cleaned up fish, crayfish and shrimp, and Wen bin came back with beer.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wenjing sitting on the sofa dejectedly peeling garlic.
His eyebrows were slightly twisted. He asked, "ah Jing, what are you..."
Wenjing pursed his lips: "peel garlic."
Wen Bin: "
He took the beer into the kitchen. Shen Anning took a look: "thanks, brother Wenbin, but why have you been to the supermarket for so long?"
"Yes." Wen bin nodded.
"In fact, there is a shop not far from the right turn at the entrance of the Hutong. You don't have to go to the supermarket."
Wen bin smiled: "it doesn't matter. Since I brought the beer and the garlic was peeled by Wenjing, does it mean that we can have a meal here?"
Shen Anning didn't speak. He looked at Joan. Joan said in a faint tone: "you are all peaceful guests, but I'm a simple person. You're free."
According to her nature, she doesn't want them to stay, but Wenjing is still Shen Anning's friend, and Joan doesn't want to make the situation so rigid.
Wen bin smiled: "how can it be a simple meal? Fireworks in the world are the most soothing."
He had taken off his coat and hung it on the chair. He rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen: "I'll give you a hand, too. What can I do for you?"
"No, brother Wenbin, my sister and I can be busy. You... Or you and a Jing will peel garlic together?"
Wen bin nodded, "OK, how much do you need?"
"More is better." Shen Anning smiled with a clever face: "later, we'll make crawfish with garlic. More garlic is delicious."
"OK." Wen bin should go to the living room.
Shen Anning smiled low: "sister, can you relieve your anger this time?"
Joanne:... HMM
Shen Anning explained in a low voice while helping Joan peel onions and take seasoning.
"The Wen family has a long history with our family. My mother and aunt Su are good friends. Wen bin has a good relationship with my eldest brother. Wen Jing and I have played together since childhood."
Joan nodded and sliced the onion and ginger neatly: "I see."
What else did Shen Anning want to say? Joan looked at her: "don't explain. I'm not friends with them. It doesn't delay you. You're friends with them. Understand?"
"Yes." Shen Anning nodded: "elder sister, you are so kind to me."
Joanne: "... Come on, I'll order less in the future. It's like who likes cooking. If it weren't for feeding you, I'd order takeout every day."
Shen Anning tilted his head and smiled strangely: "it's hard to say if you don't want to cook, otherwise we'll listen to zhuxuan's meal every day in the future?"
Joan looked at her and said, "why don't you just recognize aunt Fang as a godmother."
"That won't work." Shen Anning is serious: "I'm a bad generation. If I recognize aunt Fang as a godmother, Huo Chengzhou will have to call my sister and I'll be your little aunt."
Joanne: "... Where do you talk about your generation?"
Shen Anning smiled: "in short, I'm going to listen to zhuxuan rubbing rice. It must be your light."
Joanne: come on, go and see if the garlic is peeled and ready to cook
……
A crayfish alone has to stew for 40 or 50 minutes, so it's more than one o'clock when a lunch begins.
Wenbin came to help set the plate, while Wenjing got up reluctantly.
What lunch.
Can Joanne do as well as Michelin's chef?
Her eyes fell on the table, only the mustard shrimp ball looked a little hungry.
If it hadn't been for big brother's insistence, she wouldn't have stayed.
The dishes were all on the table, and the four sat down. Wenjing specially sat next to Shen Anning. His sight fell on Joan's body, Lang said.
"Anning, if you want to eat lobster, the chef of our Wen family does the best, and they are all big Aolong. If you want to eat lobster, come back with me tomorrow. I'll let the chef cook cook it for you every day."