Chapter 38

Lu Nian listened to the old lady and looked at the little guy who was confronting Fu Yunjian.

"Don't eat what the woman gave you in the future, do you hear!" Fu Yunjian thought of Yan Shu bumping into him before, and his heart was angry.

"You think the food she cooked is delicious. You can't tell what mess they put in it."

It has not been reported in the news that some caterers do not hesitate to add some prohibited things to the food in order to have repeat customers, making customers more addicted.

Fu Yunjian became uneasy at the thought that Yan Shu was likely to do so.

I don't know how many times that woman ate steamed stuffed buns with her back to him. Would she be addicted?

"Try these. They are all made specially by the kitchen uncle. Maybe there is something in them that suits your appetite." Fu Yunjian said, picking up chopsticks and handing them to the little guy.

"Try it."

Xiaobaozi timidly took the chopsticks, stood in front of the kitchen table, carefully picked up the nearest dish and took a sip.

"Try something else." Fu Yunjian reminded him aside.

The steamed stuffed bun then put chopsticks on another dish, ate it, and chewed it carefully.

Old lady Fu stood aside and saw that the steamed stuffed bun was eating very carefully, which made her heart ache.

"Jing Yan, how about it? Is it delicious?"

The steamed stuffed bun kept silent and continued to try the next dish. In this way, he tried five or six courses in one breath, and only took one bite of each course.

Until I tasted the seventh dish, I ate an extra bite of steamed stuffed bun.

Fu Yunjian met old lady Fu on the side, and the two looked at each other.

After tasting the seventh course, xiaobaozi put down his chopsticks, and then raised his plate, [I can't eat any more, the taste is almost the same.]

Fu Yunjian looked at the small steamed stuffed bun's bloodless cheek, sighed slightly, bent down to pick up the child, and then looked at the seventh dish.

"Dad, you just ate two bites of this tofu, which suits your appetite?"

The steamed stuffed bun shook his head, and then typed a line on the tablet, [the taste is close, but it's almost.]

"The taste is very close, but it's almost?" Fu Yunjian looked at the content on the tablet, frowned slightly, and looked at the people behind him, "who made this tofu?"

The others cast their eyes on Ronaldinho.

Luo came out trembling, "Mr. Fu, I cooked this dish."

"You did it yourself, and you did it all by yourself?" Fu Yunjian was deeply afraid of another Oolong incident, so he reconfirmed it.

"I made it myself." Luo carefully looked at Fu Yun and said, "this dish is also my first time to cook. I saw my master cook it before, but I haven't tried it. I just want to cook it here myself."

Hearing this, Fu Yunjian looked at Xiao Luo and sank his eyes for a few minutes. "Do you have a master?"

"Yes, we have to be led by a master to start our business." Xiao Luo said, licking his dry lips.

"Your master is in Cloud City?" Fu Yunjian then asked.

Luo's hand hanging on his side slowly clenched, "no, he retired, not from Yuncheng, but from Wucheng."

"Wucheng?" When the old lady heard that it was Wucheng, she sighed, "Wucheng is far from Yuncheng."

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Luo slowly said, "yes, after my master retired, he recuperated in Wucheng. Earlier years, his hand was broken by someone. Although he was cured later, he had sequelae."

Fu Yunjian glanced at the dishes on the table and asked Luo, "in addition to this bowl of tofu, is there anything else you made here?"

Xiao Luo raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yun's advice, then lowered his head, "no, just this dish."

After listening to Fu Yunjian, there was a trace of surprise and doubt, "I gave you half a day, and you just made a tofu?"

"Cooking is about taste, not speed, because this is the first time I have cooked this dish, so the speed will inevitably be slower." Xiao Luo opened his mouth and explained.

Fu Yunjian nodded, and then gave Zhang tezhu a sign in his eyes, holding a small steamed bun and turning out of the kitchen.

The old lady and others left behind.

As soon as he got out of the kitchen, the steamed stuffed bun lying on Fu Yunjian's shoulder couldn't help but spit out all the food he had just eaten.

Caught off guard, Fu Yunjian's suit was stained with filth.

"My God!" Gu Mingyan, who followed the old lady, strode forward, took out a paper towel and began to wipe the clothes on the man.

The steamed stuffed bun was taken by Lu Nian and followed by the old lady to the bathroom.

Fu Yunjian took off his suit, Gu Mingyan reached out to take it, took out the paper towel in his bag and wiped the dirt on the man's clothes slightly.

"Yun Jian, it's not a long-term way for me to say that steamed buns can't eat so much."

Hearing the words, the man turned his eyes to Gu Mingyan, "what do you want to say?"