Chapter 370

The old lady didn't like this greasy soup, but when the servant opened the lid of the sand pot, the faint fragrance floated out, which aroused the old lady's appetite.

"Well, take a bowl."

"I want a bowl, too." Fu Jingyan ate too much of Yan Shu's cooking. He knew it by smelling it.

Fu Jingyan had anorexia before, and he was more selective in eating than Fu Yunchen.

So as soon as he saw his nephew staring at the sand jar with slightly bright eyes, he knew that it must have been cooked by Yan Shu, and he also asked for a bowl.

On the table, except Yan Shu, everyone else basically asked for a bowl of duck soup.

When the servant brought the old duck soup to the people, Fu Yunjian found that the old duck soup looked yellowish, but it was crystal clear.

The faint fragrance of tea tree mushroom mixed with duck fragrance rushed into the nose, which can make people swallow saliva.

Fu Yunjian directly took the soup bowl and took a sip.

As soon as the soup enters the mouth, the warmth fills the mouth. The warmth makes people feel warm from the inside out.

The soup is so fresh that people can't wait to swallow their tongue.

He soon took a second sip, a third SIP... A bowl of not much soup, and soon finished.

Other people on the table, too, almost couldn't stop, one mouthful after another.

Yan Xiaosui exclaimed, "aunt, the old duck soup you cooked this time is super delicious, better than any soup you cooked before! I'm going to eat my tongue!"

Even the old lady, who didn't like soup, was in a happy mood at the moment, appreciating Yan Shu. "It turned out that it was cooked by Miss Yan. The cooking is very good."

Several cooks standing on the side looked at each other and clenched their teeth secretly.

This woman only knows pickled dishes. How can she make soup that the old lady likes to drink?

It is estimated that the old lady saw Yan Xiaosui and said it was done by her aunt. The old lady thought Yan Shu was a guest, so she gave Yan Shu a face and said a good word!

Yan Shu only smiled, faintly but indisputably said, "eat first, and then drink a bowl of soup. Otherwise, if you are full of soup, you won't want to eat rice."

"Oh, good." Yan Xiaosui put down the soup bowl and picked up chopsticks.

Clearly Yan Shu just said this to Yan Xiaosui, but others subconsciously put down the soup bowl, and Fu Yunchen, who was trying to ask the servant for a second bowl of soup, also shut up.

In addition to soup, there are 11 dishes with meat and vegetables on the table, including Yan Shu's, which is a pity not to try!

The dish is not like soup. It has a strong fragrance and is easy to distinguish. Fu Jingyan saw Yan Shu cook sweet and sour pork ribs before. Seeing this dish on the table, he stuffed a piece into his mouth and screwed up his eyebrows the next second.

Aunt Yan didn't do it.

But his anorexia was almost over, and the sweet and sour pork ribs were not very bad, so he ate them silently.

The cook, who made sweet and sour pork ribs, looked at Fu Jingyan's eating his own cooking, and immediately came to his senses.

It's just that Fu Jingyan ate just one piece and never moved again.

When Fu Yunjian saw his son's little expression, his chopsticks turned around and went to pick up other dishes.

The old lady didn't look for Yan Shu's dishes on the table like them.

She ate several dishes, but she was not satisfied. She muttered, "I don't know why, but I always feel insipid when I eat these dishes. It's better to drink duck soup."

As long as the cook's cooking is not too oily or too light, she doesn't choose what to eat, but she really has no appetite today.

"Old duck soup is made by Yan Shu, that's for sure!" Fu Yunchen said, commanding the servant by the way, "aunt LAN, please help me hold another bowl to cool."

"Hey, good."

Fu Jingyan saw the little abacus played by the second uncle and immediately said, "aunt LAN, I also want to hold a bowl!"