Chapter 2205： Sorry

She raised her head to look at Yuan Wenqian, and saw that the little guy looked at the arrangement of the meal in front of her with a calm expression, and she couldn't help but toss the corner of her lips lightly.

The little guy grew up next to the earl, and he knows more than her. This calm look doesn't need her to worry about.

However, Yuan Wenqian grew up in the UK since he was a child. The Chinese food he eats is limited, and the taste is definitely different.

Not to mention, the ones he eats in the UK are really not even the tip of the iceberg of national cuisine.

Among the eight major cuisines of China, there are thousands of them for just any one of them. The eight major cuisines, with respectable Chinese people, cannot eat them all in a lifetime.

And on the round table full of dark red solid wood, all the dishes placed are Chinese dishes,

Although Yuan Wenqian was calm on the surface, his big eyes, shiny and puzzled, had already betrayed him.

He heard from Grandma Wen before that Chinese cuisine has a long history, superb technology, rich varieties, numerous genres, and unique styles. It is a shortcut for the development of Chinese cooking for thousands of years. It enjoys a high reputation in the world. Today, the dishes are on the table. These dishes are as exquisite and beautiful.

Many dishes are beautifully placed on the plates, some are exquisitely carved and vivid, and some are simply the images of small animals kneaded from colorful dough.

There are many dishes on this table to please Yuan Wenqian. ,

Seeing his grandson pretend to be mature and calm, Father Xia smiled, and personally pushed Xue Lihong carved into a peacock to the little guy.

Yuan Wenqian looked up at Father Xia, Father Xia just smiled lovingly, "Taste it."

Yuan Wenqian looked at him like a living peacock, but didn't know how to start.

"So beautiful, is it really edible?"

Xia Mu was so cute as Yuan Wenqian's cautious look, she nodded, "You can eat, you can eat, if Wen Qian likes it, we can make it again!"

"Can a dragon be carved out then?"

"can."

Yuan Wenqian raised his eyebrows, and Father Xia directly picked up the chopsticks, clipped a piece of the exquisitely carved peacock tail, and handed it to Yuan Wenqian's mouth.

Yuan Wenqian hid, "I can."

Father Xia's hand stopped in the air.

Yuan Yao saw this and said, "Wen Qian..."

Yuan Wenqian looked up at her, and saw Yuan Yao's scolding and warning eyes, he opened his mouth obediently.

Father Xia quickly put the red piece of snow on the chopsticks into Yuan Wenqian's mouth, and then heard Wen Qian's crisp sound as he chewed something, looked at him expectantly and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Yuan Wenqian nodded, it was cold, sweet and crunchy, and the shiny surface was white sugar. Put it in your mouth and melt into a sweet taste. It matches well with snow red. eat.

In fact, it’s not just Yuan Wenqian, Yuan Yao also feels novel about the dishes on this table.

She has never paid attention to the appearance of food. Before, she focused on the taste. But today, she knows that she can’t eat without shame and image like before, so if she just looks at it with an attitude of appreciation, she really does. Attractive enough,

Xia Mingxiu put a small dish in front of Yuan Yao, Yuan Yao looked at him, but he said, "Golden melon custard, it tastes good, you can try it."

Yuan Yao looked down at what was in front of her. In front of her was a half golden fruit bowl. The golden custard inside was bright in color and looked delicious, Q-smooth.

Xia Mingxiu thoughtfully picked up the spoon again, dug a little at the edge, and handed it to Yuan Yao's mouth.

Yuan Yao twitched her lips and moved back. In front of his parents, how embarrassed she was...