"Okay, come with me. After listening to Ruan Ruan's request, the village chief agreed, and walked towards the village kitchen with Ruan Ruan.

Many Indians came in and out, and there were incomprehensible Indian dialects everywhere, but the fragrance smelled in Ruan Ruan's nose became more and more familiar, and the Chinese chef who cooked the dishes not only copied one dish from Ruan Ruan's recipe, but even copied other dishes as well.

It's a kitchen, but it's just a simple place made of the open air.

The person who was stir-frying with his back to them was also wearing a headscarf, and Ruan Ruan recognized her at a glance as the person who stole her recipe, strode forward and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Where did you get your recipe?" Ruan Ruangang asked, holding a spatula and looking back with some surprise, but the person who looked back had the appearance of an Indian.

"Who are you?" the man probably also sensed Ruan's inadequacy, and asked in Hindi.

Ruan Ruan was also a little stunned, but she quickly glanced at the dishes she was stir-frying in the pot, and both the method and the raw materials were indeed exactly the same as those recorded in her recipe.

The man was making a dish of boiled meat, the red oil in the pot had been cooked, and the meat on the cutting board was cut diagonally according to their usual method, and it had even been mixed into the egg whites to ensure that the meat was tender.

Ruan Ruan looked around again, and found that there was a recipe spread out not far away, which was an English cookbook, but the steps were based on his own translation.

"Where is that Chinese chef, and what's going on with this recipe?" Ruan Ruan couldn't keep calm anymore, and asked several questions, and his emotions became excited.

"The Chinese chef taught me and left, who are you?" The Indian woman with a headscarf snatched the recipe for fear that Ruan Ruan would be excited, and hurriedly snatched the recipe from her hand.

"Oh, this recipe was also left by the Chinese chef, we taught her to make a few Indian dishes, and she left us a cookbook, if you want to see it, we can lend it to you. The village chief said kindly.

Seeing that Ruan Ruan hadn't come back for a long time, Xiao Yunting also followed, and saw this scene as soon as he entered the kitchen.

He also immediately recognized that the dishes in the pot were often cooked by Ruan Ruan, and he didn't need Ruan Ruan to say anything to understand the current situation.

"Sure enough, someone copied the recipe, where did the chef who made the dishes go?" Xiao Yunting turned his head to look at the village chief and explained to him.

"This recipe is a family heirloom recipe from my fiancée, we were stolen on the first day we came to India, and the recipe was stolen, and we came to this village because we found the person who stole the recipe, and I didn't expect her to copy another copy of the recipe for you. ”

When the village chief heard this explanation, she didn't believe it at first, until she saw Ruan Ruan silently picking up a kitchen knife and chopping some chili peppers into the pot, and turning up the fire again.

The red oil boiling in the pot suddenly bubbled up, Ruan Ruan saw the opportunity, skillfully picked up the meat slices in the egg white, and put them in.

The boiled pork slices that the Indian had made in a hurry just now were so easy that she didn't even need to look at her watch, she had a timer in her heart, and when the time came, she lifted the lid and scooped up the slices of meat.

A burst of spicy incense spread, and the red appetizing hot oil wrapped the meat slices, and even Indians who like to eat curry couldn't help but put down the work in their hands and looked at Ruan Ruan.

The village chief had already guessed that she was the master of the recipe just by virtue of this taste and her proficiency in operation, and hurriedly apologized to Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting.

"I'm sorry, but we don't know what happened, but you can just ask about that, the chef. ”

With the village chief's words, Ruan Ruan pulled him and asked him about the person's appearance.

No matter how you say it, Xu Ningning is also a domestic star, with a fresh and sweet style, and her appearance is naturally not low.

"Does she have round eyes, dimples when she laughs, and she looks cute?" Ruan Ruan Ruan tried her best to compare Xu Ningning's appearance, and finally simply took out her mobile phone and searched the Internet for a photo of Xu Ningning and put it in front of the village chief.

"No, no, no, that person doesn't look like this, it's a very ordinary look. When the village chief saw the photo, he shook his head and gestured in a mixture of Hindi and English for a long time.

Although it was a little difficult for the two parties to communicate, Ruan Ruan still knew that they were probably looking for the wrong person.

But the recipe is their own, and they didn't have any enemies when they first came to India, so it can't be that someone else stole their recipe.

Just when Ruan Ruan was worried, Xia Anran's phone called.

"Xiao Ruan, have you found the recipe?" Xia Anran was also very worried about this matter, and took advantage of the filming interval to care about them.

"No, I finally found the clue and broke it. Ruan Ruan was a little frustrated.

"Xu Ningning didn't go to a small village in India, I just saw that they posted a video of eating snacks on the streets of India, positioning it as the capital of India!"

Ruan Ruan Ruan hurriedly took Xiao Yunting's mobile phone and opened the social software, and sure enough, he saw Xu Ningning's latest video.

She and Lin Junzhe were buying a coconut at the stall, and the two of them drank it separately, showing their affection to the camera by the way, Lin Junzhe was still calling on netizens to continue to pay attention to them and start a live broadcast for a while.

Just looking at the location, they were hundreds of kilometers away, and it didn't look like they had just left the village.

"You better pay attention, if you need anything, you can contact me directly to help you. Xia Anran sighed, and could only enlighten Ruan Soft like this.

Ruan Ruan responded and hung up the phone, only then did he look at Xiao Yunting and shook his head.

"It's okay, let's just keep looking. Xiao Yunting took Ruan Ruan's hand and wrapped her little hand in the palm of her hand.

"Since you are the original author of the recipe, can I ask you to let us keep this recipe?" the village chief suddenly stepped forward and asked cautiously, "The people in our village love the taste of Chinese food, you can rest assured that we will not spread it around." ”

This village chief was very friendly, and seeing that Ruan Ruan and Xiao Yunting, two strangers, also chose to entertain them, Ruan Ruan was naturally willing to pass on the recipe to them.

Not only that, but she even thoughtfully added some practical tips.

It wasn't until everything was taken care of that the two returned to the side of the road with their bags on their backs, waiting for the hitchhiker to take them back to the city.

Xiao Yunting suddenly remembered something and said to Ruan Ruan: "I think the person who stole our recipe is very likely to be Shao Yingying, Xu Ningning's goal is too big to act, so let her do bad things?"