France, at this time the fog is thick and the rain is light.

The black car stopped at the manor, and down came two men in suits. No one greeted or said hello, because Wan Qian had always disliked it, and he only brought a small maple with him.

Walking up the steps, Wan Qian took the umbrella and gave it to Xiao Feng to take a few more looks. This umbrella, in addition to sheltering him from the rain, also asked for a business card for him.

On this trip, Wan Qian only brought an umbrella, and Xiao Feng was packing up the rest of his luggage.

"The big boss won't be back in two hours, what are we going to do now?"

"What about the things I asked people to buy?"

"In the kitchen!"

"Okay, you're busy, you don't need to follow me!"

As soon as Wan Qian arrived, he dealt with the important matter, and at the same time asked people to buy a pig. These places do not sell offal, and the quality is not guaranteed by taking it alone, so it is a wise choice to use pork liver and large intestine to cook, so it is a wise choice to buy a whole pig.

Most of the people here are from China, and they are quite skilled in handling these. What Wan saw was the washed large intestine and the bright red pork liver, which were too fresh and retained their original taste.

To be honest, it's a little hard to accept.

"Did she really like these two ingredients?"

The desire to know is strange and compels people to do it.

Li Nanzi has never eaten offal, but that day she really ate two dishes in an ordinary restaurant, what does this prove?

Maybe she likes it, maybe the ingredients are special, then it's worth doing, this is Wan Qi's thoughts.

Before the operation, Wan Qian has seen a lot of relevant introductions, videos, and tutorials, and roughly knows the key points and details of the processing.

As for how to put it into practice, he has never imitated others. He will try new things in different ways, and there will always be one that is suitable and delicious, perhaps the selection in this way is more novel and more perfect.

Rinse it again, turn over the fat intestine, cut off the white grease and mesangium on the inner layer, and the rich fishy smell is not suitable for so much.

The next step, some are marinated, some are fried, and some are fried directly, and there is a kind of hanging up to dry or burn the wax in Beiqin.

Dry stir-frying, dry pot, to put two dishes, stir-fry out the grease to make it brown and crisp; hot, iron plate, need high heat and high temperature, chili pepper is also very important; spicy, sauerkraut are two flavors, there are high requirements for the ingredients of the side dishes.

At first, it smelled uncomfortable, but then it became more and more interesting, and Wan Qian was looking forward to this attempt.

A pig's intestine is not enough to make too many attempts, so Wan Qian finally chose dry sausage and spicy sausage. The smell of the kitchen spread far and wide, and as soon as I got home, I was attracted to it.

The taste of fat intestines is the most familiar to Wan Qiyuan.

"This is for me?"

The first question stumped Wan Qi's stump.

The smoke from the kitchen is transmitted to the window, which can also be captured by Wan Qiyuan? You know, Wan Qiyan closed the door inside and outside the kitchen, and let people guard it, he has always disliked people to disturb him.

The point is that Wan Qian didn't praise this dish for his father, and he didn't know his father's preferences.

Underestimating the nose of a gourmet, Wan Qiyuan can distinguish it outside the door, and as soon as he enters the door, he goes straight to the kitchen, who can stop him?

"Do you like it?"

"I don't like it the most, but I can say I like it very much!" Wan Qiyuan smiled and looked at the plate of dry and fat sausages. "Yes, the color and flavor are complete, and it must not be far from the taste of my hometown. You're welcome?"

Wan Qiyuan was expressionless, continued to flip the spicy fat sausages in the wok, and let Wan Qiyuan bring the plate to the restaurant. The dry sausage was not bad, he had already tasted it.

Spicy fat sausage, naturally it should be numb and spicy, Wan Qian tried a piece and added a lot of ingredients, and the taste was enough to serve it.

Wan Qiyuan still likes this plate work very much, but there is no trace of joy on his face, and he brings it to Wan Qiyuan in a dull manner. Putting down the plate, he turned around and left, and Wan Qiyuan got used to it.

The relationship between father and son has always been very light, no one is anxious, no one is gentle, just like cooperating with him. The relationship can't be overturned, but it's not close.

"It tastes really good!"

"Got it!"

Back in the room, Wan Qian stood in front of the window and pondered, he now finally knew why he cared so much about Li Nanzi. It turns out that a good diner and the person to share with is so important.

Wan Qiyuan understands food and his ability is never inferior to Li Nanzi, but he is not Wan Qian's ideal diner, and he doesn't even have the heart to cook for him, so how can he be happy?

After not smiling for so many years, he has facial paralysis alive, which may not be blamed for Wan Qi's ridicule. It is only natural that his family environment and education, as well as his experiences and state of mind over the years, have made him a dull and silent person.

However, why did God let him meet Li Nanzi at this age?

"Kaede-chan?"

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"You check Arashikiju!"

"Yes!"

After a while, Xiao Feng knocked on the door and came in, handing Wan Qian a tablet.

"Miss Li didn't go out today, in fact, she hasn't been out since she got home yesterday. In the process, she didn't order takeout, didn't receive visitors, and didn't take her pet out to ......"

Wan Qian nodded in disgust, feeling a little strange in his heart. This Li Nanzi looks so sunny and free, how can she be a dull otaku girl than him?

Being alone and not going out for a long time can always make people feel lonely.

"Does she have a kitchen stove at home?"

According to the landlord and her neighbors, the unit has a kitchen, but she basically doesn't cook. ”

"And what does she eat at home?"

Xiao Feng smiled without saying a word, and there was a hint of gossip joy when he looked at Wan Qi who was out of his mind. After following the boss for so many years, Xiao Feng rarely saw who he cared about.

"Call Chef Lin and ask him to make a signature feature and let the most well-behaved and simple little girl in the store send it!"

"This ...... Okay, okay......" Xiao Feng held back his doubts, didn't disturb the boss's good mood, and went out to call and ask.

As for whether Chef Lin doesn't go to work today, and whether there is such a little girl in the store, this is all left to Xiao Feng to find out, and he knows what Wan Qian means by this.

Chef Lin is the head chef of Huo Du's restaurant, he is a native of Northern Qin, and the taste he makes is all happy with the people of Northern Qin. There is a young waitress in Huo Du's restaurant, and if you pick someone who feels the least guarded to deliver it, Li Nanzi will sign for it with confidence.

"Is that okay?"

"The boss's orders, why can't you?"

"Then please Chef Lin, I'll send you the address. Please ask her to go to the security room and call Miss Li, don't be abrupt!"

"No problem!"

The phone call in the security room, Li Nanzi was very confused, how could someone deliver food?

Li Nanzi wanted to come down to pick it up, and the security guard said that he could take it up, and opened a few doors for the little girl, and he went to open it himself. However, Li Nanzi did not know.

When I opened the door, I saw that this was dressed, this was packaged, this ... This......

"Excuse me, who ordered this?"