Around the lit bonfire, a smell of burnt paste came through.

The best red-skinned onions, the best red-hearted eggs, and all kinds of good spices are presented, but they are a messy black charcoal-like object that can't bear to look at directly......

Su Ruotong has never eaten this kind of thing in her life - it can be said responsibly that she has never even seen it.

Wu's mother's cooking is not very delicious, but it is also the category of home-cooked food, and people who don't have a good mouth have three full meals, and there is no problem at all.

The level of this dish in front of her, Wu Ma doesn't know where it is higher.

Su Ruotong raised her eyes to see that after serving the food, she quickly left everyone, squatted next to the stinky ditch-like swamp, and turned her back to the figure of Tao Xian, who was playing with mud with her back, and finally understood why she had known each other for so long, and Tao Xian had never cooked a single meal.

His cooking skills, Su Ruotong gave a negative score. If you don't score zero, you are afraid that he will be proud.

Tao Yide didn't feel any shame at all because of the dish presented by his grandson, but he said to Wu Hexiang happily: "Old Wu, let's taste a few bites, when did you last eat the shallots and smooth eggs made by Envy?"

"Twelve years ago. Wu Hexiang sighed: "I can't imagine that after so many years, your family envies the level of cooking, which is still the same as back then." ”

Su Ruotong calculated according to Tao Xian's age, twelve years ago, Tao Xian was only ten ** years old, which was about the same as when she and Tao Xian first met. If she hadn't replaced the original body, the cooking skills of the original body would be similar to Tao Xian.

Tao Xian, who was squatting by the river, could hear the sound here, his body shrunk, and he couldn't wait to jump into the swamp, blaming this group of bad old men, disrespecting the old man, oppressing people with power, and forcing him to cook, now he was all exposed in front of Tongtong, woo woo woo, people don't want to live.

Su Ruotong looked at Tao Xian's back, but there was a little tenderness in her eyes.

It doesn't matter, it's enough for her to be able to cook, Tao Xian is responsible for being beautiful like a flower, and she is responsible for cooking to support her family.

Su Ruotong thought of doing it, stood up, and said, "I'll cook a few home-cooked dishes, and everyone will go home early after eating." ”

"Good!" several old men and old ladies replied with a bang.

Especially Grandma Wu and Grandma Gu, they laughed happily: "I always listen to the old man in the family praise Miss Su for how delicious it is, and now we will have a good mouth." ”

It's summer now, Su Ruotong is wearing short sleeves, she doesn't even need to roll her sleeves, she washes her hands with pure water, walks to the stove, and looks at the ingredients and seasonings first.

The old man and the old lady really prepared the picnic, and the ingredients and seasonings they brought were very rich, and the tools included a small grill and even an alcohol spray gun.

Su Ruotong had a bottom in her heart.

She picked up the kitchen knife and felt it, nodded with satisfaction, not sinking or light, the blade is designed to be streamlined, the blade is not particularly sharp, but it is unexpectedly good, whether it is the feel or the touch with the cutting board when chopping vegetables, she is very satisfied.

The stew pans, woks, and small frying pans on the ground are all uncoated German imported pots and pans made of pure iron, and Su Ruotong's set at home is a different series of the same brand, which looks kind.

Seeing Su Ruotong skillfully take out all kinds of ingredients from the box where the dishes were put and start working skillfully, Wu Hexiang's eyes became even more eager!

His Wu family is also a family of cooks, and to be able to marry such a granddaughter-in-law is simply that the ancestors burned high incense. His little grandson doesn't like cooking very much, and he learned what hotel management, isn't this just the same as Miss Su's inside and outside, and he is not tired of working.

The more he looked at Su Ruotong, the more satisfied Wu Hexiang became, and he was even fantasizing about Su Ruotong's wedding with his little grandson.

Over there, it only took three or five minutes for Su Ruotong's first course to come up.

Or a shallot and a smooth egg.

But the shallot egg made by Su Ruotong is completely different from the one Tao Xian served just now.

The onion cut into circles is inlaid with a layer of golden tender raw eggs, which are arranged on the plate in a staggered manner, from large to small, and the center of the eggs is slightly red, which is an extra diced ham to enhance the freshness of the shallots and eggs. On the top layer, two green vanilla leaves dot the top.

The fragrant onion with a hint of wild spiciness, the enchanting aroma of ham and eggs when heated.

Golden eggs, purple skin, snow-white onions, shrouded red ham, and green coriander leaves bring this dish to life.

Just seeing its shape and smelling its aroma, several old people couldn't help but shout.

It's really good!

Even if you take it out to a five-star hotel outside, there is no shame.

See, the whole slippery egg is a tender yellow, and I can't see any other colors, ask myself, even if they have taught the apprentices for half their lives, some of them are forty-seven or eighteen, when they make the slippery egg, there will still be some parts on the egg that are made of different shades of color. Just this hand to control the heat of the kung fu, you have to the thumb.

Su Ruotong brought this round onion and smooth egg, but she was not in a hurry to make a second course, but walked to Tao Xian's side and patted Tao Xian's shoulder comfortingly: "Brother Tao Xian, you can also go eat something." ”

Tao Xian didn't eat much at noon, the salty sandwich cookies she was going to give to her family were taken by Su Changqing to return the gift, Tao Xian only tasted two bites of the dim sum sent by Liu Yehua, Su Ruotong was afraid that he would be hungry.

Tao Xian kept his head and didn't dare to look at Su Ruotong, but the roots of his ears were red to the ground.

He never dared to expose his cooking skills in front of Su Ruotong, and every time Su Ruotong talked about letting him cook, or something like that, he always interrupted. At first, he also thought about confessing, but he didn't dare to do it more and more.

In Tongtong's eyes, he probably has no advantages, and every time he exposes one more shortcoming, the more disadvantageous it becomes.

He doesn't repair household appliances like other men at all, and even if he changes a light bulb at home, he has to call workers.

He is not good at housework, and all the housework in the house is done by the housekeeper.

His family is not harmonious, and his parents are like passers-by with him.

The only thing that is good in this aspect of life is that the clothes are very tasteful, and the appearance of being very good at food.

Now, it seems that this aspect of knowing a lot about food has also been punctured. Could it be that the only way for him to please Tongtong in the future is to buy her all kinds of beautiful clothes? No, because he has already discovered that Su Ruotong doesn't like to dress up.

Su Ruotong looked at Tao Xian like this, of course she knew what he was thinking, and said softly: "Brother Tao Xian, otherwise, you can help me cook." I just heard Grandpa Wu say that you have collected a lot of recipes. ”

Tao Xian heard this, and drew circles for a while. Wu Hexiang, this old thing, can't you say something good?

When he was about to enter the circle of cooking shows, he also made up his mind to cook well, consulted many famous experts, and vigorously collected all kinds of very good recipes, and even people's secret books.

Obviously, you can rely on this tongue to taste all the delicious foods in the world, where are they good and where they are bad, but when you make it yourself, why is it so miserable.

Su Ruotong is understandable.

Talent is very important when it comes to cooking. The heat is mostly small, the interval between each stir-fry and the intensity, and even the shaking of the hand when putting the seasoning, different chefs are different. Especially the higher you go, the more important the talent, and that subtle feeling is something that those who don't have talent can never feel.

"We can cooperate, you tell me the recipe you think is good, I'll make it, okay?" Su Ruotong said encouragingly to Tao Xian, whose ears were getting redder and redder on the ground.

It took a long time for Tao Xian to raise his head, looking at Su Ruotong with watery eyes, like a little milk dog: "Really?"

"Really!"

"Well, I remember a couple of great recipes. Tao Xian glanced at Wu Hexiang's side.

Wu Hexiang was smiling and talking to someone. The recipes for the dishes that Tao Xian wanted Su Ruotong to cook were still the secret recipes of the Wu family that Wu Hexiang told him. This old man is bad, after knowing that his talent in cooking is a mess, he pretended to tell him these recipes, and he didn't think he could make it anyway.

He didn't believe it, he couldn't do it with this little black hand, could Su Ruotong still do it?

"I'll look at the material. Tao Xian rubbed his fiery face, counted things with a straight face, and found that he could just cook a few dishes in the recipe that Wu Hexiang gave him, and he couldn't help but feel good: "Then let's make a drunk cut first!"

A whole chicken that had been cooked was lifted from the ingredient box by Tao Xian, and a standard evil smile hung on his face.

Look at Wu Hexiang, this old thing, don't you have to be proud today.

Su Ruotong listened to Tao Xian's recitation of the recipe.

The name of this drunken cut chicken sounds very ordinary, but in fact, there are a lot of doorways, there are more than 20 kinds of ingredients alone, and the production procedure is very complicated, if you really finish all the steps according to Tao Xian, plus the early pickling, it is estimated that it will take more than a day.

But Su Ruotong listened to all the steps, but nodded clearly, she already knew what the final taste of this dish was to show, and she could find an alternative way, in a short time, it was quickly made, and the taste was not inferior to the original method at all.

"Okay!" Su Ruotong nodded to Tao Xian: "It's okay right away, wait for me!"

"It's okay, you can do it slowly. Tao Xian made up his mind and said to Su Ruotong. Anyway, those old men are not in a hurry, what is he anxious about.

Su Ruotong picked up the kitchen knife and began to cook the chicken, and on the stove next to her, she put a steamer and boiled hot water.

"I'm going to wash my hands and pick up garlic for you. "This dish is to use minced garlic, this little thing, Tao Xian thinks he can do it well.

Tao Xian picked the garlic, very carefully and very slowly, and after he finished picking up a head of garlic, he raised his head, Su Ruotong had already put the chicken on the steaming rack.

The boiling hot water emitted thick white smoke, and the chicken that was cut into pieces at first glance still looked like a whole chicken, but if you look closely, you will find that the chicken has been cut into small pieces, only temporarily put together, and in the gap, you can vaguely see a line of seasoning color smeared on the partition.

Tao Xian was stunned, Su Ruotong's speed was a bit fast.

Three minutes later, a strong aroma wafted out of the pot, with the aroma of wine, with the aroma of fruit, with the aroma of meat, and with a hint of fat, and it went straight to the nose.

Wu Hexiang, who was happily swinging with someone in the dragon gate formation, turned his head sharply and looked straight at the side of the pot!

Hell, could this taste be their family's ancestral dish - drunken cut chicken?