Recalling the fragments of his childhood, Ouyang Xiangnan's mind always couldn't help but flash such a picture:

His father, who was divorced from his mother and couldn't cook, often took him to various restaurants to 'go on a safari'.

A bottle of cheap soju, with steaming hot dried silk on the dining table, this is almost the most familiar picture of Ouyang Xiangnan in his childhood.

Although Ouyang Cheng often shows his rough and irritable face, he has far more patience for his daughter.

He always took the trouble to use chopsticks to pick out the most delicate shredded meat, and gently put it into his daughter's soft little mouth that had been weaned and had just grown a few baby teeth, and then fed the soup that had been repeatedly blown cold with a spoon, that kind of warm and rich taste has always been the softest memory in Ouyang Xiangnan's heart.

But now, when this familiar taste returned to Ouyang Xiangnan's tongue and bloomed instantly, the scenes of the same year in the past reappeared in her mind again.

"Ouyang Xiangnan, what's wrong with you?" Yang Ying on the side saw that Ouyang Xiangnan's eyes were a little dull, and the chopsticks were held in the air, so she asked with concern.

"Forehead......" It was only at this time that Ouyang Xiangnan came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Yang Ying beside him, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, this dish is very good." ”

"Isn't it just boiled dried shreds, is it that good?" Yang Ying said a little unconvinced when she heard this, but she still couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and picked up a few boiled dried shreds made by Duan Yun.

"Hmm. But the moment the dried silk was entered, a bright color flashed in Yang Ying's eyes, and her small mouth quickly chewed it gently, with a look of enjoyment.

Although Yang Ying has never eaten this classic Yangzhou dish before, food is always common, and the mixture of delicious shredded chicken and tough dried shredded silk makes Yang Ying feel a little 'amazing' in terms of texture and taste.

"Hey, didn't you say you wouldn't eat the dishes I cooked, this time I can be stolen and captured!" At this time, Duan Yun, who was holding two plates of eggs and fried rice, walked out of the kitchen again, and happened to see Yang Ying 'stealing' the dishes he made, so he exposed them 'mercilessly'.

"Eating your food is to give you face!" Yang Ying retorted without showing weakness when she heard this, and then continued: "Your level is too ...... It's just so-so!"

"Huh. Seeing Duan Yun and Yang Ying arguing, Ouyang Xiangnan on the side smiled and said, "It seems that you two have a good relationship." ”

"Who has a good relationship with him? He's a big idiot!" Yang Ying said with a pouting after glancing at Duan Yun.

"Eat the food I cooked and dismantle my table, are the girls so difficult to serve now?" Duan Yun shook his head and said.

"Giggles. Ouyang Xiangnan chuckled twice, and then asked Duan Yun, "Duan Yun, let me ask, who did you learn this cooking from?"

"Recipe!" Duan Yun replied very dryly.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to tell Ouyang Xiangnan that he was a junior chef.

"Recipe!?" Ouyang Xiangnan's face was even more surprised when he heard this, only to hear her continue: "This is impossible, I see that your knife skills are very good, even in so many restaurants and restaurants in my hometown, it is definitely one of the few that can cut chicken and dried shreds so finely and evenly, and the taste of this dish is really ...... It's so authentic, a chef without more than ten years of experience shouldn't be able to make this kind of flavor......"

"Duan Yun, is he so powerful?" Yang Ying on the side couldn't help but ask in surprise when she heard this.

"Maybe I've forgotten a lot of things from my childhood, but I can never forget the taste of hometown food. Ouyang Xiangnan said lightly.

"Hehe, if you like to eat. Duan Yun said, put the two plates of Yangzhou fried rice in his hand on the table, and said, "Look at my Yangzhou fried rice?"

In fact, Duan Yun was also skeptical about whether he could really make authentic Yangzhou cuisine, after all, he was only proficient in junior cooking skills at the moment, and the ingredients in the north were also slightly different from the south in terms of taste.

"Isn't this just ordinary egg fried rice, how good is my cooking skills? Yang Ying said with disdain after seeing the Yangzhou fried rice coming up from Duan Yun.

However, when she scooped a spoonful with a spoon and put it in her mouth, her expression suddenly changed.

The golden egg wash almost completely envelops the fluffy overnight rice, and when you bite into it, it bounces slightly, and the scrambled eggs are not burned at all, and the chopped chives and ham fill the mouth.

Not only Yang Ying, but even when Ouyang Xiangnan put the Yangzhou fried rice in his mouth, his eyes lit up again.

It seems that they are worried that high-fat meals will make them fat, so most girls of this age group generally don't like greasy food, but today Duan Yun's two chicken boiled dried shreds and Yangzhou fried rice can hardly see the slightest oil flower, Yang Ying and Liu Linna naturally have no reason to refuse.

In addition, in terms of taste, although Duan Yun is far from the level of a famous chef, the taste of the meal is also very delicious, and it is the chicken sauce boiled and dried shreds, the authentic taste simply surprised Ouyang Xiangnan, so that from the moment she picked up the chopsticks, her mouth never stopped.

In the past, in order to maintain her figure, Yang Ying would often deliberately control the amount of her rice, but this time, Duan Yun's Yangzhou fried rice completely captured her taste buds, and a whole large plate of fried rice, almost in less than two or three minutes, it was almost bottomed out!

"Look at your talent, and no one is robbing you! Brother's fried rice is good, but you don't need to be so popular. Seeing Yang Ying's rice grains hanging on the corner of his mouth, Duan Yun said with a smile.

"You'll make do with this fried rice, I'm hungry, otherwise I wouldn't have eaten what you made." Although she also felt that she didn't look good, Yang Ying still refused to say the slightest compliment to Duan Yun.

"Duan Yun, your Yangzhou fried rice is so good, I don't feel the slightest bit greasy. Compared with Yang Ying, Ouyang Xiangnan's eating appearance is much more gentle, but she still 'eliminated' half a plate of fried rice, only to hear her continue: "I didn't expect you to have such good cooking skills." ”

"Generally average, third in the world. Duan Yun smiled, and then said: "You can still tell the truth objectively, unlike a certain snack who almost swallowed his tongue, and deliberately belittled the food cooked by this chef with a clear conscience." ”

"Looking for death!" Yang Ying on the side heard this, and stepped on Duan Yun under the table angrily, causing the latter to scream.

"Giggles. Seeing the mutual bickering between Duan Yun and Yang Ying, Ouyang Xiangnan pursed her lips and smiled, but then, a look of loss flashed in her clear eyes......

"Let's all come and have soup. At this time, Liu Linna also walked out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming tomato soup.