Fu Qin smiled and shook his head, the word "willful" was invented as a derogatory term, and he was comfortable at the time, but what were the consequences?

So Wen Xi was angry and unhappy, Fu Qin didn't go over to comfort him, some things will only be understood if you think about it, your son is still young, let him think about it a little more!

Dinner is a simple two dishes and one soup, Fu Qin prepared it very carefully, even if it is only a dish made of 2 points of ingredients, the score given by the system is 4 points ↑.

Carefully prepared food is more expressive of the chef's intentions, and Fu Qin recognizes many of his shortcomings from the preparation process. When I used to work in a restaurant, the oil temperature was often very high when stir-frying, and the cut vegetables would cook faster when poured in. Fu Qin chose to stir-fry slowly at night, and the dishes made were more flavorful, tasted fuller, and the aroma was firmly locked in the food itself, rather than wafting out to make the room full of fragrance.

After a bowl of rice, Fu Qin stared at Wen Xi with a smile and did not speak, Wen Xi put down his chopsticks with a red face.

"This time it's better!" Wen Xi threw out this sentence and turned around to serve the meal, he crossed into a child, and his heart actually became a child with his age, and a little thing would actually make him sulk for an afternoon, so embarrassing!

"Looks like it figured it out. Fu Qin took a bite of the rice, and sure enough, the meal with his heart tasted more fragrant.

Because of a meal and reconciliation, the mother and son washed up early after watching the two episodes, and tomorrow is a special day for both of them, and they have to recharge their energy and prepare for the war!

At half past six in the morning, Wen Xi opened his sleepy eyes amid the chirping of sparrows, and came out of the bathroom lightly to change into the clothes that Fu Qin had put next to his pillow last night. The small three-piece suit, I don't know if I bought it when Wenxi performed at Elementary School, or when I wore it, but now it seems to fit well.

Moon Hee arranges her bow tie in front of the mirror, as if returning to the moment when she got up early to go to work before the crossing, when even though Moon Hee was only the food editor-in-chief of the website, he still went to work in a suit and leather shoes every day.

"Ah, Hee-hee, are you ready by yourself? Mom hasn't prepared breakfast yet, will it be too early for you to change your clothes now?" Fu Qin came out of the bedroom in homely clothes, Hee-hee asked to be at the show at ten o'clock, and now it's only seven o'clock!

"I'll try on clothes!" Wen Xi's face turned red, he was not nervous, he was not excited!

"Oh, then mom is going to make breakfast!" Fu Qin couldn't help laughing, the child was thin-skinned, and she would definitely sulk if she laughed.

"No, Uncle Hua said that we will go to the food festival in the morning to eat, and when we go home after eating, we will sort out the program and the people from the program team will come to pick us up. Wen Xi hurriedly stopped Fu Qin, the consumption card sent by Quan Zhiwei has not been consumed once, and it will be scrapped at the end of the food festival in the afternoon, saving is a virtue, but it can't be wasted!

"Oh, oh, let's hurry up and change our clothes, and don't let them wait." Fu Qin paused, went back to the kitchen and opened the door.

The door of Uncle Hua's house is open, Uncle Hua can't walk the birds tonight, he is feeding the thrush on the balcony, Aunt Hua is squatting on the ground and polishing her shoes, it seems that both of them are ready.

"You woke up so early!" Fu Qin naturally picked up another leather shoe to wipe it, and the two squatted there chattering, waiting for Wen Xi to change his clothes, and Uncle Hua finished feeding the birds, and the leather shoes in their hands were wiped clean.

"Let's go, let's go eat something good today!" Uncle Hua led Wen Xi in front, Fu Qin and Aunt Hua followed closely behind, and the four of them walked to the place where the food festival was held after a while.

"Lao Hua, when we get up today, we can say okay, don't eat fried ones, don't eat fried ones...... Aunt Hua let the uncle open up yesterday to eat, it's already very kind, and today I still want to eat and drink a meal?

"Okay! I can recite it if you like to chatter!" Uncle Hua waved his hand like a fly, even if Aunt Hua didn't say it, he wouldn't eat those things. Wen Xi has to be a food judge at noon, so he has to eat light in the morning, otherwise it will affect his performance at noon.

The group wandered around, and finally found Lao Liu's bean curd shop!

"Hey, who is this, why did you move the store to the food festival? I thought I hadn't wiped off my eyes in the morning!" Uncle Hua laughed, took a step back and looked at the shop next to Lao Liu, and smiled unkindly.

"Then you go back and wash your face and come back!" Lao Liu rolled his eyes, who is he buried?

"Eh, I said that you are a person, you don't respect the old and love the young at all, it's too much to hit other people's children like this!" Uncle Hua snorted to the left, and Wen Xi looked at it, it was also a bean flower shop. However, it seems, it seems, is the sweet tofu brain of the south......

The name of bean curd is exclusive to northerners, and the south is called tofu brain, which is called different, and the meal is naturally different. The south likes to eat sweet, similar to Wen Xi's eating method in Lao Liu's shop, scraping and eating a layer of sugar and a layer of tofu brain; the north likes to eat salty, all kinds of marinade ingredients, of course, the sour and hot tofu brain in Sichuan Province or the tofu brain with Hu spicy soup in the north is another matter.

"Hmph, I'm just a villain! The tofu brain with such a strong beany smell is embarrassed to be served, and it tastes better than theirs even if I don't add marinade!"

Lao Liu and the boss of the tofu brain next door can be regarded as having a deep grudge, thinking that when the boss came to the capital to travel, he coincidentally ate the bean curd made by Lao Liu, and complained a few words casually, but was accidentally heard by Lao Liu.

"This old BJ bean juice is simply not eaten by people! Tofu brain is also made as a dish, and it is not elegant at all!" The owner of the tofu brain shop took a sip of the bean juice, and vomited in the next second.

Just these two sentences have been remembered by Lao Liu since then, and Lao Liu knows that the young man is opening a tofu brain shop, and after he is famous in the south, he will catch the little boss.

"You, what do people say about you!" Uncle Hua shook his head speechlessly, but still entered the store and sat down.

"Do you like to eat or not!Xiaowen, are you here?Do you want to eat sweet tofu brain or salted bean curd?" Lao Liu was too lazy to talk to Uncle Lihua, and stood at the door and pulled Wen Xi to ask.

The owner of the tofu brain shop on Wen Xi's left also looked at Wen Xi after hearing this, picked up a white porcelain bowl in his hand and began to scoop the tofu brain.

"Sweet. Wen Xi remembered the small jar of white sugar that Lao Liu took out last time, and he was a little greedy.

"The guest officer is holding it firm!" The owner of the tofu brain shop straightened his waist and shouted loudly, and a bowl of white and tender tofu brain was placed firmly in Wen Xi's hand.

"Hey, I'm talking about you!" Lao Liu crossed his hands on his hips, and his beard glared and rushed over to drive people away!

Wen Xi stared at the tofu brain in his hand without squeaking, there was a rose marinade on the white tofu brain, and the purple-red marinade was slowly soaking and dyeing, and it looked good. But Wen Xi is going to Lao Liu's bean flower shop to eat, isn't the owner of the tofu brain shop framing people? With this bowl of sweet tofu brain, can Lao Liu let him in?