The commendation conference started at nine o'clock and ended at half past ten, seeing that everyone was busy, Fang Huai packed up his emotions and threw away the awards and flowers.

Now his whole heart is extremely complicated, it's okay to invite yourself to eat outside, why go to the house, and Han Dong is still the director of the provincial department, this won't make people gossip?

Finally, Fang Huai really didn't expect that Han Bing would be Han Dong's daughter, no wonder he dared to say that sentence when he came on stage, thinking of what he said, hey, it's really a bit unfounded.

After all, the new district has only been built for a few years, and there is no too large supermarket. Half an hour later, Fang Huai got off at the door of Wal-Mart, glanced at the time, it was already past eleven o'clock, so he found a dumpling restaurant and sat in.

Now he has no clue, Han Dong is the leader of the province's public security system, and he is also in the forefront of the province, this ordinary thing will definitely not be delivered, but if you want to send expensive ones, it will not be suitable, after all, this official is different from ordinary people.

Eating the dumplings one bite at a time, Fang Huai gradually stretched out, this dumpling is good, especially the soup, it tastes very fresh, and it is completely different from the ordinary bone broth.

"Boss, ten more dumplings and a bowl of soup."

"Okay, I'll be right here."

Waiting for the boss to bring the dumplings and soup, Fang Huai took a sip and praised: "Boss, your soup is good, your body is warm and comfortable when you drink it." ”

The boss smiled proudly: "The young man has a good taste, this soup is handed down by our ancestors, tell you, the rolling noodles in the north, plus my special broth, it is absolutely a must, and my meat has also been marinated with seasonings, how about it, it's good." ”

"Yes, it's really good, but it's a pity that I'm just passing by, or I'm not allowed to come to your place every day to drink soup." Fang Huai drank the soup in one gulp, added another bowl, and stretched out his thumb.

"Hehe, I'll come when I have time later." The boss put down the soup bowl with a smile and went to the other customers.

Fang Huai also smiled, ate a dumpling, picked up the soup and took a sip.

Suddenly, his hand holding the bowl stopped in mid-air, and suddenly a lightning bolt flashed through his mind, and he knew what to give.

I hurriedly found an Internet café, opened a private room, locked the door, didn't turn on the computer, and just fell asleep on the table.

Walking into the castle and glancing at the scale on the wall, anger was still fifty, while greed had reached seventy.

Walked briskly into the miscellaneous room.

Summoning, food therapy everyone - Xia Hui.

That's right, he thought that the gift he gave was cooking, and when he drank the soup, he felt that he had thought of something, and finally thought about it for a long time, and two words flashed in his mind, diet therapy.

For people, nothing is more important than the health of the body, and in recent years, the saying of dietary therapy has been popularized in various places, why many powerful people now love to eat some private dishes, is because two-thirds of many private restaurants are health recipes.

Nowadays, people have paid more and more attention to this piece, so Fang Huai decided on this peculiar gift.

Xia Hui was an unknown chef during the Qianlong period, but he was famous in their small county.

Xia Hui's ancestor was the imperial chef of Kangxi, and it is said that he cooked more than 20 dishes at the Manchu and Han Dynasty banquets alone, but he was later framed, and returned to his hometown in a fit of anger and passed on this cooking skill.

But he didn't expect that his grandson, Xia Hui, would go farther than him on the road of cooking.

Since childhood, Xia Hui has loved to eat, and after inheriting the cooking skills of the older generation, he traveled all over the world, and finally brought together the theories and experiences of the past generations of diet therapy, and created a school of his own - Xia's diet therapy.

However, due to what happened to his grandfather, he only opened a restaurant in the county town, and anyway, the place where he was located was relatively remote, and he was not afraid of anything.

The golden light flashed, and a strong man appeared in front of him, looking at that figure, Fang Huai was sure that this was definitely eaten.

The scene changes, and an ancient kitchen appears in front of it, surrounded by a large number of burlap bags, and on the cutting board are all kinds of glittering knives and different meats.

Two hours of time, Fang Huai spent in a variety of understandings, according to Xia Hui, the most important thing in dietary therapy is the understanding of ingredients and medicinal materials, only by mastering and writing their characteristics, can they be better matched and innovated.

Of course, some dishes and basic knife skills naturally did not forget to teach Fang Huai.

Similarly, for the dinner in the afternoon, after paying another ten scales, a jade skin soup and a secret wolfberry stewed chicken are freshly baked.

Two hours flew by, leaving the Internet café and running between the vegetable market and the Chinese medicine store, it took more than an hour to buy all the things I needed.

The big bags and small bags were thrown into the space, and when they saw that the time was still early, they did not charter a car, but took a rural transport van back to Gongcheng New District.

At half past five in the afternoon, Han Bing knocked on the door of the dormitory, and as soon as the door opened, he was immediately shocked, all kinds of dishes and medicinal herbs were piled up on the ground, this is the rhythm of opening a restaurant?

Fang Huai picked up the bags one by one and said with a smile: "This is the first time I have come to the door, and I don't know what gifts to buy, so I thought about making a few dishes for you to taste."

I've seen gift-givers, but it's really the first time Han Bing has seen such a special gift: "You are very good at cooking?"

Fang Huai smiled: "It's okay, you can taste it later."

Han Bing nodded, there is no problem with you asking her to hold a gun, and it is okay to hold a knife, but if you want her to hold a kitchen knife, it will really embarrass her.

Thinking that his mother still had to go grocery shopping, he hurriedly took out the phone, and after a while, the phone was connected: "Mom, you don't need to go grocery shopping."

At this time, Meng Ruyun just walked out of the door of the unit, and was stunned when he received the call: "Didn't you say that you eat at home, why has it changed again?"

Han Bing glanced at the things in Fang Huai's hand, "It's still eating at home, but someone has already bought the food, you will know when you come back."

Meng Ruyun heard the beep on the phone, and was confused for a while, buying vegetables, could it be Han Dong, to say that Han Dong is not bad at cooking, thinking of this, he walked directly towards home.

More than ten minutes later, as soon as I arrived downstairs, I met Han Dong, who came back from work, and saw that he was empty-handed, and wondered: "Didn't you say that you buy vegetables, what about vegetables?"

"I buy groceries, who said that? I just finished a meeting, how can I have time to buy it? ”

"Bingbing said that someone bought good food, I thought it was you."

What's going on, the two of them are now completely confused by the monks of Zhang's second brother.

Han Dong's home is in the innermost, Building A 701, and this house number also shows his identity.

Walking to the door, as soon as Han Dong opened the door, a fragrance came to his face.

Is this a chef?

After changing his boots and walking into the living room, he saw Han Bing sitting bored on the sofa, looking at the kitchen from time to time, and a khaki casual jacket hanging on the hanger in the aisle.

This does not invite guests, invites chefs, what is going on, Han Dongke still remembers that at the commendation meeting in the morning, Fang Huai was wearing a navy blue suit.

Putting the bag on the table, the police uniform was dragged and hung on the hanger, and the tie was loosened, Han Dong frowned and looked at Han Bing puzzled.

"Bingbing, which one are you playing, Fang Huai?"