After Duan Zechen took the noodles to the restaurant, An Ran then brought out a plate of spicy cabbage and a plate of sour radish.

These side dishes are all made by himself, Ouyang Xuan's guy has a brain pump from time to time, it is obviously a meal for two people, he often buys too many portions, and An Ran is afraid of throwing away the waste, so he simply pickles them.

In the restaurant, Uncle Zhang had already helped everyone serve chicken soup one by one.

Here in Duan Zechen, Duan Hong didn't let him be restrained, and directly beckoned him to sit down together.

This pot of soup cooked by Duan Zechen can be regarded as just right in terms of the amount!

Enron's hand-rolled dough is firm and elastic, and with a variety of condiments, the fried sauce is carefully prepared, and the taste is unforgettable.

The spicy cabbage and sour radish pickled by yourself are even more fresh and refreshing, crispy and fragrant.

After Duan Hong praised An Ran's craftsmanship, he naturally shifted his attention to the pot of black chicken and chestnut soup.

After tasting a few mouthfuls of soup seriously, he nodded and praised: "Xiao Chen, I didn't expect your soup to taste good!" I'm really impressed! ”

"......" Duan Zechen hurriedly raised his head in astonishment.

He didn't know that Enron had betrayed him and offered the pot of soup from him.

Seeing that Duan Hong and Uncle Zhang were laughing ambiguously~ ambiguously, he had to purse his lips and respond embarrassedly: "Zechen is not talented, let grandpa laugh!" ”

"Don't be so literate and pretend to be embarrassed!" An Ran rolled his eyes disdainfully, took a big sip of soup with a bowl, and praised him very face-savingly: "Your kitchen debut was quite successful!" ”

"That's right! I also think this soup tastes good! Duan Hong also nodded and praised, looked at Duan Zechen with an embarrassed face, and reminded him meaningfully: "Xiao Chen, you will be proficient if you do it a few more times in the future!" Practice makes perfect! ”

"That's it! We absolutely believe in your abilities! Xiao Chenchen, you have to come on, come on, come on! ”

When An Ran heard this, he immediately raised his fist in agreement.

Duan Zechen glanced at her smiling appearance, and answered with a cold humor: "My fuel tank is full, and if you add it, it will be flooded!" ”

In fact, he just wanted to be courteous to his little girl today and show his gentleness and thoughtfulness, after all, it was because of his forcible seizure that people fainted!

But now this old and young man cooperate closely, and there is a tendency to train him to become a full-time chef!

That's not going to work! His willingness to bury his little girl in the smoke does not mean that he is also willing to condescend to others.

As soon as Duan Zechen's self-deprecating ridicule came out, Duan Hong and Zhang Bo both laughed.

An Ran ignored his depression, and still encouraged with a bright smile: "Xiao Chenchen, cheer up!" Don't be so discouraged! For your brilliant brain, making soup isn't that hard at all! ”

After bowing his head and pulling in the wolfberry pile for a long time, he finally found a chestnut and ate it, and said with interest: "Xiao Chenchen, you are much stronger than me!" The first time I made soup, not only did I burn out the casserole, but I almost set the kitchen on fire! ”

“…… Is it that exaggerated? Duan Zechen answered casually, glancing at her with some disbelieving.

He also cooked soup for the first time today, except for those vague measure words, which made him quite depressed, he didn't seem to feel so terrifying.

An Ran raised his hand and scratched his head, gestured towards the purple sand electric stew on the table, and said with a smile: "The stew pot used in the welfare home is not as high-end as yours, it is the kind of casserole that rests on the gas stove, I was too young to understand at that time, so I put less water in the pot, and then I forgot to check it in time because I was playful!" And it turned out to be an accident! He glanced at her with some disbelief.

He also cooked soup for the first time today, except for those vague measure words, which made him quite depressed, he didn't seem to feel so terrifying.

An Ran raised his hand and scratched his head, gestured towards the purple sand electric stew on the table, and said with a smile: "The stew pot used in the welfare home is not as high-end as yours, it is the kind of casserole that rests on the gas stove, I was too young to understand at that time, so I put less water in the pot, and then I forgot to check it in time because I was playful!" And it turned out to be an accident! ”