"I'll go with you."

Su Yanchu was taken aback by this voice, his heart ached inexplicably, and he glanced sideways at Shen Muhan, who was expressionless but had already gotten up, and his heart was dark, could it be that this kid also wanted to do business here and fell in love with Miss Xia's craftsmanship, this is not good, and he justified on the spot: "She is just"

"I don't like to listen to." But before he finished speaking, he heard Shen Muhan speak impatiently, and then walked in front of him in a dignified manner and said to Uncle Biscuit to lead the way.

Su Yanchu stared at a pair of peach blossom eyes, his angry teeth itched, and he rushed out in a hurry without caring about his image

"Dad, how are you, are you still hurting?" Here, in an elegant guest room, Xia Forest couldn't resist Xia Mujin lying on the bed with a strange expression, Xia Mujin took an ice cube and was dressing his face, looking at the five finger prints on the red and swollen face, and asked distressedly.

"Jin'er, dad is fine, this little injury is nothing." Xia Linlin's eyes were a little astringent, looking at his well-behaved daughter staring at him with puffed cheeks, that look was so cute, he even forgot the pain on the spot, but laughed out loud.

"How can Dad He De have a good daughter like you, no matter how hard and tired it is, it's worth it." After laughing, it was extremely happy.

"They all say that my daughter is my father's little padded jacket, doesn't my father look like Jin'er?" Hearing this, Xia Mujian's puffed face turned soft, and he winked at Xia Forest cutely, and asked a little coquettishly.

"Hehe, of course Jin'er is Daddy's little padded jacket." Xia Forest was completely amused by her expression, and hurriedly coaxed his baby daughter.

"Hehe, it's pretty much the same, Dad, you're hungry, I've baked scallion pancakes, you can eat some to cushion your stomach first."

They ate early, Xia Forest pulled the cart all the way, and the little porridge they ate had already finished sweating, Xia Mujin saw that there was flour in the kitchen after cooking, so he thought about making some scallion pancakes for him to pad his stomach.

After all, they can't afford to eat the food in this high-end restaurant, even if the head of the house wants to invite her, she doesn't want to eat the food she wants, because she doesn't want to owe others favors.

She made this scallion pancake very carefully, first mix the noodles with warm water, then chop the fresh green onions, mince the shallots for later use, and then pour the red oil into the green onion bowl and burn it to make scallion oil, then cut the dough into small pieces and knead it flat, then roll the dough into large slices, sprinkle it with cool scallion oil and wipe it evenly, and then sprinkle the minced shallots on top, and sprinkle a little pepper salt.

Finally, cut the dough into two knives on the top, bottom, left and right, but without cutting it, fold the dough into a square shape and roll it out thinly.

Seeing that the pot is red, she brushes a layer of oil on it, puts in the dough cake after the oil is hot, turns it over after one side is formed, and then you can take it out until both sides are golden, because the dough she cut is small, so don't cut it, just the size of a palm, and you can see the chives on both sides through the golden surface.

And she did a lot of this, there were more than forty of them, and when they saw that the people in the kitchen were all hungry, they all stood at the door and did not move, so they let them all taste it, and the results were all praised.

She packed the remaining two dozen or so, ready to take some home for her family to eat.