The guests are brought by the red leaves, and they are all members of the Zhou family, no matter how they think about it, they have nothing to do with the red leaves and Chongyang. With the methods of the Zhou family, the two of them will definitely not be able to escape if something goes wrong, Shen Niang calling someone is not considered betraying her teammates, if she can, Shen Niang doesn't mind taking the fault on herself, but she knows that Chongyang must have her intentions when she does this.

Shen Niang shouted a few times, Hongye came out with the freshly fried vegetables, and Chongyang sorted out his sleeves and followed behind.

Shen Cheng also came back from the academy for lunch at this time, and before he entered the door, he saw someone blocking his shop, and ran over in three steps and two steps.

"What's wrong? They ......, "I thought it was a little gangster who jumped over the wall in a hurry and couldn't go down, so he didn't hesitate to violate the rules on the street and wanted to come directly to smash the store, and when he saw Zhou Ningnan at the door, Shen Cheng looked at Shen Niang in surprise."

Shen Niang couldn't explain it, and looked at Chongyang.

Shen Niang looked at Chongyang, Shen Cheng followed her gaze and also looked at Chongyang. As a result, everyone present looked at Chongyang.

Chongyang didn't squint, walked directly past Zhou Ningnan, passed past everyone, and walked towards the gate.

Momiji smiled and said, "Is my brother coming to eat?" You didn't say this morning whether my food was good or not. ”

Chongyang didn't go far, she went out and sat directly on the stone stairs at the door. Hearing Hongye speak, Zhou Ningnan took his eyes off Chongyang.

looked at Momiji and said, "What do you cook?" ”

"yes, is the food I cook delicious?" Momiji smiles.

Next is the home of the red leaves, the cooking skills of the red leaves are taught by Chongyang, and the level of the red leaves is quite confident in Chongyang. As for the morning dish, it was made by Chongyang, and the first dish Zhou Ningnan tasted was called mediocrity, and she couldn't make the essence of 'mediocrity' at the level of red leaves.

Whoever says mediocrity will be forgotten, and whoever says mediocrity is not a feature. No matter how beautiful a beauty is, can she be more beautiful than her first love when she was young, and she can be more beautiful than the wife of the dregs at home, but the wife of the dregs of the chaff, the initial ignorance, can Yunyan be compared to the outside of the body? The meaning is different, it is a kind of nostalgia, it is a familiar taste.

And Chongyang's 'mediocrity' is a kind of poison, no matter how ordinary a few ingredients are mixed and matched, plus the heat, it becomes poison, a kind of poison that can only be diluted in the mouth by drinking the medicinal tea she brewed. When the poison cannot be solved, the poisoned person will always be nostalgic for the mediocrity, and no matter how good the taste is, it will not be able to enter the heart.

With Zhou Ningnan's temperament and the sharpness of his golden tongue, this poison is the most deadly.

Red Leaf Chef, Shen Cheng started his hand, Zhou Ningnan followed to the kitchen to see that Red Leaves needed to be tall to be in charge of the kitchen, but his thin arms could wield a big spoon, and sometimes he could even turn over the pot and stir-fry the dishes in the pot evenly, so he couldn't help but be amazed.

Shen Niang and Shen Cheng saw red leaf stir-fry for the first time, Shen Niang thought that only Chongyang was a good player, but this eight-year-old girl actually had such a skillful technique, she started stir-frying from her mother's womb, right? And it's too much strength!

The thoughts of everyone in the house, Chongyang had no intention of caring, and she looked at the snow outside the house and took out the bun from her arms. She had been busy for most of the day, and she hadn't eaten her own lunch.

A shadow covered Chongyang, Chongyang looked up, and a tall beggar was drooling as she looked straight at her bun.

A beggar is strong, with intact limbs, a strong physique, not even too dirty, and such a person may find a job to support himself wherever he goes, but he becomes a beggar. He holds a broken bowl in his hand, his clothes are not wrapped, his refined upper body is exposed, he does not wear shoes, and he dares to shake around like this in winter, he can be regarded as a fierce man, and he has a sense of oppression.

"Do you want to eat?" Chongyang swallowed his saliva, so as not to be robbed, and handed out the bun in his hand first.

The beggar snatched it, sat down on the ground and began to gobble it up.

"Jiangzhou is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, even a beggar is so strong." Chongyang, who almost thought he was going to be robbed, sighed.

The beggar's mouth was very big, Chongyang could eat the buns for half a day and gave him a bite, hearing Chongyang's whisper, the beggar bit the bun and turned sideways and said, "I am from the beggar gang." ”

Chongyang snorted: "I can see it." ”

"Do you still have buns? Delicious. It's the best bun I've ever tasted. The beggar said.

"Also, I'll get it for you."

As soon as Chongyang stood up, a group of people came in a hurry, very familiar, it was those gangsters who had been looking for trouble with Hailou.

Chongyang got out of the way and let them go in first.

The beggar's mouth was full, and he said inarticulately, "Do you want me to help?" ”

"No, you don't."

The gangsters entered the door, sat down directly around the table, and ordered food with their throats in their voices, with a very arrogant attitude.

Chongyang ignored the gangsters who were looking for fault and went straight into the kitchen.

Zhou Ningnan's gaze followed Chongyang as she appeared, until she stepped out of his sight.

There are a few dishes on the table, all of which have already been moved, and the red leaves are moving very quickly, and a few dishes are out of the pot at this time, so let Zhou Ningnan use them first. Before this, Zhou Ningnan had already cleared his mouth with medicinal tea, and he could taste the dishes well.

Mediocrity is mediocrity after all, it can't give people a stunning feeling, it's feasible to lure people over, and then it's up to the means of autumn leaves.

The kitchen was in full swing, Hongye was sweating on his face, and when he saw Chongyang coming in, he cried and said with a sad face: "Mother is really not interesting, how can you leave all the tiring work to me." ”

Chongyang was holding the buns, and he didn't use oiled paper, he directly poured a basket of buns on the skirt, and carried the buns with the skirt, poured a cage that was not enough, and opened the second layer and continued to pour.

"I entertained the guests you brought, and the guests I invited were naturally entertained by you, not to mention that my hand was injured and I couldn't be too tired."

"You just make excuses, lazy is lazy, hey, feed mother, what are you doing with such buns, go feed the dogs, hey, mother, leave me some, I haven't eaten the buns you made for a long time, mother!"

With the red leaves calling behind him, Chongyang flicked his sleeves and walked without nostalgia.

"You wait." Zhou Ningnan finally stopped Chongyang who was passing by.

Momiji said that her cooking skills were taught by her mother, and Momiji said that her mother's cooking skills were better than hers, and that there were some dishes that only her mother could make, and she was not at home yet.

So Zhou Ningnan was very curious, and he was also a little expectant, looking forward to the girl in front of him really being able to make something more delicious than the table.

Zhou Ningnan looked at Chongyang's hand hanging in front of him, that hand was injured and he couldn't turn over the iron pot, and the uneven heating of the ingredients would affect the taste, Zhou Ningnan didn't put forward the idea of letting her cook.

"What are you holding?" Seeing Chongyang holding something, he changed the topic.

"Buns, do you want to eat them?" Chongyang directly took out the bun and handed it out.

A glance from the master came, and the knowing little guy hurriedly took the empty plate and went over to pick it up.

One, two, three, four, when Chongyang was about to put the fifth, Zhou Ningnan said: "Enough." ”

Chongyang took back the fifth bun and took a leave.

Obviously Chongyang cooked for the doorman, obviously she did it, even if her left arm was injured, she could still make a meal that was better than red leaves, but she didn't cook it for Zhou Ningnan, didn't she want Zhou Ningnan to eat the dishes she made herself?

Yes and no.

Yes, it's because as the main card, how can you make a move easily, and you can deal with Zhou Ningnan by releasing red leaves, so you don't need her to make a move. Leave some thoughts and suspense for Zhou Ningnan, which can highlight her worth and indirectly raise the value of Wanghailou.

No, it's because of a hand injury, although the impact is not big, but it still affects, and the home-cooked food can be neat, but the high-tech content is not good. In the face of Zhou Ningnan, she didn't make a move, and she had to make something of the highest level when she made a move. This is her insistence, and it is also a tribute to Zhou Ningnan's tongue.