Meng Wei really thought about it after hearing this, and then clapped her hands together: "There is!" Really, do you know what is best for dinner in the summer? ”

"What to eat? Cool skin? Or drink porridge? ”

"Wrong! Of course, the best thing to eat is fried chicken and cold milk tea! ”

"What is milk tea?"

Although Zhen'er has never seen any fried chicken, it is still okay to take it literally, fried chicken should be fried in an oil pot, even if in her impression that most of the chicken is used for stewing soup or braised and stir-fried, but because she has become Meng Wei's 'fan', she has no doubts about what Meng Wei said.

It's just that this fried chicken is easy to understand, but she can't understand the milk tea, she has also drunk milk, and she has also drunk tea, could it be that this milk tea is a combination of the two?

I have to tell the truth, wasn't this milk tea originally made with tea as the base?

When it comes to milk tea, Meng Wei will also make it, but only some flavors that she has drunk.

If you want to say that you have done the most, it is silk stockings milk tea and matcha flavors, it just so happens that most people in ancient times like to drink tea, Meng Wei thought about it and made matcha-flavored milk tea and Buda milk tea.

These two milk teas Meng Wei did not add any fruit or 'pearls' to it, but the most primitive and purest taste, and used a palm-sized small bowl, the bottom of the bowl is small, and the bowl mouth is large, similar to a British-style cup, but the outside is not painted with gold patterns, but a somewhat graceful blooming lotus flower, Tingting seems to be dancing with the wind, which looks quite ancient and elegant.

Because of the feeling of this cup, Meng Wei was stunned to find a small plate to put underneath, and put a small spoon on the side, so that it was matched.

Aunt Lin sniffed closely, her eyes were full of novelty: "Xiaowei, don't say it, this smell is so good, there are some indescribable feelings, but it is very fragrant, anyway, it is the kind of feeling that I feel like I want to drink it when I smell it." ”

The milk tea that had just been brewed was hot, and for this reason, Meng Wei also asked them to add a few ice cubes the size of fingernails to it.

After about a few tens of seconds, he took the lead in picking up the cup, stirred it with a small spoon, closed his eyes and took a sip, and when he opened it again, his eyes were full of joy: "That's the taste, you can taste it, if you think it's good, let's make a few more and send it to the masters." ”

Ye Zichuan was discussing the situation in the DPRK with the Four Emperors, Zichu Jingfeng and his father, when he heard the little guy outside the door say that something had been sent from the kitchen, he happened to have a dry mouth, and he subconsciously felt that Meng Wei had sent it.

After all, these days of cognition made him feel that Meng Wei was a caring person, sometimes he didn't feel hot or greasy, so Meng Wei thoughtfully changed the dishes, so that he couldn't get tired of eating every time.

Ye Zichuan glanced at Xiao Yuanzi to get it, and after a while, he saw Xiao Yuanzi with a cold face, holding a food box in one hand, followed by two little maids, and the little maid was holding a tray in her hand, one of them was holding a maroon milk tea, and the other little maid was holding a green milk tea.

Naturally, Ye Zichuan doesn't know what milk tea is yet.

Because the little maid came, the person who was analyzing had to stop, and then he felt that he had already spoken dryly.

Chu Jingfeng looked at the milk tea with two eyes and looked at Ye Zichuan with surprise: "Zichuan, what kind of juice is this?" What does it taste like? ”

Chu Jingfeng thought about it and felt that he had never heard of this color juice, so he could only ask Ye Zichuan, a person who often drank it.

It's just a pity that Ye Zichuan is also sure that he hasn't drunk these two things, but in the face of Chu Jingfeng's envious gaze, he won't be stupid to admit it.

Therefore, Ye Zichuan raised his eyebrows, and pretended to be deep with a smile: "Don't you know when you drink it?" ”

The two little maids put two cups of milk tea in front of each of them, and then took the food box in Xiao Yuanzi's hand and opened it, and put the four plates inside in front of the four people.

Chu Jingfeng, who was already surprised, saw the fried yellowish food on the plate, smelled the faint aroma, and couldn't care about his identity, so he asked shamelessly again: "What is here?" ”

He didn't want to touch the nail in front of Ye Zichuan, so he turned around and looked at the two little maids.

Although the two little maids were about the same age as Meng Wei, they had not been in the mansion for a long time, and they used to hurriedly put down their meals and retreat far away, or report a name, neither the Protector Marquis nor Ye Zichuan in the mansion could speak so gently as Chu Jingfeng, so the two of them were flattered and blushed for a while.

The other reacted quickly, lowered his head and pointed to a few snacks on the plate: "This one by one is chicken rice flowers, here one by one is called French fries, and this one looks beautiful called Golden Butterfly Shrimp, and this is the biggest chicken cutlet, Sister Xiaowei said that eating two bites of this and drinking a sip of milk tea is the most compatible, but I don't know which flavor the masters like, so I sent both of them." ”

On the way to the little maid's delivery, the oil on fried products such as chicken steak was almost dry, but the golden appearance on the surface made people appetize.

Ye Zichuan was about to eat, but his eyes swept around, and he couldn't help frowning: "What about chopsticks?" ”

"Back to the little marquis, Sister Xiaowei said that although this is not as troublesome as the spicy little red shrimp, the best way to eat it is to twist it by hand."

"Twist and eat?"

Huguohou also frowned, he felt that although the few fried products in front of him were good-looking, he obviously didn't want to eat crayfish like the shell, since this was the case, there was no difference between eating with chopsticks and eating with hands.

When the Marquis of the Protector was struggling in his heart whether to let them go to get the chopsticks, Chu Jingfeng, who was about to come out of the fragrant insects on the side, couldn't help it, and was about to stretch out his hand, but the little maid stopped him again.

"Young Master Chu is slow, Sister Xiaowei asked the slaves and maids to bring water soaked in osmanthus flowers to clean their hands, and they won't eat after cleaning their hands."

Chu Jingfeng withdrew his hand: "Xiao Weiwei is really thoughtful. ”

After washing his hands, Ye Zichuan, who was still a little psychologically estranged, also felt much better, and when he saw that Chu Jingfeng had already eaten it, he couldn't help twisting a french fries and eating it.

He thought that the fried product should be crispy and slightly hard, but he didn't expect that it was just a little the periphery that could be ignored, and then he felt that the small fries were mixed with something like minced meat, and a roll with the tip of his tongue could separate that thing from the skin.

"What are these fries made of? It's so soft and salty, and it doesn't look like meat when you eat it. ”

"Back to Master Hou, these fries are made of potatoes."

Hearing the little maid say this, everyone suddenly realized: "I see, I thought the taste was familiar just now, but I didn't expect it to be potatoes." "Please keep in mind: Lily, website mobile version, Lily free fastest update no anti-theft, no anti-theft, error chapter Ask for a book, please add the lily book friend group QQ group number 859821378