Where did Smith know Yan Tao's itinerary.

He's just waiting for the rabbit to get close.

Young Master Yan had seen it at the airport earlier.

Xiao Qi: Master, this little old man is really willing to work hard in order to listen to this song.

Yan Tao hooked his lips and smiled.

It was a dusty day, and she was physically and mentally exhausted after seven or eight hours on the plane.

He fell into bed and slept soundly until the next morning.

Meditating and cultivating every day, when Young Master Yan gathered his breath and got up, it was exactly half past seven.

"Grandma, you didn't cook?"

Granny Jiang is on a strange strike today, and the old lady is sitting on a small maza, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, waving at her grandson.

Young Master Yan moved a small horse and sat down with him, and his handsome face came to Granny Jiang, "Grandma, your child is hungry." ”

The little old lady helped her reading glasses, glanced at the young man slowly, and stroked the young man's hair lovingly, "Hungry?" ”

Young Master Yan nodded.

"You turn around and walk ten steps forward, sleep in bed, and you won't feel hungry when you sleep."

Yan Tao ......!!!

Young Master Yan's eyes were resentful: "Grandma, did you pick me up from the side of the road?" ”

Granny Jiang shook her head and lowered her head through the needle and thread, "You were picked up by me from the trash can." ”

Yan Tao ......

As the old saying goes, do it yourself, and have plenty of food and clothing.

Young Master Yan got up to cook.

Su Bai's slender fingers held the kitchen knife, and he cut the tofu into neat pieces.

The whole movement was smooth, it didn't look like cooking at all, and the slender fingers couldn't tell which one was whiter than the tofu.

A light fresh fragrance wafts out of the kitchen.

Granny Jiang sat on the edge of the dining table with her little Mazha in her arms and ate the breakfast cooked by her eldest grandson.

Yan Qin's peach blossom eyes fell on the face of the little old lady who was eating happily, and thought suspiciously: She wouldn't do it on purpose, right?

Granny Jiang squinted her eyes with enjoyment: the eldest grandson's cooking is the little seventh who ****** accurately captured the emotions of the little old lady......

"Knock knock."

Smith picked a good time to come in.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he couldn't help but sniff the aroma of rice.

Granny Jiang warmly invited: "Let's have some follow?" ”

The food on the table is exquisite and beautiful.

Color, flavor, and flavor.

It is a dish that Yan Tao has transformed according to the taste of the Chinese people.

Smith's refusal turned into a nod: Chinese people really enjoy it.

The taste in the mouth is full of fresh and fragrant.

It's delicious.

Smith: Oh, good times!

What a time!

How can it be so good times!

He has eaten many high-end dishes, and the cuisine of each country has its own local characteristics.

Chinese cuisine is the most distinctive of them.

The smoke and fire that comes out of the food is something that no other cuisine has.

After Smith finished eating, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where did you buy this?" ”

Granny Jiang pointed to the young man opposite and ate by herself.

The eldest grandson finally came back, in case he ran away again one day.

She needs to eat more.

Smith thought that Yan Tao had gone out to buy it, and looked at it with a questioning gaze.

"I did."

The young man held the chopsticks with his white fingers and took a sip of the soup elegantly.

"No, it can't be, right?"

This level is at least the level that can only be made by a master who has been immersed in cooking for more than ten years.

Yan Tao made it when he was a teenager?

Smith was so shocked that his eyes almost fell, and he opened his mouth in surprise: "Yan, not only can you play the piano, but your grades are so good, you can even cook?!" ”

Oh, my God!

God, he really met a demon!