"Uncle steward, I still have a lot of hanging broth left, you pull a dough, and then tear some minced chicken in it is also very delicious, and my method of stuffing bamboo shoots is extremely simple, and it is also convenient, just steam, if you don't dislike it, just make it and eat it, it's fine."

As early as when Tang Baobao was cooking, he heard the people around him always saying that he had never seen such a dish, and he had no idea of hiding his secrets, so he showed the practice of this dish to the steward.

It is these seventy percent that make the taste of the tips of the stuffed bamboo shoots is also extremely beautiful.

She was grateful that the ingredients that the steward had found for her were all excellent, so she had just said that if it weren't for her approval, the steward would not dare to make this dish clearly and treat it as his own private dish.

Then Tang Baobao took the food box to Uncle Jin's courtyard.

When he arrived at the place, Tang Baobao knocked on the door, but it was Qian Jinyu who opened the door.

After Qian Jinyu learned Tang Baobao's thoughts yesterday, he came here without taking care of breakfast, for fear that Uncle Jin would directly let his sweetheart eat a closed door.

The two came to yesterday's bamboo forest again, in the bamboo forest, Uncle Jin was still drinking wine leisurely, while Wang De was practicing sword moves neatly on the side.

Practice, practice, I don't know if it's finished or what, as soon as the action is closed, the figure flashes and falls to Tang Baobao's side, looking at the food box she is carrying in her hand with an expectant expression.

It's a dog's nose!

Tang Baobao joked in his heart, said hello to Uncle Jin and Wang De, walked to the table made of bamboo and rattan, and put up the things he had made for more than an hour.

As soon as Tang Baobao put it on, before he could say anything, Uncle Jin said directly:

"I've had breakfast a long time ago, and I don't have an appetite."

Then he got up and walked over to the barbecue place where he had been, and sat down on a stake with his back to them.

Qian Jinyu just wanted to open his mouth to persuade him to talk, but was interrupted by Tang Baobao shaking his head.

So he stopped, sat down, and ate the noodles in front of him.

Speaking of which, he hasn't eaten the food cooked by Tang Baobao yet!

The mental activities of these people obviously have nothing to do with Wang De, he sat down faster than anyone else, picked up a bowl of noodles and ate it, the bamboo shoots didn't even need to say a word of persuasion, he ate like a hungry tiger pounced.

After eating this bowl of noodles, Wang De glanced at Uncle Jin, who was facing away from them, and then took the bowl for Uncle Jin, and ate it cleanly.

He didn't understand why they hadn't eaten anyway, but Uncle Jin said that he had finished eating, but he understood, and Uncle Jin said that he had no appetite.

If you don't have an appetite, you don't eat, and it's not good to waste, so it's all for him to eat, this logic is told to others, and others may not understand, but it makes sense in him.

Qian Jinyu was only a little slower than Wang De's eating, so he could only watch Wang De eat Uncle Jin's bowl of "ziyu, ziyu" with annoyance.

He didn't dare to go up and grab it, since he was a child and was beaten and cried for fun, he never grabbed food with him again.

Uncle Jin, who had his back to them, listened to the sound of the eating bar behind him, and his intestines were about to repent.

Why is Wang De so delicious?

Think about it again, who raised Wang De since childhood?

This is Uncle Jin's pot......

As an old glutton, he smelled the smell of the food that Tang Baobao put out, and knew that it must taste good, but he was very disgusted, Tang Baobao's courteous appearance of begging for help, so he stalked his neck and said that he was not hungry.

But now he really wants to give himself a big-eared scraper who didn't know how to rely on just now, no matter what Tang Baobao thinks, fill his stomach first and don't lose!

The faint smell drilled into his nose one by one, he first smelled the fragrance of bamboo shoots, and then he heard a somewhat muffled click, and then a picture appeared in his mind.

When someone bites down on the tip of a stuffed bamboo shoot, the juice bursts out from the bamboo shoot and the filling on it instantly fills the mouth, and then when you chew it again, the beauty of the chicken and shrimp meat is combined on the tip of the tongue, and finally you take a bite of the hanging broth.

That tastes!

"Goo-dong!"

Uncle Jin couldn't help swallowing his saliva, just persuaded himself not to worry about the juniors, isn't it just to build a weapon, what a big deal, the girl can't learn the Welding Moon Nine Star Technique, so she wants to get up and "make do" to eat more, and heard Qian Jinyu say in a very satisfied voice:

"Wow, it's all eaten, Wang De, are you a pig?"

Eat...... Eaten clean?

Uncle Jin looked back without a trace, and sure enough, except for Tang Baobao, who was eating slowly, the other two had already finished eating, and the bowl was clean and didn't need to be brushed.

These two little rabbit cubs are very happy to eat, this elder is dragging his temperament, you don't know to leave some for me?

It's okay to persuade me to go down the stairs......

Tang Baobao naturally didn't know what Uncle Jin was thinking, but this did not prevent her from being happy at the moment.

The dishes made were all eaten by others in such a face-saving way, which made people even happier than her ten pounds thin.

And she knew very well in her heart that Uncle Jin couldn't be impressed with her just because of such a meal, and was willing to make an exception to make a three-shot bow and a ladder for her.

So she was ready for a long battle.

She packed up her things and left, and she had to show off her skills at noon.

At noon, Tang Baobao spent the morning making four dishes and one soup.

The four dishes are sweet and sour pork ribs, squirrel sea bass, mapo tofu and a cold dish saliva chicken.

The soup is a winter melon pork rib soup.

Four bowls of rice were served, divided into two food boxes, and taken to Uncle Jin's yard.

Uncle Jin, who didn't eat in the morning, was already hungry, and Qian Jinyu kept watching him, except for tea, he didn't even let him drink more wine.

Since Qian Jinyu knew Tang Baobao's plan, and Tang Baobao didn't let him persuade Uncle Jin this morning, he seemed to have opened up the eight veins of the Qi Jing, and he thought he had understood Tang Baobao's mind.

Isn't Uncle Jin stalking his neck and unwilling to eat the food made by the baby, then just let you be hungry, there will always be a time when you bow your head!

What a beautiful misunderstanding......

Tang Baobao only wants to let the food conquer Uncle Jin's stomach, when does he want to be so hungry that he bows his head!

When Tang Baobao arrived at the place, it was still Qian Jinyu who opened the door for Tang Baobao, and the dishes made by Tang Baobao were still on the table again, and the taste of that dish was still uncontrollable and drilled into people's noses.

It's just that Uncle Jin is still ......

Still sitting there with your back to them!