The palm came to Wen Qiao's study with a tray as usual, "Young master, this is the just-made coptis wolfberry soup in the kitchen, you can taste it." ”

This coptis wolfberry soup can not only reduce fire, but also maintain health, it is a necessary food for the spoon to maintain good health in private, Wen Qiao raised his head, looked at the spoon and asked, "This is what you made with your own hands?" ”

"Yes, you can try it." He had been cooking for Wen Qiao before, so Wen Qiao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, Wen Qiao glanced at the palm with a little suspicion, but did not say anything.

As he spoke, he lifted the lid of the coptis wolfberry soup, but he didn't smell the fragrance and faint sweetness he expected, and his face couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

In the past few days, since Wen Qiao ate the food made by Zhao Qingyan, his appetite has been raised: "Are you sure this thing can be eaten?" ”

"This!" The boss just wanted to refute the fact that the meals Wen Qiao ate before were all made by him, so where did he come from to say that he could not eat them.

But when he thought that he hadn't been cooking these days, he suddenly became angry, "Young master, why don't you believe me, I often make coptis wolfberry soup for myself in private, but it's healthy." ”

"Taste it, you'll know what it looks delicious to eat." The spoon is very confident, because he thinks that the coptis wolfberry soup must be better than the delicacies of the mountains and seas made by Zhao Qingyan.

However, he didn't expect that Wen Qiao had just taken a bite, and his brows tightened, "Aren't you very confident in your own things, how can I go and not feel delicious at all?" ”

"W-what's going on?" The spoon didn't believe it, he glanced at Wen Qiao, and after seeing Wen Qiao nodding, he took the coptis wolfberry soup back into his hand.

The food he himself has eaten more than once, why is it not delicious when it reaches Wen Qiao's mouth, "Isn't this delicious, why is it not delicious?" ”

"That's because you haven't eaten the peach blossom soup made by Zhao Qingyan, and when you taste it, you'll know what it means to be delicious." After Wen Qiao said this, he stopped looking at the palm.

The boss didn't expect Wen Qiao to be so disappointed in his food, but he was not discouraged, but continued to cook for Wen Qiao.

But during this time, because he had eaten Zhao Qingyan's meals, Wen Qiao couldn't eat it every time, which was undoubtedly a blow to the master.

Thinking about it, the spoon was extremely helpless, he stared at the noodles in Xing'er's hand, wanting to taste it and see if it was really as delicious as Wen Qiao said.

It's a pity that Xing'er didn't think of giving the noodles to the palm, and the kitchen aunt stared at the bowl of noodles, "Okay, okay, don't look at it, if you continue to look at it, people won't give you food." ”

Hearing this, Xing'er realized why everyone was staring at her.

She looked at these people who didn't know how to help just now, and only came to beg for food after the matter was done, even if she didn't have a good feeling in her heart, she still said kindly: "That, there are so many bowls of noodles, I can't eat them alone." ”

As she spoke, Xing'er paused, and then continued, "Otherwise, I'll give you a little to eat." ”

"I don't need you to pretend to give us something to eat." One of the maidservants said, looking at the kitchen aunt, "Auntie, let's go." ”

The kitchen aunt nodded and said, "Yes, it's just a bowl of noodles, what's delicious, let's go." ”

After the words fell, Aunt Kitchen left with the group, and Xing'er didn't know why these people were so tricky, "Really, I kindly gave you something to eat, I really don't know the hearts of good people." ”

Xing'er looked at the fragrant noodles in her hand, and couldn't help but swallow another mouthful of saliva, "Forget it, since you don't eat it, then I'll eat it myself." ”

Just when Apricot was about to eat this thing, the spoon suddenly spoke: "Apricot girl, slow down!" ”

If you let you eat the noodles made by Zhao Qingyan, how can I still eat her craftsmanship and feel the deliciousness that Wen Qiao said?

"Boss, what do you want to eat?" Xing'er looked at the palm, "But, aren't you just a cook, why do you still eat noodles made by Madame?" ”

For Xing'er, the food cooked by the chef will definitely be better than what Zhao Qingyan makes casually.

When Xing'er said this, the spoon suddenly felt a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, and said, "I just want to try Madame's craftsmanship and see if there is anything I need to improve." ”

"Well, well." Xing'er said, went back to the kitchen table and took another bowl, and then gave half a bowl of noodles in her bowl to the palm.

Seeing that her noodles were distributed to others, Xing'er was not very distressed, "Come, palm, this is your noodles." ”

She wanted to be kind and generous, and the spoon also knew, and he took the thing from Xing'er's hand, "Thank you, Xing'er." ”

Now, he can finally taste the "deliciousness" in Wen Qiao's mouth, what it looks like.

I thought to myself, and after eating a bite of noodles, I finally knew what it meant to be delicious.

This noodle, although it is a simple noodle, is extremely silky and chewy, with a rich seasoning flavor that slides into the mouth.

"Oh my God, this, what kind of noodles are these, they're delicious!" Only then did the spoon know what is called delicious and ordinary food in the world.

Zhao Qingyan and what he made were simply heaven and earth, Xing'er looked at the spoon with a shocked face, "What's the matter?" ”

Could it be that this noodle is poisonous or untasty?

"Nothing, nothing." The palm looked at the remaining noodles in Xing'er's hand, "Xing'er, can you give me all your noodles?" ”

This noodle is really delicious, I didn't expect Zhao Qingyan's cooking skills to be so good, "I knew that the young master wouldn't deceive people, Madame's craftsmanship is really good!" ”

As he spoke, the spoon finished all the noodles and gave an empty bowl to Xing'er, "Alas, Xing'er, it's a pity that you didn't eat the noodles made by your wife." ”

Xing'er was stunned at first, and then puffed out her mouth, "Obviously you want me to give you the noodles!" ”

If she hadn't given her noodles to the palm, how could she not have eaten what Zhao Qingyan made, Xing'er lowered her head and said in pieces: "I knew that I wouldn't give you noodles, so this is also a bowl of noodles that I changed for a long time, but you snatched it away." ”

Unexpectedly, there were several people standing at the door staring intently at what was happening in the house, and the kitchen aunt and a few maidservants were very shocked, they didn't expect that the things made by Zhao Qingyan were so popular.

"Auntie, do you hear, even the chef who has always been very picky likes the food cooked by Zhao Qingyan!" One of the maidservants swallowed a mouthful of saliva after saying this.

Seeing that the spoon was eating so fragrantly, the maidservant couldn't help but want to try what the bowl of noodles tasted like.

At this time, the kitchen aunt scolded: "If it weren't for you girls, how could I not have eaten the noodles that Xing'er wanted to share with me." ”

looked so delicious, but lost this opportunity because of these handmaidens sowing discord.

However, at this time, Zhao Qingyan was on the way to see Wen Zichen, and the two guards guarding the door saw Zhao Qingyan and were very respectful: "I've seen Madame, the little young master has woken up." ”

"Okay." Zhao Qingyan nodded lightly and walked in with the food box.