"Of course it's very good." Cheng Yelan felt that there was no need to say much about this matter, it was really normal for that boy's strength to be able to stew fish soup to this level.

She completely forgot that this bowl of fish soup should be for boys, so she drank a lot happily, and also put a little fish meat to taste, sure enough, this meat is also delicious and tender, not to mention how delicious. It's still snowy outside, and the wind is howling in winter, and although I don't feel cold at all in this house, I still have a warm feeling when I drink the hot fish soup.

After eating for a while, she suddenly noticed that the boy didn't seem to have touched the tableware, and hurriedly put down the bowl with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I drank the soup that should have been given to you." ”

"It's okay, senior sister can continue," the boy didn't care very much, "Besides, isn't your pot almost ready?" I'll just wait and drink your soup. ”

"But I'm afraid I don't taste as good as you." The girl couldn't help but scratch her face,

"It's okay, I've been watching the process of your stew, it should be not much different from mine, and in fact, this fish itself is already delicious, as long as your seasoning doesn't make a big mistake." Song Qiguang comforted.

Cheng Yelan did only add salt and cooking wine to the soup as he said, and did not add any other seasonings, the taste should indeed be not much worse than this bowl, so she continued to drink it with peace of mind.

The fish itself is not big, it is even smaller when cut in half, and although there is a lot of soup, it is not difficult to eat it all by yourself.

By the time Cheng Yelan's soup was also stewed, she had already eaten half of the food, and Song Qiguang still asked her after serving the bowl, "Do you want to try your own craftsmanship?" ”

Cheng Yelan also served himself a small half bowl, although he felt that the taste was not much worse than the bowl stewed by the boys, but after all, it was still a little worse.

So she looked at Song Qiguang, "I'm really not as good as my younger brother." ”

"Senior sister, you are too modest, after all, this is the first time you have done it, it is already good to have this level."

The boy who said this also tasted it.

The girl continued to drink her soup, "I don't think I really want to eat at night after drinking this. She laughs.

"Then let's eat a little, or I'll be hungry later."

Cheng Yelan smiled and nodded.

The next day was Sunday, and in the afternoon, Cheng Yelan did not honestly continue to do the questions, but asked the boy to go shopping with him.

After all, it was close to the holidays, and she also wanted to bring some souvenirs back to her parents to try, although these things can also be bought online, she still thinks it is more interesting to go to the store in person. What's more, most of the city's many local products are delicacies, and she is happy to buy them herself.

After waking up in the afternoon, the two of them went out and took a car to a store that Cheng Yelan had been optimistic about on the Internet in advance.

It is said to be a secret recipe that has been made exclusively for hundreds of years, and the taste is different from other places. As soon as the two of them arrived at the store, they noticed that there were quite a few people, and most of them were students of their own age, and it seemed that even the cold winter could not stop their enthusiasm to buy things and go home.

Cheng Yelan asked the boy next to him: "Do you want to buy some too?" ”