After Ruan Haoyan returned to the kitchen, Tian Xinmiao came to the hall with three bowls of noodles and vinegar and salt with her.

Looking at the three bowls of noodles, vinegar bottles, salt pots and jars placed on the table by Tian Xinmiao, as well as the braised pork stewed potatoes in the porcelain basin, Ruan Yongsheng and Wu who were sitting on both sides of the Eight Immortals table looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at Tian Xinmiao in unison.

"Sister-in-law, do you want to mix vinegar and salt in the noodles, and then add this braised pork stewed artichoke, mix well and eat?"

Smelling the aroma of braised pork and stewed potatoes, and looking at the smooth and long noodles in the bowl, Ruan Hao's noodles are already a little ready to move.

"Well, when you add braised pork and stewed potatoes, it will be more delicious to scoop a few spoonfuls of soup into it."

Seeing that Ruan Haoming said the method of mixing noodles, Tian Xinmiao pushed the noodles in front of Ruan Yongsheng and Wu respectively, and handed another bowl to Ruan Haoming, "Haoming, you worry about dim sum, help your father and mother mix it, and Haoyan and I will go down there." ”

The excitement on Ruan Haoming's face stagnated, and he nodded with a bitter face, it seems that he is too talkative, just now he should have let his sister-in-law mix it first, he can learn it and then mix it for his father and mother!

Tian Xinmiao pretended not to see the embarrassment on Ruan Haoming's face, and pulled Ruan Haoyan back to the kitchen, because she knew that she was there, and Ruan Yongsheng and Wu were uncomfortable.

After Tian Xinmiao and Ruan Haoyan left, Ruan Haoming taught Ruan Yongsheng and Wu to mix noodles, put some salt, pour some vinegar, scoop some braised pork and stewed potatoes and soup, mix well and taste, it is not suitable to add a little bit.

After two or three times, Nguyen Vinh Thanh and Wu finally got the taste right.

"Baby, how did I find out that this potato gnocchi is better than meat gnocchi?"

"Uh-huh, Dad, you're right, I also think the artichoke gnocchi stewed with meat flavor is better than meat."

Ruan Haoming, who was standing at the table of the Eight Immortals, was eating while rushing to answer Ruan Yongsheng's words, and he had long forgotten that he was still angry with his father.

The corners of Wu's mouth quietly curved, "Xinmiao's method is good, when we want to eat meat in the future, we can buy less meat, and then stew it like this, just like we ate a lot of meat, it is more fragrant than eating a lot of meat." ”

When Tian Xinmiao and Ruan Haoyan made good noodles, when Ruan Haoyan went to the hall to get the bowl, she found that the rice in the bowl of the three people had not been finished, but her mouth was still sighing silently.

In desperation, Tian Xinmiao had to take three more bowls, scoop the noodles in, and then bring them to the hall.

When Ruan Haoyan brought the noodle bowl in, Ruan Haoming had just finished eating the noodles in the bowl, picked up a bowl and poured it into his own bowl.

"Huh? Why is the dough different from the one just now, some are wide, some are narrow? Ruan Haoming curiously picked it with his chopsticks and looked at Ruan Haoyan suspiciously.

Ruan Haoyan's face turned red unconsciously, "Second brother, can't you eat directly, why do you care so much?" There was a hint of anger in his tone.

Looking at the other two bowls of noodles with uneven width and thickness, Wu instantly understood, "Wa Dad, our Haoyan learns really fast, and she will follow Xinmiao Ramen." ”

Ruan Yongsheng took a bowl and poured it into his own bowl, the curvature of the corners of his mouth bent again and again, "Dad can also eat the noodles of the little girl, it's good." ”

"Mother, look at Dad, what do you say, I will definitely make noodles for you when I grow up, but I haven't learned it before."

Wu pretended to be angry and glared at Ruan Yongsheng, "Our little girl was still young before, didn't she grow up today, what were you anxious about before?" ”

Ruan Yongsheng snorted twice and nodded again and again, but his subordinates had already begun to mix noodles.