Gu Tingwen's appetite still didn't improve, and he put his hand away after a few perfunctory strokes, but Cheng Shi'an feasted on it, and in contrast, he became the one who wanted to relieve his worries.

Ren Yan brought the food again, and the cuffs were touched by him: "Rest." ”

Gu Tingwen's gaze crossed the white sleeve.

Ren Yan didn't refuse, holding the small round table sitting on the side of the bowl, while eating, he had to answer Cheng Shi'an's question in a whisper.

The turquoise soup is a national dish.

First, blanch the sweet potato leaves with the stems removed into alkaline boiling water, then chop them together with the kraft cabbage, and add soup and ham and mushrooms to soak them. Add a small spoonful of chicken fat to the soup to bring out the mellow and fragrant flavor.

On the plate at hand is boiled dried shreds.

The palm-sized white dried should be sliced into eighteen thin slices and then cut into filaments of Feifei, repeatedly scalded to remove the beans, add ham, winter bamboo shoots, white mushrooms, and kingfish shreds to simmer in the soup, and serve the ginger shreds in the sauce, pour the marinade and sesame oil.

Cheng Shi'an could hear it, so he simply didn't move his chopsticks.

At this time, Ren Yan has her rare appearance.

It's not like the sleek sophistication of the Hongpheasant Hall, nor like the gloomy clouds and mist when she is running for a livelihood under the overpass, her eyes are bright, her voice is soft, and the smile on her face is so vivid.

When he glanced at it, the soft flesh in his heart was tickled and raked, crispy and soft.

Later, those dishes couldn't get into her ears, and all she saw were her plain lips, bent, like a moist little moon.

Xiaoyue was beckoning to him: "Mr. Cheng? ”

Cheng Shi'an came back to his senses in embarrassment: "Hmm." ”

"The seventh master just went out, so I told you to go home early."

"Okay, I'll send you." The words slipped out of his throat, and he was above board.

He was embarrassed by his abrupt mind, and got into the car and was speechless.

And Ren Yan was observing the box of small cakes on her lap, which was given to her by Gu Ting before she went out.

The hemisphere pastry was wrapped in an oiled paper tray, with a thin layer of puff pastry on the surface, and when she took a small bite, it had a slightly salty milk smell, but there was a taste she didn't know.

In the mouth, almonds and chestnuts are crumbled, like delicate peach crisp, and the sweetness makes the tongue roll involuntarily.

Is it a sugar puree that melts these two fruits and puts them in a mold and roasts them in a kiln?

How long does it take?

What is the furnace temperature?

She kept thinking that the little cake was staring at her with a gap.

"Ren Yan?"

She looked up.

The car stopped at the mouth of the alley of the miscellaneous courtyard, and Cheng Shi'an opened the curtain of the car to look at the person squatting on the side of the stone pier: "Your senior brother?" ”

"Ah, Wu Sihai." Ren Yan glanced at it, his brain hurt, "I guess I came here on behalf of the master." ”

"There you go."

"Hey, thank you, see you later."

Ren Yan got out of the car with the cake, bowed, and the black car wiped the smoke at the mouth of the alley and left.

"You really followed Mr. Cheng?" Wu Sihai got up, his lentil eyebrows were tight, and his gray cloth pants stood there, like a stubborn seedling.

Ren Yan smiled and shook his head: "No, Master has something to say?" ”

Wu Sihai took a step closer: "Then why did he send you back by car?" ”

Ren Yan stopped smiling and looked up at him: "By the way, if you don't have anything to say, I'll go back first." ”

Wu Sihai grabbed her wrist: "That's a cloud in the sky, you have no foundation, you can go up, and you can't stand." ”

Ren Yan struggled to shake him off, and her elbow slammed against the wall, causing her to gasp in pain.

Wu Sihai pressed step by step: "Who are we, don't you have a score in your heart?" ”

Ren Yan gritted his teeth, and wanted to laugh or not: "What person?" ”

"The next three rotten, the drama on the stage, the sister in the kiln, the same person!"