Although Lin Musen's lunch time was a little late today, it was still open before one o'clock, not too late, if it was later, it was estimated that Liu Xianrong would be forced into the kitchen by this burst of aroma.

The hot dishes were served to the table by Lin Musen and Zhao Wan'er, golden chicken and Shanjia three crispy, sour and spicy chicken offal, lettuce dried pork belly............ There is also a big bowl of appetizing hot and sour soup cooked by Lin Musen while the dish is hot.

Although some dishes have been reheated, the color is still rich and the fragrance is strong, so that Liu Xianrong can't help but swallow when he smells the fragrance of the food, where do you remember the problem of thinking about what kind of cooking skills Lin Musen can have.

Lin Musen and Zhao Wan'er came out of the kitchen and saw Liu Xianrong staring at the dishes on the table, and they didn't delay when they put on the bright light, and handed over the dishes and chopsticks together with a smile, and said, "Cousin, let's have dinner, I'm sorry to let you eat so late." ”

Lin Musen didn't call Zhao Wan'er, he had long regarded her as his own family in his heart, so naturally he didn't need to call her.

"Gollum~"

"It's okay, it's okay, but these dishes are all made by Xiao Sen?" Liu Xianrong looked at the next table of dishes full of color and flavor, swallowed his saliva and said.

In addition to Liu Xianrong's lifelong interest and work, Liu Xianrong also loves food, originally he thought that the food in the Shanjia Qing offering was already delicious, but he didn't expect that Lin Musen's cooking skills here seemed to be better than that of the restaurant, so he could not be surprised.

Lin Musen sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Why, cousin, you still don't believe it, is it possible that I can still conjure it up in the kitchen, hahaha...... Let's do it, you're welcome, just like your own home. ”

"That's right, then you're welcome. Liu Xianrong also picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to go to the golden chicken clip with the brightest color.

This dish Liu Xianrong has also eaten in Shanjiaqing, and it is also the most delicious dish he thinks, and Lin Musen's golden chicken here seems to have a stronger taste, and he also wants to taste the difference between the two.

"Hmm~~~" Liu Xianrong felt the delicious chicken with juice between his lips and teeth, and couldn't help but close his eyes, and made a sound similar to admiration with his nose, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

He found that not only did the chicken taste better than that of the Shan family, but the chicken also seemed to be more elastic and unusually delicious.

While Lin Musen greeted Liu Xianrong, when he saw that he was starting to eat, he also put it in Zhao Wan'er's bowl.

"Wan'er eat more, I see that you have lost weight recently. ”

"Is there one?"

"Mmmm, eat this, eat some of this, why don't you drink some soup first............"

When Liu Xianrong opened his eyes, he saw that Zhao Wan'er's bowl was already full of dishes, and he felt sorry for himself, so he still had to do it himself, so he added chopsticks to another dish, and asked Lin Musen while eating:

"Komori, this golden chicken, you make a very good taste, it's even better than the ones in the restaurant, you're really hidden, you shouldn't have been a professional chef before, if you open a restaurant, it will definitely be full." ”

After eating such delicious dishes made by Lin Musen, most of the reactions felt that he should be a chef and should open a restaurant.

Not every chef can make delicious dishes, but the vast majority of chefs can make delicious dishes.

"No, I'm self-taught, isn't the restaurant open, and the chef of the mountain family is my apprentice." Lin Musen doted on Zhao Wan'er, looked at Liu Xianrong, who was full of vegetables, and explained with a smile.

Lin Musen suddenly felt that the first time he ate his own food, the first question was to ask him if he was a chef, and if he opened a restaurant, did anyone who cooked delicious food have to be a chef?

Well, to put it bluntly, everyone's restaurants are open there.

Liu Xianrong obviously forgot that the homestay and the restaurant were opened by Lin Musen, but now Lin Musen understands a lot of things, so he swallowed the food in his mouth and continued: "Then you taught the restaurant this golden chicken, right?"

"Yes, is it delicious, if it's delicious, cousin, you can eat more, you can do whatever you want, I won't greet you, it's the same as your own home." Lin Musen continued to sandwich the dishes with Zhao Wan'er, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Zhao Wan'er was also a little shy, and the picture made Liu Xianrong, an old man, feel that these two people were a little sweet and sweet, which was unbearable.

Liu Xianrong didn't ask anymore, ended the conversation, and then ignored the abusive scene, and began to eliminate the fragrant and delicious food in front of him.

Although lunch was late, Liu Xianrong was still very satisfied. Although the dishes are not very high-end, he estimates that Lin Musen's cooking skills should not be a problem to become a chef in any restaurant in China.

Just when Lin Musen and they were almost eating, Lin Tian, who was lying on the bed, slowly woke up, he had a dream, in the dream he kept running and running, running desperately towards the slimming appearance, and finally, he remembered that Lin Musen wanted to make something for him to eat, but in the dream he just smelled the fragrance and found that the dish had been eaten clean and then he woke up.

"Brother, it's time to eat. Lin Tian was on the bed for a while, and he didn't think about how he came back, but ran out by himself smelling the smell.

"Xiaotian, you're awake, come on, come on, sit down, I'll go serve you dinner. Zhao Wan'er saw Lin Tian, and was pleasantly surprised to clear the position for him, and went to the kitchen to serve rice.

"Oh~" Lin Tian's attention was also attracted by the dishes on the table, and he sat down without thinking about it.

Lin Musen also looked at him carefully, and felt that there was nothing serious, but he still asked Liu Xianrong in a low voice, "Cousin, Xiaotian, he should be fine, will he sleep again later." ”

"It's okay to wake up, the main thing is to pay attention to the amount of exercise, and don't let him run so hard next time. Liu Xianrong replied, but the chopsticks still didn't stop.

"Brother, what happened, how do I feel like I've forgotten something, and who is this old man?" Lin Tian seemed to slowly start to clear up in his mind, so he asked Lin Musen.

"You're embarrassed to ask, I told you to come back if you can't run, but I didn't expect you to run directly to the field with Mu Mu, this is my cousin, it's a doctor, I just asked him to help." Although Lin Musen was a little moved by Lin Tian to listen to him like this, he still blamed Lin Tian a little bit for not caring for his body.

Lin Musen also introduced Liu Xianrong a little.

"Thank you for getting old. Li Tian politely thanked Liu Xianrong, "How can you come back if you can't run, it's really ......" and then Lin Tian muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Lin Musen didn't hear clearly.

"People say they can't run, how can they come back............" Liu Xianrong stopped his chopsticks and repeated to Lin Musen.

"Forehead............" Lin Musen and Lin Tian were speechless at the same time.

Lin Tian said so quietly that he didn't want Lin Musen to hear it, which was embarrassing.

(End of chapter)