"What a smell? ”

Someone couldn't help but ask, at this time, such a fragrance suddenly wafted out, and even the smell of the wings of the wine fan Xiangfei was covered, how could it not make people curious?

Everyone in the lobby looked around, their noses twitching, hoping to find the source of the scent.

After a while, the fragrance came to an abrupt halt and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems to be...... Someone said uncertainly, and suddenly all the eyes of everyone present turned to the door of the back kitchen with the curtain.

"Impossible, right? I just ran to the hall, but I said that this kid just put the meat out of the pot. ”

"But this fragrance is clearly the taste of the red stewed Jiuluo pig when it is about to come out of the pot. In such a short time, let alone the pot, I'm afraid that kid hasn't even cooked the meat. ”

"No, no, no, no, this fragrance is like a red stewed nine Luo pig, but it is ......"

For a while, there were many people in the lobby, but no one could say what was going on. Lao Chen was anxious, and he couldn't figure out what Yanchen was hiding in the back kitchen, and he was about to rush in with his round belly.

Unexpectedly, before he arrived at the door of the back kitchen, Yan Chen had already lifted the curtain from the inside with a brown-red clay pot, and Lao Chen's round belly almost collided with him.

"What do you want to do?"

Yanchen was not too hot, and stubbornly protected the crockpot in his arms, as if he was protecting a baby. Lao Chen was more embarrassed, he didn't go in with a big belly, nor did he retreat, and then he was stunned there.

"I said, why are you blocking my way?

The old and dry round face was vermilion, scratched his head in a sneer, and turned sideways to let Yanchen pass. Looking at his confused and confident eyes, Lao Chen couldn't understand.

As Yan Chen walked out, the hall fell silent again, no one could understand what he meant, could it be that the uncooked meat was served?

This dude is here to be funny.

Finally, someone couldn't bear it, "I said, boy, what are you in this broken crockpot?"

"Red stewed nine Luo pigs. Yan Chen raised his head proudly, and his confident smile was bright.

“......”

What does it mean that you are so confident? Is your meat cooked, you are full of confidence? You embarrass us like this, you know?

"Ignorant child, so shameless, lie and come, isn't it a pastime for me?"

I couldn't bear it with a quick temper, and after a moment of silence, I suddenly shouted loudly, looking at the appearance of the red face and thick neck, obviously choked by anger.

Yan Chen pursed his lips, "This big brother, I don't understand what you said so, why should I entertain you all?"

The person who spoke before continued to criticize Yan Chen with a heartbroken look, what kind of delusion to become famous through other people's fame, get it for nothing, opportunistic or something, a bunch of spittle, and when he was excited, he couldn't help but slap the table a few times, shaking the tea on the table.

Yan Chen glanced at the injured table with a little sympathy, and looked up at the person in confusion, "Excuse me, are you talking about me now?"

“......”

The man's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and a sense of powerlessness from punching him in the air made him feel uncomfortable that his chest could not go up or down in one breath.

"You, you, you ......"

The man choked and didn't say anything for a long time, when Yan Chen's mouth was cheap, it was not something that ordinary people could bear, and Lao Chen knew this very well.

Sure enough, Lao Chen's complexion was slightly stagnant, and his demeanor was a little unnatural.

Yan Chen no longer paid attention to them, and walked to the middle of the lobby with the baby crockpot in his arms, and he was not stage frightened at all under the gaze of everyone.

Xu is that his mouth is too poisonous, since the person was choked before, no one dared to step forward to answer the call, and they all quietly exchanged their heads and pointed at Yan Chen.

In the face of everyone's pointing and pointing, his face did not change, and he was frank and open. A handful of the baby crockpot in his arms was placed on the table, and the lid was slowly lifted in the limelight.

"This ......"

"How could it be ......?"

"No, it can't ......"

As the tile cover was unveiled, the rich smell of meat from before wafted through the lobby again, and an incredible sound resounded throughout the audience.

"That's what it smells like, yes!"

The red and shiny pieces of meat are neatly stacked in a crockpot, uniform in size, soft and soft, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Thick oil red sauce!

These four words are the most appropriate and appropriate words to describe this dish, and such a dish made by Yan Chen's hands is even more mouth-watering.

I don't know what Yanchen thinks, the so-called color, fragrance, taste, utensils, shapes, but there are others, but this "vessel" is the only one that makes people really dare not compliment, and others are white and small disc porcelain dishes. He was fine, but he didn't know which corner of the back kitchen had turned out such a broken crockpot.

A good red stewed Jiuluo pig was pulled down because of this broken crockpot.

"This is impossible, how did this kid do it in such a short time?" Lao Chen's face was full of disbelief, and he muttered to himself, he didn't expect Yan Chen to really finish the red stewed nine Luo Feng in only a quarter of an hour.

"I don't believe it really only takes you a quarter of an hour to cook the meat!"

Lao Chen roared, slammed away the people in front of him, rushed to the table and stared at the meat in the crockpot, his eyes were ruddy and crystal clear, but there was a trace of incredible white light that was not easy to erase.

"Shhh...... How is that possible?"

He hurriedly picked up a piece of meat with a pair of chopsticks and put it in his mouth with trepidation.

The meat is fatty but not greasy, crispy but not broken, sweet but not sticky, thick but not salty, and a thick aroma of meat sauce echoes in the mouth and goes straight to the bottom of the heart. That kind of fragrance is like a heavenly fairy food, like the smell of my grandmother's rice when I was a child, and like the taste of my mother when I was a child.

"Pop ......"

Lao Chen was so shocked that the chopsticks in his hand fell down, his eyes widened, his face was full of incredulity, and his fat lips were trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with Chef Chen? Why is this kind of behavior?" everyone was a little puzzled.

"Don't you think this kid made this red stewed nine Luo Pig, doesn't it seem very wrong?" A voice quietly came from a corner, attracting everyone's attention to the crockpot.

"Wait, am I dazzled, how do I feel like this dish is just bubbling with white light?" someone suddenly shouted in surprise, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Even though many people nodded in agreement, "I feel the same way, but if you look closely, you can't see it." ”

"This ......"

"But how did he make the red stew in a quarter of an hour?" someone asked another question.

"Is it really ripe?"

"It looks like ...... It's really ripe......"

The more they discussed, the more hesitant they became, Yan Chen stood quietly on the spot, always with a confident smile on his face, and he looked like a master.

"Real gourmet ...... It's a taste of home......"

The noise of the outside world did not affect the aftertaste of Lao Chen in the slightest, and he muttered such a sentence in his memory.