An Ran's eyes widened. Gasped. Settle down. He stretched out his hand. There is no "pity for the fragrance and cherishing the jade" on that handsome face. Give it a hard push. scolded angrily. "Go. Why are you so close? Terrifying......"

Jiang Jieyun took advantage of the situation and retreated. Straighten up and half-bend over. Put your hands on your shoulders. His gaze swirled around her face. Ask. "What do you want. So distracted. ”

"Oh...... Nothing ......" Part of Enron's thinking was still stuck in his previous plans and thoughts. There is no complete detachment. Frowning slightly. The tone is muffled. Somewhat nonchalant. I was in a trance. Responding with a self-talk.

Jiang Jieyun also frowned. The gaze that fell on her face seemed to be a little more focused. I just wanted to say something. I saw An Ran bow his head and fiddle with his camera. Muttered quietly while fiddling. "Hmm. I'll have to pull up an outline...... Maybe I should write a plan or something......" he shook his head a little amusedly. I saw her stunned just now. A confused and confused expression. I thought something had happened. But it turned out. This girl who is too serious about things doesn't know what plan she is thinking about. It turned out to be. Does this count as a ...... Well. Concern is chaos.

Jiang Jieyun stretched out his fingers and scratched his chin. The brow tightened a little. Why did he feel as if he had let An Xiaoran, a little old woman who loves to worry all day long, infect his mother-in-law.

That's not good.

In order to take revenge on An Ran's classmates who infect him with "strange problems". Young Master Jiang happily put his paw on Chef An's meticulously combed hair. According to the new practice that has recently developed. Deliberately bad. I rubbed a few handfuls of snoring. I saw that I was still frowning just now. God babble. muttering, muttering, An Xiaoran, when he covered himself and was rubbed like a chicken nest, jumping and screaming. A certain jerk foodie thinks. Well. Take a look. How nice. than the one just now with his head pulled. A wrinkled face. It's much more pleasing to the eye like a bun that ignores a dog. How energetic.

Chef An, who was full of "vitality", was so angry that he ran his hand along the dull hair on his head. While threatening in his mouth. Jiang Jieyun. You wait. Tell you to be at ease. I won't give you meat to eat for a while. Give all your elbows to Chubby and Zhuozi.

Though. The phrase "your elbow". Jane is a little speechless. But. Delicious meat in front of you. Brotherhood is as light as a feather. And enough food is more important than Mount Tai. The two carnivores who had been anxiously waiting for the stove heard An Ran's words. Immediately abandoned his boss without a little hesitation. They shouted in unison that they must unite around Chef Ahn, who is centered on eating meat. Aloft......

Enron had been very experienced in shielding his ears. Shut out the noise of the two loudspeakers crying and hungry wolves. Concentrate on the last step of making the red chop elbow.

Finally, it's time for the final step. It is also the step that several foodies are looking forward to the most. Complete this step. You can start eating~ The expressions on the faces of the three of them are called an expectation. Zhao Xiaopang clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a girl's prayer-like expression. Jiang Chengzhuo's eyes disappeared from his face at this moment. Sticking directly to the steamer...... Cover the pot. Wholeheartedly waiting for the exciting moment when Chef An lifted the lid of the pot. Jiang Jieyun's appearance looks relatively normal. But anyone who is only familiar with this guy knows. This dude is in a state of full preparation. Just wait for the hungry tiger to pounce on the elbow when it is ready.

Don't be tempted, how can you always vomit in your heart, these three are infinitely energetic. It's passionate. It's really hard for them to face meat and always be full of "relentless pursuit".

Enron doesn't think he's so passionate. I didn't bother to appreciate the "affectionate" gaze of the three hungry wolves in the face of meat. Directly and leisurely, the three of them brought the steamer off the stove. He set up three more large woks on the stove. Place the six elbows that have just been steamed. Set two in each pot. A small amount of salt was added. Wine. and plenty of stock. Cover the pot again. This time, it was a low heat to collect the juice.

Untie your apron. Chef Ann calmly announced to the three foodies who were guarding the stove. After half an hour, the dish can be served and uncorked.

She was met with silence. These three unloaded and killed donkeys...... Cough. It's the bastard who crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and now all his mind is tied to the elbow that will be out of the pot in thirty minutes. Even a little one. The eyes that responded didn't bother to give Enron one.

Normal people are heavy on color and light on friends. When it comes to these three, it is obviously a typical wonder of "heavy meat and light friends".

Enron doesn't care about strange things. Go back to your room. Sit at your desk. I turned on the computer. Open a document called "Inspiration Notes".

Just listen to the name. It's a big theme that she usually uses to record flashes of inspiration. Set. Down to the details. Dialogue...... of specialized documentation.

Inspiration for this thing. In many cases, it also pays attention to the time, place, and people. I don't know what I saw. What to hear. Or an idea. It appeared anyway. But if you don't write it down right away. Maybe it's like a bird that occasionally skimmes the sky. Flap your wings. Leave a beautiful backdrop. In the blink of an eye, it is difficult to find a trace.

Since before. I have encountered a few times and passed by the "flying birds" of inspiration. After a rare accident. Enron was determined never to do this kind of stupid thing of being "released pigeons" again. Thereupon. It's not just a document built in the computer to record inspiration. I also have a special one in my backpack. A very small notebook of Xiuzhen to "catch birds" anytime and anywhere.

Take advantage of the low heat to collect the juice for 30 minutes. Enron quickly typed the theme of the idea and some preliminary plans into the document. Stop and think about it from time to time. or modify. Or supplement......

It looks like Enron. Those thirty minutes passed very quickly. She had just typed her initial idea into the computer. Click Save. Ready to take another look. Is there anything that needs to be added? was broken in by Jiang Jieyun. Grab the collar at the back of the neck. The feet that did not touch the ground were brought to the stove. Point to the wok. Six are green. Eyes with a burning glow. Silent inquiry. Can be out of the pot no.

Whenever such a moment. An Ran felt as if he had experienced the treatment of an old Tang monk. First, he was swept up by a monster and a demon wind. Roll to the cooktop. Then he met the chilling eyes of the monsters. Fortunately. Yokai don't eat people. They only eat meat.

Chef Ann finished his routine vomiting. He nodded deeply at the three youkai. Denote. Can.

The three youkai once again rolled up a whirlwind. With extremely familiar movements and extremely swift speed, six huge elbows are out of the pot. Two pots in one pot into three pots. Serve to the table.

Actually, it's a normal procedure. The elbow is to be put upside down on the plate. Then pour the remaining soup from the wok over it.

Strictly speaking. "Chop" is one of the most important cooking methods. It is also a representative feature of the finished dish. There are a lot of subdivisions here. Anyway, the minimum requirement is to put the dish on a plate. Look good-looking.

But. To the three youkai who are in a hurry to put their elbows in their stomachs. This characteristic of "grilled" dishes is really a bit embarrassing. That's what they say. Exercise. Isn't it just a fork? Tired or not. There is that "picking" kung fu. I'm half elbows down. Waste is not a waste of time. Pure tossing people too.

An Ran felt that the three monsters he raised were more authentic, pure, and authentic than the various demons and monsters in Journey to the West. After those monsters caught Tang Seng. It's not good, it's not good. It's also about studying cooking methods. I want to bathe Tang Seng again and clear my stomach when I am hungry. There are a bunch of stinky problems. If this were to be replaced by these three anxious guys. directly treated the white fat monk as if he was pulling roast chicken. Tear it, tear it, tear it alive. Wait for the senior brother to drive the golden douyun. When he came with a golden rod. I'm afraid that all three of them will eat it with their stomachs, and dessert will come after the meal. I didn't leave a little bit for the big brother for a bone scum.

But. There was no Tang Seng in front of him. There were six elbows. Freshly out of the pot. The house was filled with the thick aroma of meat. Zhao Xiaopang claimed lyrically. He's going to be drunk with the enchanting aroma now. As he spoke, he stretched out his "claws of sin" to the elbow of the basin.

A large dish of six elbows is sufficient. But. An Ran thought it was too tiresome to eat elbows. I also made a few side dishes to relieve oil. It's all hassle-free. Multicolored facelift. Preserved egg tofu. Blanched greens. Vinegared cabbage. Choke on shredded potatoes. White sugar red pestle. Pat the cucumbers. Sesame sauce with cold eggplant. plus a vegetarian stew that safely stole from the fat sister-in-law's pie shop.

For the weekend table. It's still full and hearty.

It's a pity. An Guoqing and Li Caifeng couldn't sit at the table with them as usual. It's all safely divided. Place in a tray. The three guys helped to take it to the lottery station downstairs.

Because it's the weekend. Although business is good. The flow of people is not small. An Guoqing is still "laborious and difficult to do with red elbows." The girl is a good name, "I won myself a small glass of beer."

The three foodies also took the opportunity to gather around Li Caifeng. A flattering smile on his face. This pinched shoulder. That thump. It was like honey on his mouth. If you have a nice word, pour out the basket of baskets. It has only one purpose. "Auntie. Auntie. Let's. Hey. Have a glass of wine, too. There are good dishes today~"

As they get older. An Ran also made a variety of fruit wines with low degrees according to various recipes. Li Caifeng is not as strict with these children in terms of drinking, and she has not been so strict with them in the past few years.

But. If it is not strict, it is not strict. It's impossible to drink casually.