Chapter 673 The History of the Matchmaker of the Water Yi People 7
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Seeing that Shui Yiren suddenly lengthened the end note, Tong Jin immediately understood: "I'm coming, I'm coming, you go quickly, I haven't seen my father for a long time." Please search (product @ book ¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update"
"Good! You come, you come, Sister Qiu'er, you can do it slowly, the ingredients are not enough, let Du Mei pick it for you. Shui Yiren squeezed his eyes at Zheng Qiu'er, and suddenly made Zheng Qiu'er blush.
Seeing that Shui Yiren left and went out, Tong Jin's tense nerves suddenly eased, his back that had been straightened collapsed, he sighed, put down his chopsticks and wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist, and he looked at Zheng Qiu'er and smiled snickering, and also smiled and said, "Miss Zheng is smiling." ”
"No, no," Zheng Qiu'er waved her hand: "This kind of Tong Gongzi is very special, you seem to be very afraid of the Yiren." ”
"Hey, you don't know her, she's a little fox who tosses people, and she can't clean her up after tossing people." As soon as Shui Yiren left, Tong Jin immediately returned to the appearance of a handsome son, brushed the ground and opened the folding fan and shook it gently, smiling helplessly, but it made people feel as warm as a spring breeze.
"After you say that, it seems like this, and she often plays tricks on me." Hearing this, Zheng Qiu'er thought for a while and nodded, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I'll get tired of eating too much of this eggplant, so Tong Gongzi might as well try this pair of skin milk." ”
"Double Skin Milk!" Tong Jin's eyes lit up, and he saw a bowl of white and tender things that looked like bean brains and were not bean brains presented in front of him.
"I once tasted this kind of food when I went to the coastal area, and I was thinking about selling this dessert recipe, but the family didn't want to sell it, and I haven't forgotten this smooth taste after coming back for so many years."
"Ugh!" Zheng Qiu'er was a little nervous, when Shui Yiren taught her, no one would make this pair of leather milk, she didn't do it well, and others couldn't figure it out, who knew that Tong Jin actually knew this dessert, and her excited heart was instantly defeated, and she wrung her fingers and said nervously: "Tong Gongzi is really knowledgeable, this, this is also the first time I have done it, I don't know if the taste is right." ”
"The first time I did it, it looked good, and it should taste good." Tong Jin seemed to see her nervousness, and immediately scooped a spoonful into her mouth, nodding her head after tasting it. "Well, it's delicious, I haven't tasted this for a long time, and today is really a blessing for Miss Zheng."
Seeing that Tong Jin had finished eating the double-skin milk he made, Zheng Qiu'er was overjoyed, "Tong Gongzi, why don't I make you another bowl." ”
Tong Jin reminisced about the taste just now, although it was not authentic back then, but it still tasted very good, so he nodded and said, "Okay, but can I ask first, how did Miss Zheng make this dessert?" ”
"Huh? Yes, this is what Yiren taught me to do, I just learned it, and I only learned these two things, which made Tong Gongzi smile. Saying that, Zheng Qiu'er smiled, with a little shyness, but completely forgot what she looked like now, her little face was black, her head was wrapped in a blue cloth, and she was wearing a blue cloth flower apron, if you don't know her, almost no one will recognize her.
"It's her again!" Tong Jin shook the fan a few times, pondering the difficulty of digging out the formula from Shui Yiren's mouth, and suddenly his essence flashed, staring at Zheng Qiu'er, who turned around and began to make double-skin milk.
"Miss Zheng, let me help you, the two of you can do it faster."
Tong Jin wanted to get that recipe, but Zheng Qiu'er thought that this Tong Jin should be very fond of double-skin milk, and he must learn this perfectly.
But the water Yiren hid outside the kitchen to hide his mouth and snicker.
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