"There are no condiments, and no condiments!"
"Does he only fry lamb?"
Zhou Chunyong thought funny, he felt that he was too reckless to compare his cooking skills with Li Yun, and it was a shame!
This boy should have grilled the barbecue well, and he ate the barbecue for Hu Xiaomeng when she was hungry, so Hu Xiaomeng thought his barbecue was the best.
When people are hungry, even a bowl of white rice can be eaten with relish!
"The third course, done!"
In less than five minutes, Li Yun had already cooked the three dishes and brought them in front of Mr. Hu.
Zhou Chunyong glanced intently, her entire face turned black.
"Stir-fried lamb, fried pork with celery, and a... tomato egg soup?"
"What the **** is this!"
Everyone was dumbfounded. Just these three daily dishes eaten by ordinary people, they want to compare with the king of food?
What's more, in five minutes, stir fry with fierce fire, and cook the dishes casually and easily!
Everyone looked at each other, if they wanted to say it was delicious, judging from the smell, it was indeed not too bad.
Compared with the top delicacy of antelope hanging horns carefully cooked by the king of food, that is pure nonsense!
How does the daily dishes compare with the food king's dishes?
Isn't this self-infuriating!
"I'll have a taste."
He didn't agree with him, but Hu took up his chopsticks calmly on the surface.
"Wait, the last ingredient is still missing!"
"The main ingredient?"
"It's rice!"
Li Yun smiled and put two bowls of rice in front of Hu Lao and Xiaomeng, and made a gesture: "Please use."
The two were taken aback, didn't they try their cooking skills? Why did you bring the rice?
Moreover, the rice for the night did not have any special processing, it was the rice that Li Yun took out directly from the pot with a rice spoon!
Zhou Chunyong was a little uneasy, Li Yun did not show a panic expression until now, nor did he have the slightest intention to admit defeat.
But no matter how Zhou Chunyong looks at it, these three dishes are nothing special!
"Well, not bad, delicious."
Mr. Wu picked up a piece of fried mutton, took a few bites in his mouth, and exclaimed with a smile.
Everyone didn't care. Mr. Wu also admired Zhou Chunyong's antelope hanging horn just now, probably because he didn't want Li Yun to lose too ugly.
Hu Xiaomeng ate a piece of pork, bit his chopsticks, and pondered for a while before he said: "Strange, the elder brother's dishes are obviously not as good as last night, but why does Xiaomeng feel hungry?"
With that, he took a bite of rice, sandwiched a piece of mutton, and then another bite of rice, followed by a snorting sip of soup.
Elder Hu was doing the same actions as her, but the grandfather and grandson didn't even care about evaluating these three dishes, so they ate a large bowl of rice!
Zhou Chunyong's pupils shrank, and he realized that Mr. Wu had only eaten three mouthfuls of his antelope hanging horns, but he couldn't put it down with Li Yun's stir-fried lamb, and he had eaten up most of it!
"good to eat!!"
After taking a sip of the soup, Mr. Hu finally sighed loudly: "I haven't had such an appetite for a long time. These three home-cooked dishes are not very delicious, but they can make people appetite. With the fragrant rice, People can't resist this kind of deliciousness!
Boy, give me another night of rice! "
Old Hu handed the bowl over with his face, Li Yun did not refuse, respecting the old and loving the young.
"Why is it not full?" Old Wu said angrily.
Li Yun smiled, "It's better not to eat so full when you are old, it will help digestion. For the elderly, a seven-point full is the best!"
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