Smith didn't know Yan Tao's itinerary.

He was just waiting for the rabbit and wanted to get close.

Young Master Yan saw it at the airport earlier.

Xiaoqi: Master, this little old man is really willing to work hard to listen to this song.

Yan Tao curled her lips and smiled.

This day was full of dust and she took a plane for seven or eight hours, and she was physically and mentally exhausted.

I fell on the bed and slept comfortably until the next morning.

He practices routinely every day. When Young Master Yan restrains his breath and gets up, it happens to be 7:30.

"Grandma, you didn't cook?"

Grandma Jiang went on a strange strike today. The old lady sat in a stool, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and waved her hand at her grandson.

Young Master Yan moved a small stool and sat over, and his handsome face came to Grandma Jiang, "Grandma, your child is hungry."

The little old lady held the reading glasses and looked at the boy slowly, caressed the boy's hair, "Are you hungry?"

Young Master Yan nodded.

"You turn around and walk forward ten steps, sleep in bed for a while, and you won't feel hungry when you fall asleep."

Yan Tao!!!

Young Master Yan's eyes were grim: "Grandma, did you pick me up from the roadside?"

Grandma Jiang shook her head and lowered her head to pass through the needle and thread, "I picked you up from the trash can."

Yan Tao

The old saying goes well, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Young Master Yan started cooking.

Subai held the kitchen knife with her slender fingers, and cut the tofu into neat pieces and stacked them.

The whole movement was smooth and it was not like cooking. Compared with the tofu, it was impossible to tell which one was whiter.

A light fragrance spreads from the kitchen.

Grandma Jiang held the little stool and sat at the dining table, happily eating breakfast made by her eldest grandson.

Yan Qinkuan's pair of peach blossom eyes fell on the face of the old lady who was having fun, and thought suspiciously: She wouldn't do it on purpose, right?

Grandma Jiang narrowed her eyes with pleasure: The food made by her eldest grandson is Xiaoqi, who is sure to capture the emotions of the little old lady.

"Knock."

Smith chose a good time to visit.

As soon as he entered the yard, he couldn't help but sniff the scent of the meal.

Grandma Jiang warmly invited: "Fry some with me?"

The food on the table is exquisite and beautiful.

All in color, fragrance and taste.

It is a dish made by Yan Tao based on the taste of Chinese people.

Smith's refusal to the point of his mouth turned into a nod: Chinese people really enjoy it.

The taste is fresh and fragrant.

Very delicious.

Smith: Oh, good times!

Great time!

How could it be so good!

He has eaten many high-end dishes, and the meals from various countries have their own local characteristics.

Chinese cuisine is the most unique among them.

The fireworks that appear in the food are not available in all dishes.

After Smith finished eating, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where did you buy this?"

Grandma Jiang pointed to the boy opposite and ate for dinner.

The eldest grandson finally came back, but if he ran away one day.

She needs to eat more.

Smith thought it was Yan Tao who bought it, so he looked over with a questioning look.

“I made it.”

The young man held the chopsticks with his fingers and drank a sip of the soup gracefully.

"No, it's impossible?"

This level can only be achieved by a master who has been immersed in cooking for at least ten years.

Yan Tao made it when she was in her teens?

Smith was so shocked that his eyes almost fell off, and he opened his mouth in surprise: "Yan, you not only know how to play the piano, but also have such good grades, but you can even cook food?!"

Oh my God!
Chapter completed!