Two days later.

The Xiang brothers and sisters came to the small courtyard together. Before they entered, they could smell the aroma wafting in the air.

The brother and sister looked at each other silently, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

This tastes so fragrant, even better than what the chef at Jinling Hotel makes!

Xiang Nanfang asked curiously: "Brother, who do you think is cooking inside? Is it Brother Qiao?"

"No way?"

Xiang Beili subconsciously rejected this speculation. He felt that 'Qiao Yicheng' was too young, and even if he learned it from his mother's womb, he might not be able to make such delicious food.

"I think it was Brother Qiao who did it."

Compared to Xiang Beifang who was hesitant, Xiang Nanfang showed unusual trust.

When Xiang Beifang heard this, he felt upset for no reason and became angry.

"Whether it is yes or no, you can find out if you just go in and take a look."

Boom!

Boom!

Xiang Beiyi took a step forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the wooden door of the courtyard slowly opened, and Sanli raised her head and glanced at the two of them.

"Brother Xiang, are you here?"

When Xiang Beifang helped move, Sanli was at the scene, so she knew Xiang Beifang.

"Yes." Xiang Beifang nodded with a smile and said in a friendly tone: "Sanli, where is your brother?"

Sanli pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said, "Big brother is cooking in the kitchen."

Did he really do it?

There was a look of shock in Xiang Beifang's eyes, and he found that he could not see through the person 'Qiao Yicheng' more and more.

At such a young age, he not only has excellent grades and hands-on skills, but also is impeccable when it comes to dealing with people.

Neither humble nor arrogant, he has his own cognitive system in his heart.

Of course, some of the above contents were thought by Xiang Beibu himself, and some were said by his father unintentionally.

Before that, Xiang Beiyi thought that he knew 'Qiao Yicheng' well enough. Who would have thought that the other party would give him another surprise today.

Cooking may seem like a small art, but it is not that simple to succeed in learning. Hard work, talent, famous teachers, and opportunities are all indispensable.

Every chef at the Jinling Hotel started learning cooking at a young age and studied painstakingly for decades before achieving success.

But today there was a person who broke Xiang Bei's inherent knowledge.

‘Qiao Yicheng’, an ordinary person born in an ordinary family, not only has to study, but also takes care of his younger brothers and sisters.

It can be seen from this that the other party must not have much time to practice cooking skills.

'Could it be...that this is genius?'

'No matter what you learn, you can master it once you learn it?'

Seeing his eldest brother frozen on the spot, Xiang Nanfang couldn't help but give him a gentle push.

"Brother, don't be stunned, hurry in."

Entering the small courtyard, Xiang Nanfang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the layout of the courtyard with interest.

There is a jujube tree in a small position in the yard. The winter jujubes in August are in their breeding season, and the branches are already covered with swollen jujubes.

Under the jujube tree is a set of bamboo tables and chairs made of Eight Immortals. The chairs are dark red in color and have an oily sheen on the surface. This shows that this set of tables and chairs is quite old.

Moving his eyes further to the left, there turned out to be a playground with swings, seesaws, and slides.

Looking at the equipment that has not yet been painted, it is obvious that this set of toys has just been made.

'The children of the Qiao family are so happy.'

The Xiang family has implemented a military education for their children since childhood. Xiang Nanfang has basically never played with these childhood toys.

Although she secretly wanted to play, there was too little personal time left for her.

Looking at the amusement park in front of him, Xiang Nanfang was quite eager to try it out, but after all, it was his first time at someone else's house, and it felt a little bad to indulge himself like this.

After a few more lingering glances, Xiang Nan conveniently withdrew his gaze.

Hearing the chirping of cicadas in midsummer and sniffing the fragrance in the air, Xiang Nanfang took a deep breath.

You should be very happy living here, right?

Xiang Beifang, who was about to enter the main room, suddenly noticed that there were no footsteps behind him and couldn't help but turn his head.

Seeing my sister stop in the middle of the yard, I was a little surprised.

"south?"

"Coming!"

Hearing his elder brother's call, Xiang Nanfang quickly recovered his mind and followed him quickly.

"Brother Xiang, Sister Nanfang, please sit down."

After entering the main room, Sanli smiled sweetly and said hello with a smile, then walked to the table and took out a box of tea.

My elder brother just bought this tea a few days ago. It is said that the price is not cheap, costing more than ten yuan per pound.

Although things are getting better and better now, Sanli still feels a little sad when she hears this price.

It's only a dozen yuan. It's such a waste to buy such a pound of tea that neither quenches hunger nor quenches thirst.

However, who likes the elder brother? As early as a few days ago, Sanli had silently written down the name of the tea.

She thought that when she made money in the future, she would buy a lot of tea and let her elder brother drink it every day.

With quick hands and feet, she made the tea, and Sanli brought the tea one cup at a time.

"Brother Xiang, Sister Nanfang, you guys have tea."

"Yeah." Xiang Beifang nodded without saltiness. He actually didn't like drinking tea very much. Compared to tea, he preferred drinking soda.

In his impression, only adults like drinking tea. There is also Kung Fu tea, which takes more than ten minutes to drink.

The long wait is definitely a kind of torture for a young man like him.

As the saying goes, dragons give birth to nine sons, all of whom are different. Xiang Beifang doesn't like drinking tea, but his sister Nanfang loves tea.

Xiang Nanfang, who often drank tea from his father, was keenly aware of the quality of tea.

"Thank you Sanli." Xiang Nanfang smiled softly.

On the other side, Xiang Beifang was a man who couldn't sit still. Smelling the aroma wafting from outside, his heart was scratching like a cat.

The next second, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

Xiang Beifang asked impatiently as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Yicheng, what is burning in the pot? It smells so good!"

Li Jie said without looking back: "Stewed raw meat."

Stewed Shengqiao is a famous dish in Jinling. The traditional method involves killing the eels alive and removing the bones, then pounding the eel meat with a wooden stick, and finally adding onion, ginger, cooking wine, sugar and other seasonings and simmering it slowly over low heat.

It's like a Kung Fu dish.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to be able to cook this dish!"

Xiang Beifang excitedly patted Li Jie on the shoulder, and then he became curious again.

"Yicheng, who did you learn this dish from?"

In the 1970s, unlike later generations, information dissemination was not smooth, and many famous dishes required finding a corresponding master to learn them.

"Taught by an old man."

Li Jie casually gave a reason and said perfunctorily.

Xiang Beifang just asked casually and didn't think of asking for details. He just took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up.

"Brother, your skills are excellent!"

At this moment, there was an urgent knock on the door.

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PS: I have a cold, and I seem to have a slight fever. This cold came out of nowhere, and I didn’t catch a cold. Why did it come on suddenly?

After taking the medicine, my head felt dizzy and I couldn't stand it any longer, so I went to sleep.
Chapter completed!