Qin Yujie ignored him and introduced the braised pork. After the grandfather's eyes were secretly focused on the food box in his hand.

He put braised pork and pigeon soup on the table, and then ran the delicate, small and beautiful strawberries to the kitchen to put them in front of his grandma.

Lin Youling doesn’t like eating desserts very much. On the contrary, the old man Qin Dazhao always eats candy like a child. The doctor has strictly advised him to let Mr. Qin eat less sweet.

So, why did Qin Yujie always turn the blame on his grandfather so successfully during the period when he ate sweets? It was because his grandmother knew the temperament of his old man better than outsiders!

OK, my baby grandson must let me taste it, so I will try it!

Lin Youling didn't believe that a girl who was only sixteen years old and from a rural background could make braised pork that was even stronger than her.

With just this dish, Lin Youling cooked it for no less than forty years.

If it weren't for the fact that the old man of his family could not eat too much meat in recent years and was controlled, Lin Youling would have cooked this every day as before.

How about it? The old woman and the brat can still touch your mouth?

At some point, Qin Dazhao had already arrived at Lin Youling from the chair opposite, waiting for the result after she tried it with a look of eagerness.

Then he saw Lin Youling with a very serious face, as cautious as she was when she was young, holding a gun and going to the battlefield with him. She picked up a piece of braised pork and slowly put it in her mouth, then chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it. It was a bit fast. As soon as he asked, he saw Lin Youling with braised pork and entered her mouth again.

One piece after another, when Lin Youling picked up the fourth piece, Qin Dazhao could no longer hold back the fragrance and picked up the chopsticks to eat.

This old woman is really loving him more and more.

In the past, I would secretly hide anything delicious at home for him.

Now

Humph, he was clearly right in front of him, and the old woman still wanted to eat alone.

Hey, this braised pork is very good, it's a little cold.

On such a hot day, eating hot dishes is also a technical job.

The braised pork sent by Qin Yujie is not very hot, but it is not very cold.

This is the right weather.

After all, the temperature of the food box is still good.

After Qin Dazhao praised this, seeing his grandmother nodded in agreement with her, the smile on Qin Yujie's face began to become a little proud.

You guy, why are you praising you?

The food has been delivered, get out quickly and don’t delay my meal with your grandma.

What does it mean to throw it away after using it?

Qin Dazhao is this.

Why can't you be proud of me as your future wife? Well, you don't want to see me, so I'll get out now!

As the young grandson, Qin Yujie didn't mind at all. He smiled and asked the two elders to eat more, so he got out first.

Waiting for the little grandson to disappear in the living room, the bowl of braised pork on the dining table was almost finished.

Bang!

When Qin Dazhao wanted to continue stretching his chopsticks in, Lin Youling beat him off with one chopstick.

Have you forgotten the doctor's advice?

Don’t want to eat more because it’s made by the future granddaughter-in-law. While going to drink pigeon soup, I’ll help you eat these last few pieces.

Why, you still want to glare at me?

Am I wrong?

Well, this kid's braised pork skills are indeed good, but they are still a little worse than mine.

Lin Youling refused to admit that she did it, but she was not as good as the cooking skills of the little girl from the rural background of Li Tangshi. This smooth but not greasy and sweet and easy to digest was something she could not make with braised pork that she had made for her whole life.
Chapter completed!