He was completely unaware that Luo Jiabao had seen his fooling around. While complaining that Luo Dahai was not good to his son, Cai Qiaoying led the confused Luo Jiabao home.

As soon as he entered the yard, Luo Jiabao came back to his senses because there was a smell of fragrance spreading in the air.

Like an invisible little finger, it scratched Luo Jiabao's nose, and saliva was secreted uncontrollably.

Luo Jiabao knew that this was his father Luo Dahai’s dish.

When I was burning the fire in the kitchen just now, I knew that his father had prepared several hard dishes today.

The aroma of the food finally made Luo Jiabao's mind temporarily withdraw from the previous impact.

"Look at your dad, it's really a big fanfare to invite a guest."

Cai Qiaoying naturally smelled the aroma of the food, but in her opinion, Luo Dahai, a chef who was covered in smoke, had nothing she could like except cooking a few dishes.

The mother and son entered the yard here, and Luo Wanwan's house had already set up a kang table and was about to start dinner.

Erga sat cross-legged on the kang, looking at the pottery basin brought by Uncle Luo. It was rosy and greasy with diced meat, and white sesame seeds were sprinkled on it.

"Uncle Luo, what dish are you doing? This is too delicious, right?"

Erga shouted exaggeratedly, it was really the salty fragrance that was spicy, and there was a special fragrance that was faintly scented in the spicy, which kept teasing his nose.

Luo Wanwan looked at the small pot of meat and guessed that this should be the rabbit given to him by Erga Ge yesterday.

After passing through her father Lao Luo's hand, the rabbit meat that had no taste and even had a bit of earthy smell changed and became fragrant and attractive.

"Come on, eat while it's hot, I still have red fruits in the pot."

Luo Dahai put a plate of mountain delicacies on the table and urged several children to move their chopsticks.

"Uncle Luo, stop busy. These dishes are enough to eat. You can join us quickly.

Although Song Chengxiao met Luo Dahai only once, he could feel that this uncle was a generous and enthusiastic person.

The biggest one of them is him, who is only seventeen years old, but Uncle Luo did not underestimate them at all. He treated them equally as adults when he invited them to dinner.

I'm afraid even his father Lao Song can't do this.

"It's okay, it's fine, just eat happily. You Uncle Luo, I don't have great skills, but I'm still very confident in cooking. Try my uncle's skills and see how it's better than your city?"

Luo Dahai touched the back of Luo Wanwan's head kindly, picked up chopsticks and picked up a piece of rabbit meat for his daughter.

The child suffered a lot yesterday and had to eat more good food to supplement.

Song Chengxiao is the grandson of Wu Bowen in Renzhen, and the grandson of Mr. Wu. He has nothing to choose when dealing with people, and Luo Dahai secretly praised him.

Especially Song Chengxiao is chubby and can be eaten at first glance.

The chef likes people with good appetite the most.

"Dad, sit down and eat together."

Luo Wanwan held his father's hand and advised Luo Dahai to eat with them.

If she hadn't had her feet inconvenient now, she would have gone to help her father cook long ago, so how could she have let her father work alone?

"Look, you're all eating?"

Before Luo Dahai could say anything, Cai Qiaoying took Luo Jiabao into the house after lifting the cotton curtain.

Looking at the seven plates and eight bowls on the kang table, Cai Qiaoying felt a little unhappy.

Luo Dahai made these for his baby daughter. Even when Jiabao celebrated his birthday, Luo Dahai specially gave the children a whole table of good dishes.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a little sad.

"Jiabao, come and have a meal with your sister."

Luo Dahai pretended that he didn't see Cai Qiaoying's expression, and called his son to come over for dinner.

"Jia Bao comes."

Luo Wanwan saw Luo Jiabao's expression stupid, not as lively as before, nor was it bad, and he felt a little strange.

But this is my younger brother, although she is not her own brother, but her father's own son.

Luo Jiabao let go of his mother's hand and quietly walked to Luo Wanwan and the others. Erga held the creaking nest and was carried onto the kang.

Cai Qiaoying saw Luo Wanwan and knew how to greet Luo Jiabao, and her face looked a little better.

Taking this opportunity, Luo Dahai pulled her outside the house and prevented her from standing in Luo Zhan's stubborn house to affect the children's meals.

"You can pull me? I will leave myself."

Cai Qiaoying twisted her body and shook her face to Luo Dahai.

"I've left you the food, let's eat in the outhouse, don't bother the children."

Luo Dahai was thoughtful, afraid that the children would not be free enough when they were there.

"You're the one who cares a lot."

After uncovering the big name on the chopping board of the outer room, Cai Qiaoying complained, then picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat to taste.

The whole mouth was soaked by the strong aroma of the sauce at the mouth, with a little spicy and a unique aroma of tangerine peel. After chewing it, it was dry and crispy on the outside, and the rabbit meat inside was a little soft and tender.

Cai Qiaoying has to admit that Luo Dahai’s cooking skills are undeniable.

"How is this dish of dried tangerine peel rabbit tastes good, right?"

Luo Dahai looked satisfied when he saw Cai Qiaoying eating his food, and felt a little proud, so he also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

"It seems that our Gada doesn't do this? This is the first time I've eaten it."

Cai Qiaoying served two of them a bowl of rice. Such a delicious dish cannot be used to serve.

Luo Wanwan and the others also moved their chopsticks in the room. Luo Wanwan ate the piece of rabbit meat that his father had just picked up for her into his mouth, and savored his father's skills carefully.

Song Chengxiao was not in a hurry to move his chopsticks, but first saw Luo Wanwan eating with an enjoyable look on his face.

I couldn't help but feel happy. The little girl looked thin, but she looked like a foodie when she was eating, and she was as good as him.

"Luo Wanwan, Uncle Luo's cooking is so delicious."

Bai Kaitai gave a pertinent evaluation. The shadow of being punished for losing playing cards just now seemed to be smoothed by the deliciousness of this table.

"Isn't it? My dad's cooking skills are really amazing."

Luo Wanzhan was very happy to receive the praise, and even looked at Bai Kaitai.

"I haven't eaten this dish before. It's a bit spicy, but it smells so good that it makes people unable to stop."

Erga felt that he underestimated Uncle Luo, but he didn't expect Uncle Luo's skills to be so good. Although the two families live close together, Uncle Luo is mostly busy with work outside.

There are not many village banquets in this village, and there are one or two times a year, but the dishes that locals like to eat are not as delicate as stir-frying.

The first time he ate the stir-fry carefully cooked by Uncle Luo, he realized that Uncle Luo's skills were more powerful than he had thought before.

"This dish should be Sichuan cuisine, but I didn't expect Uncle Luo to have this trick."

The knowledgeable Song Chengxiao pointed out the origin of this dish of dried tangerine peel rabbit. He was also a little surprised that a village banquet chef could still cook Sichuan cuisine. You should know that Baimi Village and Shu are one north and one south, and are far apart.

"You are right, Brother Song, you eat more, thank you for helping me yesterday."
Chapter completed!