France, the fog is thick at this time, and the rain is bright.

The black car parked at the manor and two men in suits came down. No one greeted him or greeted him, because Wanqi Wenzhe had never liked him, and he only had a little Feng beside him.

Walking up the stairs, Wanqian took the umbrella and handed it to Xiaofeng for a few more glances. In addition to covering him with rain, this umbrella also asked him for a business card.

During this trip, Wanqi Wen only brought an umbrella, and Xiao Feng was packing the other luggage.

"The big boss will not come back in two hours. What are we doing now?"

"What about the things I have someone buy?"

“In the kitchen!”

"Okay, you're busy with yours, you don't need to follow me anymore!"

As soon as Wanqiye arrived, he dealt with the important matter. At the same time, he asked someone to buy a pig. These places do not sell internal organs, and the quality is not guaranteed. It is wise to use pig liver and large intestine to cook vegetables.

Most of the people here come from China and are quite skillful in handling these. What Wanqian saw was the washed large intestine and bright red pork liver. They were too fresh and retained the original taste.

To be honest, it's a bit difficult to accept.

"Did she really like these two ingredients?"

The desire to explore knowledge is strange, and it forces people to do it.

Li Nanzi never eats internal organs, but that day she ate two dishes from ordinary restaurants. What does this prove?

Maybe she likes it, maybe there are special ingredients, so it is worth using it. This is what Wanqi Wenzhe thinks.

Before the operation, I have read a lot of related introductions, videos, tutorials, and I have roughly known the key points and detailed information.

As for how to practice it, he has never imitated others. He will try new things in different ways, and there will always be one that is suitable and delicious. Perhaps the ones selected in this way are more novel and more perfect.

Rinse it, turn it over the fat intestines, and cut off the white oil, meshes, etc. on the inner layer. There is not so much fishy smell.

In the next step, some were braised, some were fried, and some were fried directly. There was also a method of hanging it up and drying or roasting wax. Wanqian chose three to try it.

To stir-fry and dry pot, you need to put two dishes into the pot and stir-fry out the grease to make it brown and crispy; hot and hot plates require high heat, and chili is also very important; spicy and sauerkraut have two flavors, which have high requirements for side dishes.

At first it was unpleasant, but later it became more and more interesting. Wanqian was quite looking forward to this attempt.

A pig's intestine was not enough to make too many attempts, so Wanqian finally chose dry-fried fat intestines and spicy fat intestines. The fragrance of the kitchen spread far and as soon as he got home, Wanqian was attracted.

Wanqiyuan is the most familiar with the taste of fat intestines.

"Is this done for me?"

The first question was stumped by Wanqi Wen's criticism.

The smoke from the kitchen reached the window, which could it be captured by Wan Qiyuan? You know, Wan Qiyuan closed the door inside and outside the kitchen, and was still guarded by someone. He never liked to disturb people.

The key is that Wanqian criticized this dish for not being for his father, and he did not know his father's preferences.

After underestimating the nose of the gourmet, Wan Qiyuan identified it outside the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he rushed straight to the kitchen. Who could stop him?

"Do you like it?"

"I can't say I like it the most, but I can say I like it very much!" Wan Qiyuan smiled and looked at the plate of dried and fat intestines. "No, it's all in color, fragrance and taste. It must be not far from the taste of my hometown. Am I welcome?"

Wanqian was expressionless and continued to stir-fry the spicy and fat intestines in the wok, allowing Wanqiyuan to take the plate to the restaurant. The dry-fried fat intestines were not bad, and he had already tasted it.

The spicy and fat intestines naturally have to be both numb and spicy. After Wanqian tasted a piece, he added a lot of ingredients. The taste was enough before it was served.

Wan Qixian still liked this plate work very much, but there was no trace of joy on his face, and he brought it to Wan Qiyuan dullly. Putting down the plate, he turned around and left, and Wan Qiyuan got used to it.

The relationship between father and son has always been very weak, neither anxious nor greasy, just like cooperating with his relationship. The relationship cannot be turned around, but it cannot be close.

“It tastes really good!”

"knew!"

When he returned to the room, Wanqi Wen stood in front of the window and pondered. He finally knew why he cared so much about Li Nanzi. It turned out that a good diner and sharing partner was so important.

Wan Qiyuan knows delicious food and is no less capable than Li Nanzi, but he is not a diner who Wan Qiyuan criticizes his ideals. He doesn’t even have the intention to cook for him, so how can he talk about happiness?

After so many years of not laughing, he has become a facial paralysis. Perhaps it is not a mistake for Wan Qixian to criticize him. The family environment and education, the experiences and moods over the years have made him become a dull and taciturn person, which is natural.

But why did God let him meet Li Nanzi at this age?

"Xiao Feng?"

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"You check Lan Muju!"

"yes!"

After a while, Xiao Feng knocked in and handed Wanqian a tablet.

"Ms. Li didn't go out today. In fact, she hasn't come out since she got home yesterday. During this process, she did not order takeout, did not receive visitors, and did not bring pets to the scene..."

Wanqi Wen nodded, feeling a little strange. Li Nanzi looked so sunny and free, how could he be a doggie girl who was even more dull than him?

Being alone and not going out for a long time can always make people feel lonely and helpless.

"Does her own kitchen stove?"

"According to the landlord and her neighbors, this apartment has a kitchen, but she basically doesn't cook."

"What did she eat at home?"

Xiaofeng smiled but said nothing, and when he looked at the tragic Wanqi Wen, he felt a little gossipy joy. After following the boss for so many years, Xiaofeng rarely saw anyone he cared about.

"Call Lin Chu and ask him to make a signature feature, and send it to the most well-behaved and innocent little girl in the store!"

"This...is good, okay..." Xiao Feng resisted the question, did not disturb the boss's good mood, and went out to call to inquire.

As for whether Lin Chu was working today and whether there were any such little girls in the store, it was left to Xiaofeng to find out. He knew what Wanqi Wen wanted to say.

Lin Chu is the chef of Huodu Restaurant. He is a native of Northern Qin and has all the tastes made by Northern Qin. There is a young waitress in Huodu Restaurant. Only when Li Nanzi can sign for someone who feels least prepared to send them.

"May I?"

"Why can't the boss' order?"

"Then please Chef Lin, I will send you the address. Please ask her to go to the security room to call Miss Li, don't be abrupt!"

"no problem!"

When Li Nanzi heard the phone call from the security room, he was confused. How could anyone deliver food?

Li Nanzi wanted to come down to pick it up, and the security guard said he could take it with him. He opened several doors for the little girl, and he went there to open them in person. However, Li Nanzi was not aware of it.

When I opened the door, I saw this dress, this packaging, this...

"Who ordered this for me?"
Chapter completed!