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Chapter 17 The face-slapped piano master, the male protagonist appears (1)

Fortunately, in recent years, Lan Jiaojiao has also been very knowledgeable about food. The dishes she cooks occasionally make delicious foods her whole family eat.

Especially Lan Yichen and his son, they praised Lan Jiaojiao as a genius. Not only did they have good academic performance, they should not be underestimated in piano and cooking skills. They are the pride of the Lan family.

Now Lan Yanhao is thinking that when Lan Jiaojiao gets admitted to university and has time, the Lan family will also open a food restaurant. With Lan Jiaojiao's talent in cooking, she will sooner or later catch up with Lianchun Garden.

Lan Jin knew about Lianchun Garden three years ago, and even had it more than ten years ago.

But at that time, Lianchunyuan's business was still very average, not as popular as it is now, and it is not very famous.

But now is different from the past. She has just disappeared for three years, but many things have changed.

It is said that Zhen Muqing, the eldest daughter of the Zhen family, has become the new God of Food and has developed a set of homemade recipes, which has made the business of Lianchunyuan instantly popular.

It has become the most famous Chinese restaurant in Quanzhou. It has only eaten once and is enough to make people linger.

Especially those senior gourmets, who came from all directions, wishing they could stay in three meals a day, claiming that the dishes in Lianchun Garden are the most delicious dishes they have ever eaten in their lives.

"It's really that delicious?" Lan Jin scoffed at this.

Lan Yichen couldn't help but licked his lips. He had never eaten it before, but nodded confidently, "It's delicious."

Lan Jin glanced at him, picked up the teacup and drank a sip of the tea, chuckled, "It seems like you've eaten it."

Lan Yichen choked and said with confidence: "All my friends around me have eaten it, and they all say it's delicious."

"When will you try it?"

She was just a little curious and wanted to see how delicious it was.

"Do you dare to go? Aren't you afraid of breaking your legs?" Lan Yichen was also eager to try.

"If you don't say it, I won't say it, who knows?"

"But what if you meet an acquaintance and tell your family?"

Lan Yichen was still a little cowardly. It was fine if the old man knew about it. He was not that fierce, but his father was fierce. He would definitely break his legs as he said.

"If you are afraid of this and that, then don't go."

Lan Jin looked contemptuous. He wanted to be his father's successor and become a school bully...tsk...

Very disgusted.

"Okay, if you go, remember to call me. It's better for two people to go than one person. I don't believe they are willing to break our legs."

"I heard you went to work during the holiday? What are you doing?" Before the food was served, she had to have a good chat with him.

As a result, Lan Yichen said in a shocking way and was quite proud and proud, "I'm a duck."

"puff--"

Lan Jin had just taken a sip of tea and sprayed it all out. He didn't care to wipe it, and his eyes narrowed dangerously, "Are you serious?"

Word by word, it smells like a bit of apology.

Lan Yichen touched his handsome short hair, looked like he was not flat, and took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Of course it's true, and the business is very good."

"Who taught you how to smoke when you are young?"

The cold air around Lan Jin began to release frequently again, making people shudder.

Lan Yichen didn't know it, and said with a smile and serious expression: "Our grandpa smokes, and my dad smokes too. It's my turn that I can't cut off the incense, right? I have to smoke one quickly."

"Tsk, you're quite reasonable."

Lan Jin leaned over, took away the cigarette he was in his mouth, and then put it into the trash can.

"Hey, hey, what do you mean? Forget it, let's have a meal."

Lan Yichen looked full of resentment and resentment. Fortunately, the dishes were served at this time, so he had to turn grief and anger into appetite and feast on it.

While eating, he muttered, "The taste of this dish is average, it is not as delicious as my sister Jiaojiao."

Lan Jin's move to pick up the food, and her eyebrows frowned almost invisibly, and continued to eat without hesitation.
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