Chapter 420

Where does Smith know Yantao's itinerary.

He's just waiting for the hare and trying to get close.

Young master Yan saw it at the airport earlier.

Xiao Qi: Master, the little old man is really willing to work hard to listen to this song.

Yan Tao curled his lips and smiled.

It was a dusty day. After seven or eight hours of flying, she was physically and mentally exhausted.

He fell into bed and had a comfortable sleep until the next morning.

Daily routine meditation and cultivation. When master Yan astringed his breath and got up, it was exactly 7:30.

"Grandma, you didn't cook?"

Mrs. Jiang went on strike strangely today. The old lady sat in a small Mazar, put on Phnom Penh glasses and waved to her grandson.

Young master Yan moved a small Mazar and sat down. His handsome face came up to mother Jiang, "grandma, your child is hungry."

The little old lady held the reading glasses, looked at the boy slowly, caressed the boy's hair lovingly, "are you hungry?"

Master Yan nodded.

"Turn around and walk ten steps forward. Sleep in bed for a while. You won't feel hungry when you sleep."

Yantao!!!

Master Yan had a strange look in his eyes: "grandma, did you pick me up from the roadside?"

Mrs. Jiang shook her head and lowered her head through the needle and thread. "I picked you up from the trash can."

Yan Tao

As the old saying goes, do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing.

Master Yan rose to cook.

With slender white fingers holding a kitchen knife, Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shu.

The whole movement is flowing. It doesn't seem to be cooking at all. Compared with the tofu, the slender fingers can't see which is whiter.

The light fragrance came out of the kitchen.

Mrs. Jiang sat at the dinner table with her pony in her arms and ate the breakfast made by her eldest grandson happily.

Yan Qin's peach blossom eyes fell on the face of the little old lady who had a happy meal and thought suspiciously: won't she do it on purpose?

Mrs. Jiang narrowed her eyes with enjoyment: the meal cooked by her grandson is good ****************************************************************

"Knock knock."

Smith came at a good time.

As soon as he entered the yard, he couldn't help sniffing the smell of rice.

Mrs. Jiang warmly invited, "follow me and have some?"

The food on the table is exquisite and beautiful.

Color, smell and taste.

It is a dish modified by Yantao according to the taste of Chinese people.

Smith turned his refusal into a nod: Chinese people really enjoy it.

It tastes delicious.

It's delicious.

Smith: Oh, good time!

Great!

How could it be so good!

He has eaten a lot of high-end dishes, and the meals of various countries have their own local characteristics.

Chinese cuisine is one of the most distinctive.

The smell of fireworks in the food is not found in all cuisines.

After eating, Smith couldn't wait to ask, "where did you buy this?"

Mrs. Jiang pointed to the boy opposite and ate for herself.

The eldest grandson finally came back, in case he ran again one day.

She needs to eat more.

Smith thought Yantao had bought it and looked at it with questioning eyes.

"I did it."

Holding chopsticks with his plain white fingers, the young man drank soup gracefully.

"No, impossible?"

This level is at least the level that can be achieved by masters who have been immersed in cooking for more than ten years.

Yantao made it as a teenager?

Smith was so surprised that his eyes almost fell off and opened his mouth in surprise: "Yan, you can not only play the piano, your grades are so good, but also cook rice!"

My God?

God, he really met a demon!