Chapter 2210

She looked up at yuan Wenqian, and saw that the little guy looked at the arrangement of the meal in front of her, without a little loss. She couldn't help gently pulling the corner of her lip.

The little fellow grew up beside the count and knew more than she did. She didn't have to worry about this calm look.

However, yuan Wenqian grew up in the UK when he was a child. His Chinese food is limited and his taste must be different

Not to mention, what he ate in England was not even the tip of the iceberg of national food.

Among the eight major Chinese cuisines, just any one of them, there are thousands of them. The eight major cuisines, the serious Chinese, can't eat them all in their lifetime.

In front of me, on the dark red solid wood round table, all the dishes are Chinese food

Although yuan Wenqian was calm on the surface, his big eyes, shining and confused, had already betrayed him.

He heard granny Wen say that Chinese cuisine has a long history, exquisite technology, rich categories, many genres and unique styles. It is a shortcut to the development of Chinese cuisine for thousands of years and enjoys a high reputation in the world. Today, the dishes on the table are as exquisite as they are beautiful.

Many dishes are beautiful on the plate, some are exquisitely carved, some are simply the image of small animals made of colored dough.

There are many dishes on this table to please yuan Wenqian

Seeing his grandson's mature and calm, Xia Fu smiles and pushes xuelihong, who is carved into a peacock, to the little guy

Yuan Wenqian looked up at Xia Fu, who just smiles lovingly, "have a taste."

Yuan Wenqian looked at his eyes like a live peacock, but he didn't know how to start.

"It's so beautiful. Is it really edible?"

Xia's mother was so cruel by yuan Wenqian's careful manner that she nodded, "can eat, can eat, if Wen Qian likes, we can do it again!"

"Can you carve a dragon?"

"Yes."

Yuan Wenqian picks up his eyebrows. Xia's father directly picks up chopsticks, picks up a piece of the peacock's tail and hands it to yuan Wenqian's mouth.

Yuan Wenqian dodged, "I can do it myself."

Xia Fu's hand stopped in mid air.

Seeing this, Yuan Yao said, "Wen Qian..."

Yuan Wenqian raised his eyes and looked at her. Seeing Yuan Yao's blaming and warning eyes, he opened his mouth obediently.

Xia's father quickly put the pieces of xuelihong on the chopsticks into yuan Wenqian's mouth. Then he heard Wen Qian's crisp voice when he chewed. He looked at him expectantly and asked, "is it delicious?"

Yuan Wenqian nodded. It was cold, sweet and crisp. The glittering place on the surface turned out to be white granulated sugar. It melted into a sweet taste in his mouth. It was very delicious with xuelihong.

In fact, it's not only yuan Wenqian, but also Yuan Yao who has a novel feeling about the dishes at this table

She has never been particular about the appearance of food. Before, what she paid attention to was the taste. But today, she knows that she can't eat without any image as before, so if she looks at it purely with appreciation, it is really attractive

Xia Mingxiu put a small dish in front of yuanyao. Yuanyao looked at him, but he said, "golden melon egg soup, it's delicious. Try it."

Yuan Yao looked down at the things in front of her. In front of her eyes was a half golden fruit bowl. The golden egg soup in it was bright, delicious and smooth.

Xia Mingxiu took the spoon thoughtfully, dug a little at the edge and handed it to yuanyao's mouth.

Yuanyao draws her lips and moves back. In front of her parents, how can she be so funny