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While putting away the knife, Chen Chen called out tentatively, "Grandpa?"

"Hey!" The old man responded and picked him up, "What are you doing in the kitchen?"

Chen Chen suddenly realized...

He is now cooking as "Fu Jinyan".

He glanced at Mu Nian standing behind the old man, and said with a smile, "Cooking."

"Cook?"

"Yeah!" Chen Chen said sweetly, "Luo Luo wants to cook for herself!"

The old man was stunned, "When did Luo Luo learn to cook?"

"Is it difficult? Just read it once and you'll be fine." Chen Chen said while talking, "Grandpa put me down quickly, the chicken wings are about to come out of the pan."

"Whatever you want to eat, let the chef make it for you."

"The food they cook is not as good as mine!" Chen Chen snorted coldly. In this regard, he is extremely confident.

Mommy said that the food he cooks is more delicious than that of a five-star chef.

This is not Mu Nian's blind boasting.

Chen Chen has shown amazing culinary talent since she was a child, and Mu Nian tried to steal from her teacher many times, but no matter how patiently Chen Chen taught her, she just couldn't cook half of Chen Chen's delicious food.

"Nonsense!" the old man said, "These are chefs from five-star hotels, how could they not taste good?"

"Grandpa doesn't believe it, then try my cooking."

Chen Chen was not convinced.

Originally, he swore in his heart that no one but Mommy would want to eat his cooking.

But since the old man questioned him, he might as well prove it to him.

The old man naturally didn't believe it.

He put Chen Chen down, but he was not at ease, so he stood aside and watched Chen Chen take the chicken wings out of the pan. Then, he picked up the soup spoon and poured the toppings on the chicken wings little by little, and then cut the chicken wings just now. Broccoli, decorate carefully on top.

There was one chicken wing left in the pot.

He carefully took it out, put it in a small bowl, and handed it to Fu Tingyu.

"Grandfather, try it." Chen Chen folded his arms around his chest.

Just this one!
The rest is Mommy's, and he doesn't let others taste it.

Fu Tingyu was skeptical, poked it with chopsticks, and worried about whether there was something raw in it.

The chicken wings are fully cooked, the skin is fragrant and tender, and the soup is delicious. The moment the skin is broken, the fresh and tender meat juice flows out with the gap, giving off a fascinating fragrance.

Fu Tingyu was still skeptical, so he blew and took a bite.

The tender and juicy chicken wings had just been bitten open by his teeth, and the delicious taste exploded a firework in his mind.

Fu Tingyu was completely petrified in place.

He stared at the half-bitten chicken wings in the bowl in disbelief, closed his eyes, and savored carefully!

The delicious toppings have already been integrated into the chicken wings, and the heat is absolutely controlled. The chicken seems to melt in the mouth.

"Good... delicious..." Fu Tingyu couldn't find any other adjectives.

He had a serious illness three years ago and was bedridden for two years. Although he had just recovered from a long illness, his appetite had always been poor and he ate very little every day.

Because he had no appetite and didn't eat much, the old man became thinner day by day.

The chef at home racked his brains, but he couldn't cook a dish that suited the master's appetite.

But this chicken wing...

Although it is an ordinary home-cooked dish, it is simple, but it makes people feel an inexplicable warmth.

This is the taste of home.

It is more delicious than those delicacies made by five-star chefs, and it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!