He figured it out all by himself. I saw that there were Huaiyang cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, Northeast cuisine, and one or two Cantonese cuisines. And there were a few left. I don’t know where it was.”

He Yue felt a thump in his heart as he heard it, thinking that no wonder his son had learned the noodles with scallion oil in Shanghai at Honghong Hotel.

And now he is a little confused about the old age.

He knew that Chen Nian had just opened the store, and he also knew that Chen Nian only knew how to make a mapo tofu at the beginning, but he could learn so many dishes in just half a year, and it was not the same dish, all kinds of

There are all cooking methods, what exactly does this child think?

Moreover, aging not only learns to make these dishes, but also makes them perfect.

But just as he was thinking, the door of the private room was pushed open again.

"Mapo Tofu~" Chen Nian came up and reported the name of the dish.

He Yue was energetic and thought that a Sichuan dish finally came.

To be honest, what he is most looking forward to today is Mapo tofu.

Seeing the red, soft, tender and slightly trembling Mapo tofu on the plate, He Yue couldn't help but smile.

Let’s not talk about how it tastes, just talking about it is very good.

However, when He Yue saw the red red oil on it, he gave in a little. He himself couldn't eat spicy food, but today, in order to explore the boss's reality, he could only taste it first.
Chapter completed!