Finally, Chen Nian spread the fried eggs that had just been made on the top of the pan.

"Hongdou, please help me. There is an induction cooker under the table behind. Please help me get it outside."

"Oh, okay." An Hongdou just looked at Chen Nian's operation and felt that he was already stupid. If these things are put together, can they taste delicious?

I knew before that Aged Nian was very good at making dark dishes, and she had eaten them a few times. Sometimes they were really delicious, but this time she felt that she liked to eat everything she put in, but these things

They were all put together, and she felt strange no matter how she looked at it.

"Don't worry, I'm a restaurant owner, can I bring you something delicious?" Chen Nian signaled An Hongdou to rest assured, but An Hongdou couldn't feel at ease.

But at the same time, I was also thinking whether Chen Nian was also testing this way?

As we all know, aged cooking skills are very good, and the foods they make are delicious, not only from the south or the north, whether they are hot or cold dishes, whether they are steamed, cooked, or fried.

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But perhaps in this man's heart, not only should he like the delicious food he cooks, but he also likes the bad food. This is called tolerance.

When An Hongdou was in contact with Chen Nian, she thought she was a more realistic idealist, so the other party might want to see how she would deal with it?

So there was no expression on her face, and she took out the induction cooker and then plugged in the power.

Chen Nian also took out the pot at this time and then took two more bowls: "If you want to make some dipping sauce, you can go to the kitchen."

An Hongdou smelled the very complicated smell in the air, and was constantly thinking about how he should praise him in a while.

That's right, she hasn't eaten yet, and she has already figured out how to praise her. She used to feel that she had fed a lobster so hard that she had a very good effect, and what she had to do now was to strike while the iron was hot.

"What are you going to do?" An Hongdou asked curiously.

"I plan to get some vinegar. This pot is smelly and spicy. I want to get some sour things to see what it tastes like in the end."

After hearing this, An Hongdou couldn't help but take a breath.

But at the same time, I was secretly competing in my heart: "Then I want to be the same as you."

I can’t bear to let my children go and get trapped, isn’t it just a meal? I’ve eaten it!

"Then which kind of vinegar do you want? I have Baoning vinegar, Zhenjiang vinegar, and Shanxi old vinegar." Chen Nian asked again.

"I want Shanxi's old vinegar, this seems to be a little more sour." An Hongdou no longer wants to think about the consequences.

"Oh, didn't we think of going together? My Shanxi old vinegar is three years old and is quite sour. You must eat it later. Don't suck it hard, otherwise it will be spicy and hot.

It's sour again, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it all at once."

"Don't underestimate me."

Then Chen Nian nodded, returned to the kitchen and poured some vinegar into their bowls. There was nothing else. In a while, this is their pot of snail noodles, fat intestines, stinky tofu, and hot pot.
Chapter completed!