Fu Chengque’s food

There are three dishes on the table, one red, one white and one yellow.

The red ones are oily twice-cooked pork, the white ones are "like snow" tofu, and the yellow ones are salt and pepper shrimps.

The steaming white rice has been served. Wen Yu holds up his chopsticks and his eyes wander between the three dishes, not making up his mind which one to try first.

I have eaten salt and pepper shrimp before, and it tastes good. How about starting with this one?

Fu Chengque sat across from him, leaning forward with his hands on the table, looking forward to it.

Seeing that Wen Yu didn't do anything for a long time, Fu Chengque became anxious and urged: "Why don't you eat it? If you don't want to eat it cold anymore, eat it quickly!"

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at her. She still had an apron hanging on her chest, and the words "It's important to eat" on it were so conspicuous.

"You didn't take off your apron."

Fu Chengque lowered his head and saw that it was true, but he didn't care, "Forget it, the new one isn't dirty either."

She stood up again, showed it from the front, and then said with excitement: "Among thousands of aprons, I fell in love with this one at a glance. Did you know it was shining at the time? Look at it, 'FanFan', isn't it cute?"

~" He said, twisting his body slightly.

"Really cute."

"Hehe. Eat it after you finish reading it!"

After Wen Yu calmed down, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I'll try Mr. Fu's 'twice-cooked pork' first!"

"OK!!"

He picked up a piece of meat, held it at eye level, and watched the red oil dripping down from it. The color was quite authentic. After all, once the bean paste is cooked, it will remain the same color as long as it doesn't burn the pot.

It’s just this piece of meat…

"I cut it thicker, and my knife skills are not good, so don't mind..." Fu Chengque in front of him explained, with a look of shame on his face.

Relatively thick.

It is about half the thickness of the little finger. If this can be called "relatively thick", Wen Yu thinks that Fu Chengque's "very thick slice of meat" should be a whole piece without cutting it.

Fortunately, this piece of meat has been boiled for half an hour, so it should be done.

Wen Yu tilted his head, looking past the meat slices to look at Fu Chengque across from him.

Seeing that her face was filled with more anticipation and her eyes were flashing with confusion, I had no choice but to swallow the words of rejection and replace them with hesitant words.

"I ate?"

"You eat it!"

"Did I really eat it?"

"Why don't you eat it?"

"Does your phone have battery?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Have it?"

"have."

"That's good. Should I eat it?"

"Eat!" Fu Chengque said fiercely.

When Wen Yu saw that he couldn't escape, he became cruel, took the piece of meat in his mouth, and took a hard bite.

In an instant, the oily water in the meat overflowed, half of it flowed into Wen Yu's mouth, and the other half fell along the lips and chin. The oily feeling went straight to the forehead, causing a violent dizziness——

This bite is so dizzying!

But even so, he still chewed and swallowed it.

There are no shortcomings except that the meat is cut too thick and the oil and water in the meat are not forced out when frying, resulting in the meat being too oily!

"How do you like it? I think you taste so delicious that you're going to faint!"

“Not bad, not bad, delicious!”

"Really!?"

"Really, you can try it yourself later." Wen Yu nodded and praised: "It is rich in color, tangy with the aroma of sauce, fat but not greasy, and has a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth. It is authentic and delicious!"

"Hey, hey, it's my first time to make it too. I found it quite difficult to choose this dish, but I still wanted to challenge it. I didn't expect that I succeeded just by making it..."

"As expected of Mr. Fu, he really has the taste of a 'special chef' in this aspect."

After that, he took out a piece of paper and wiped away the oil from the corners of his eyes and the tears from the corners of his mouth.

This time I protected her without leaving any trace, I hope someone will understand in the future.

"Wow hahaha -" Fu Chengque was so happy that she smiled a few times with her hands on her hips and took the initiative to push a plate of tofu over, "Try this again. Although it is broken into pieces, but..."

"It's okay, it's okay, tofu is delicious no matter how you cook it."

"I feel so too!"

You feel like shit too.

Wen Yu was ready to die. A mouthful of poison is poison, and the rest is medicine.

This time, he stretched out his chopsticks without any hesitation, picked up two pieces of tofu dregs with difficulty, and put them into his mouth.

Suddenly, a sour feeling came over me.

This rich acetic acid is an acid that can only be accepted by people from the northwest.

Wen Yu twitched his cheeks a few times and swallowed it whole. Not to mention, the sour soaked tofu dregs mixed with the lard that just couldn't be dissipated from his mouth, unexpectedly became delicious, not unpleasant to eat and also made him feel tired!

He couldn't help but praise, "Unexpected! Unexpected!"

"What's the matter!? What's the matter!?" Fu Chengque was overjoyed.

"I thought that if the tofu dregs were broken into pieces like this, it would taste very unpleasant..."

"Yes, yes, actually!"

“It’s a bit unpalatable.”

"..."

"but!"

"Huh!?" The girl immediately became excited again.

"May I ask Chef Fu, did you add any special ingredients to it?"

"Uh? No..."

"Yes, it's sour, it's a little sour!"

"Jealous?"

"Yes, that's it! You must have added a lot of vinegar, and it unexpectedly goes well with this dish and whets your appetite!"

"Thick thick thick - my hands shook a bit, I thought I added too much."

"That's great. This may be a genius. He knows it by instinct, and with a shake of his hand, it's natural!" Wen Yu praised, "Next time you come to Xiaogua and the others, you must not do this less.

vegetable."

"Wa hahaha--"

Fu Chengque was so proud that she was snorting and laughing so hard that she couldn't even close her mouth.

After a while, she looked at the salt and pepper shrimp that was the worst creation on the table, and said regretfully: "I was the most confident about this dish, and I even looked for a video to watch it and made it as the first dish. Now it seems,

It actually tastes the worst..."

"Is this still happening?"

Fu Chengque nodded, "That's good. I'll eat this shrimp dish by myself, and you can just eat the other two."

Wen Yu was shocked, his soul was panicking and trembling, "It can't be done, it can't be done!"

"Um?"

"I...I..." Wen Yu was a little anxious. He was usually super powerful when he opened his mouth, but why was he stuck at this critical moment?

"You?" Fu Chengque looked confused.

With a flash of inspiration, he said: "Mr. Fu."

"What's wrong?"

"You're the one cooking for me today, right? Not counting the fun we had when we were kids, this is the first time you've cooked for me."

"Yeah, it's not done well."

"No, no, it's already very good. I like it very much." Wen Yu began to speak sincerely, "It's a very special feeling when you cook for me, and it's also a special experience. I've been looking forward to it very much these days. I also

I keep telling myself in my heart, no matter how delicious the food you cook is, I will definitely finish it, that’s what you want.”
To be continued...