Chapter 202 Thoughts

That's it, but being a junior is a rude person to let the elder wait.

Mr. Ou took the crutch leaning against the side and was about to get up. Jian Jie and Mrs. Ou subconsciously helped him, but Mr. Ou directly hit Lu Hanyao's outstretched hand.

"Oh, I'm old and I'm not good at it."

Lu Hanyao curled his thin lips and smiled, "I think you are much more energetic than some time ago."

While talking, the two walked to Osya.

Osya followed the situation and supported the old man's other hand.

A pair of walled men, like golden boys and jade girls, supported the old man from the left and right, intimate and harmonious, and looked like a family from a distance.

Wang Yuanqing, who happened to come from outside the door, caught a glimpse of his father's cold eyebrows through the crack of the door, and subconsciously brought the door of the box.

After sitting down, the dishes were served one after another.

Lao Tanji's dishes have two major characteristics: one is fresh, which is sweet and fresh, and salty, which is delicious and has endless aftertaste; the other is original, which ensures that the most delicious food is made with the least condiments.

In the past, Lu Hanyao loved to eat Lao Tanji's dishes. Sometimes he had no appetite when working overtime late, so he would come over and use it casually.

But today I don’t know why, but I always feel that the taste of the dish is a bit bland.

The dishes on the table are all Lao Tanji's signature brands, including abalone ginseng and wings, delicacies and sea delicacies.

But he felt that the corn porridge and fried bitter melon were not as good as noon.

Seeing that Lu Hanyao had just put the bowl before eating a few chopsticks, Jian Jie thought he had lost his appetite again and whispered: "Why would they add two appetizer dishes?"

When Osya, who was opposite, heard this, gracefully put down the chopsticks in her hand, got up and took out a can of dried radish from the handbag on the sofa, filled some with clean dishes, and placed them on the table.

"Ayao, try this dried radish. It is made according to the flavor of Sichuan and Chongqing. It is salty, fragrant and slightly spicy, and it is very appetizing."

Mrs. Ou also smiled and advised: "Han Yao tried it, it was made by Yaya himself, and it is very suitable for serving food. I, a person who is born to not like spicy food, think it tastes delicious."

Seeing that his son looked faint, Jian Jie picked up the chopsticks and picked up some of them for himself and his son and put them in the bowl.

"Well, it's good, salty, crispy, slightly spicy, how could Siya think of making dried radishes?"

Noting that Lu Hanyao had no intention of tasting it, Osia's eyes flashed and she felt disappointed.

"Grandpa loves pickles and pickles. I rarely rest at home, so I learned to make some dried radishes from my friends. After cooking, I felt that the taste was pretty good, so I brought a few cans over. After dinner, A Yao and Aunt Jie took these home to eat."

Jian Jie smiled with a very proud smile: "Okay, it's hard for Siya to think about me and Aya. Doing these things hurts your hands, your hands are precious, so it's better to leave these things to the servants in the future."

Mrs. Ou: "This child has been like this since he was a child. He always said that the things he had to make are meaningful by hand, and he couldn't persuade him."

Osya's face looked slightly shy, "I have either studied abroad or toured around the world in recent years. I rarely have time to spend with my family. I just want to do something for my family within my ability."

Jian Jie praised her again after hearing this.

Osia looked at Lu Hanyao with a dull expression and said softly: "Ayao, don't you try it? Although this is the first time I have cooked pickles, I believe the taste will not disappoint you."

Mr. Ou nodded in praise, "Ayao, you try it, it's really good. The pickles I have eaten are no less than the rice I have eaten, but no one's pickles have ever tasted as good as the dried radish made by Yaya."

As he said that, Mr. Ou picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth, and he was very happy to eat.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!