He pretended to cough a few times in embarrassment, then changed the subject and said: "Sangua Niang, what you do with this eight-treasure duck is really good. It's even better than any restaurant in town."

Hearing the master's praise of his mother, Sangua felt very sweet.

He raised his head and glanced at his mother, his heart was filled with happiness, and he took a bite of the Eight Treasure Duck ingredients with his chopsticks.

After one gulp, he was so moved that he wanted to cry.

He knew that whatever his mother made was delicious.

"Master, thank you for your praise. You might as well try other dishes, they are also very good." Ding Xiang felt a little bit sad when she saw that Master Wang kept eating the eight-treasure duck. He was stunned to kill half of the whole duck.

have no choice.

She knew that the Babao Duck she made was delicious, but she never held a bowl and gnawed hard like this.

If he didn't mention cloves, Old Master Wang would have forgotten about them. With a hint of expectation, he picked up a chopstick with tiger skin and chicken feet.

He had eaten this tiger skin and chicken feet in a restaurant in town. He heard that it was the specialty of that restaurant. After tasting it, he nodded repeatedly. It really had a unique flavor.

However, as soon as he took the tiger skin and chicken feet in front of him, he felt his taste buds exploding.

The crispy texture and the rich taste of the sauce all attacked his taste buds.

The chicken bones came out successfully without much chewing.

Another dish, delicious!

After trying this dish, Mr. Wang also became very interested in other dishes on the table.

He put his eyes on the table and picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork.

tasty!

Then he picked up a piece of braised chicken wings...

"This, this tastes sweet, but not like sugar." Old Master Wang was shocked, and his eyes widened with every dish he ate.

He didn't care about his image, all his attention was on the delicious food on the table.

Finally, he looked at the unknown fish in the basin.

"By the way, Mr. Wang, this pickled fish should be eaten while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."

Speaking of pickled fish, Ding Xiang was a little annoyed. At that time, she should have changed the order of making Babao duck and pickled fish. The pickled fish should be cooked last.

Nowadays, although the pickled fish is still hot, it is no longer too hot.

However, even though the pickled fish was not just out of the pot, the taste was not even the slightest bit different, but it still successfully captured Mr. Wang's taste buds.

"It's great, it's really great!" Mr. Wang also likes the spicy taste.

When Old Man Lin and his sons and grandsons saw Old Master Wang like this, they couldn't say anything for a while, so they could only silently pick up the food on the table.

It was okay not to eat, but as soon as I ate, I was like a devil, and I also speeded up the speed of picking up the vegetables.

As a result, a banquet turned into a dinner competition.

See who eats more and eats more quickly.

Ding Xiang looked at the few people at the table who were transformed into gluttons with a speechless face, and silently joined the industry.

Well, it is indeed delicious. This is worthy of her.

In the inner hall, Mrs. Lan eats the most crazily, and the speed at which she picks up the vegetables is like a tornado.

“It’s delicious, it’s really good.”

Her three daughters seemed a little more reserved, but they frequently stretched out their chopsticks.

Although Mrs. Wang also likes the food on the table, her eating style is much better and her chopsticks are much more reserved.

Mrs. Lin glanced at Lan Shi displeasedly, and when she saw that the other party was unconscious, she said angrily: "Lan Shi!"

Lan trembled and looked at Old Mrs. Lin with a frightened expression. She still had food in her mouth and said vaguely: "Mom, what's the matter?"

"Do you have less food at home on weekdays? Look at how well you eat!" Mrs. Wang looked disgusted with this shameful thing.

Lan's face turned red and he shook his head.

"But mother, this food is so delicious that my daughter-in-law couldn't hold it back for a while."

These words entered everyone's hearts.

If they were the only ones present, their food appearance might be even worse than Lan's.

A table full of food, the final result was cleaner than a dog licking it.

The corner of Ding Xiang's mouth twitched as she glanced at Old Master Wang, who was rubbing his belly and was obviously a little stuffed.

Well, no matter how delicious this food is, it can't be eaten like this.

"It's so delicious. Every dish is so delicious." Old Master Wang also realized that touching his belly was not very elegant, so he quickly stopped.

He burped and looked at Old Lin with eyes full of jealousy: "My father-in-law, you are so lucky. You have such a daughter-in-law who knows how to cook. You will have endless delicacies in the future."

"My father-in-law, you are joking."

"Okay, that's all for today's meal. I'm full and I'm going to go out to eat." Old Master Wang stood up.

Ding Xiang didn't expect Mrs. Wang to be so easy-going and not pretentious at all, and her impression of him immediately became a little better.

Master, you have a true temperament, which is much better than those hypocritical people.
Chapter completed!