But the images were too blurry.
It's like there's a thick layer of gauze covering me and I can't remember it at all.
However, Jiang Ciyou fell into deep thought as he looked at Bo Jinxiu's back.
She felt that her relationship with this man was more than just acquaintance.
There was one thing that confused Jiang Ciyou.
Why does Mumu always call her mom?
While thinking.
There were bursts of fragrance in the air.
The two children were already growling with hunger.
I was instantly attracted by the fragrance.
"What's that smell? It's incense."
Bo Jinxiu came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of soup: "Come and eat."
The two children couldn't wait to run over.
Jiang Ciyou also passed away.
She couldn't believe it.
The man prepared four dishes and a soup in half an hour.
Sweet and sour spare ribs, scrambled eggs with shrimp, beef with green peppers, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of hibiscus mushroom soup.
Jiang Ciyou was dumbfounded: "How did you do that?"
Bo Jinxiu's lips curled up: "It's just practice."
Bo Jinxiu said this in Chinese.
It's classical Chinese again.
What does Jiang Ciyou Bu Mingbai mean?
Still looking confused.
At this time, Zuo Muxia translated beside her: "Mom, what Uncle Bo means is that he cooks every day and is already very skilled."
Bo Jinxiu smiled and ruffled Zuo Muxia's hair: "You are so smart."
Just half an hour.
The four of them gathered around a small dining table again.
The thing is different from what happened just now.
This time, there were no longer a few plates of black mess on the table, but delicious meals with good looks, aroma and flavor.
Mu Mu was already drooling: "Dad, I want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs, sweet and sour spare ribs."
Mumu tapped the table with her chopsticks.
His favorite food is the sweet and sour pork ribs made by his father.
But Dad is really too busy.
There was little time for him to do it.
Bo Jinxiu picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.
But it was not placed in Mu Mu's bowl, but in Jiang Ciyou's bowl.
Bo Jinxiu said, "The sweet and sour spareribs I made are quite good. Try them."
After saying that, he picked up a piece for each of the two children.
The two children couldn't wait to start gnawing on the ribs.
Jiang Ciyou first sniffed it gently.
The taste is really sweet.
It is not only sweet but also has a familiar taste.
Jiang Ciyou finally picked up the chopsticks and put the sweet and sour pork ribs into his mouth.
It is soft and sticky in the mouth, with sweetness and sourness blending together, as if reaching some kind of golden ratio. One more is too sweet, one less is too sour, and the taste is just right.
The sweet and sour taste blooms on the tip of the tongue, and the taste buds start dancing.
Jiang Ciyou had never eaten anything so delicious before.
Although Yan Feng also likes to cook Chinese food very much.
Jiang Ciyou always thought that Yan Feng's cooking skills were good, at least better than those restaurants in Chinatown.
But Jiang Ciyou only took one bite and felt that the difference in their cooking skills was immediately apparent.
The dishes cooked by Mr. Bo are really delicious.
Bo Jinxiu's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Ciyou eating the ribs.
Suddenly I felt a little funny in my heart.
This is exactly the same as in the past.
In fact, Jiang Ciyou has a very picky mouth.
I have no particular passion for food.
But when eating the food he made, he looked calm on the surface.
Whenever I eat something I like, my eyes always light up.
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