Yan An then made squirrel-shaped mandarin fish and sweet and sour pork ribs, and the remaining dishes were prepared by the cupboard.
"An'an, I've brought Brother Zichen back." The eldest brother, Yan Yi, called out to Yan An from outside.
Just then, Yan An finished cooking and came out of the east kitchen. "Brother Zichen, Big Brother, I cooked this meal today. You must try it!"
"An'an can cook? Then I'd like to have a good taste of it," Mo Zichen said.
"This is the first time we've tasted An'an's cooking. You're really lucky, Brother Zichen." Yan Yi was a little jealous. An'an had never cooked for her own brother before.
"I also made spicy food that Big Brother likes. You have to eat a lot later, or you'll have to watch out for my fist that's as big as a sandbag." Yan An raised his fist.
"Haha, good, my sister is still the best to me."
Yan An: Even when we were about to hit him, he still said it was good, and that I was the best. He's hopeless.
"Let's go to the dining hall for dinner." The three of them walked towards the dining hall.
The table was laden with delicious food. At this moment, Yan An brought over the brewed wine and cups, and poured a cup of lychee wine for each person. This time, Yan An tasted it in advance and thought it was well brewed, sweet and sour, with a refreshing taste of water from the Tianshan Mountains. Of course, no one else knew this.
"An'an, what is this?" Yan's father asked, looking at the cup-like container in front of him.
"This is a glass cup, given to me by the Regent." The Regent, who was far away in the south, took the blame. Actually, it was just a modern glass cup that Yan An had found in a corner of the space not long ago. He didn't know when it appeared and didn't think much of it. Now it came in handy.
"Cheers!" Yan An raised his glass.
"An'an, what does 'cheers' mean?" Yan Yi asked.
"It means toasting and clinking glasses, it's a sign of happiness and joy." Yan An sighed, realizing he kept using modern slang.
The Yan family was used to it, as such things happened often. The family clinked glasses as Yan An had suggested.
"It's sweet and sour, with a hint of fruitiness. What kind of wine is this?" This was the first time Mo Zichen had tasted this kind of wine, and he found it very novel.
"Brother Zichen, this is lychee wine, made with lychees and white wine. You've just recovered from a serious illness, so please don't overindulge," Yan An explained.
"Mother, elder brother, please try this. This is spicy chicken and Mao Xue Wang (a spicy offal dish), made with..." Yan An gave a brief introduction to the two dishes.
"Father, Zichen, this is squirrel-shaped mandarin fish and sweet and sour pork ribs. You should try them, they're sweet."
All four of them picked up some of the food Yan had prepared. "An'an's cooking is even better than the finest delicacies," General Yan praised.
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