As Mr. Bai spoke, he looked at his granddaughter and said, "Let me tell you, my granddaughter's cooking is absolutely amazing. A restaurant chef is nothing compared to her. Everyone who has eaten her dishes has to say, 'Good!'"
Mr. Bai deliberately said the last word "good" louder, raised his thumb while speaking, and raised his chin slightly.
There was a look of defiance in his eyes, as if he was declaring to the other party that his granddaughter's cooking skills were no less than anyone else's.
After saying that, he glanced at Bai Yalan, and the meaning was very clear: don't embarrass your grandfather.
Old Master Fu said disdainfully, "Hey, you old thing, how can you boast like that? What's the big deal about being a restaurant chef? Could it be that your family is the imperial chef? Oh my, old thing, please stop kidding me, it's making me laugh to death."
The two old men had stubborn expressions on their faces. Although they were both old with gray hair, they were like competitive children at this moment. They had to win the battle on the topic of cooking.
Bai Yalan couldn't sit still after praising her grandfather so much.
Grandpa was bragging too much. Bai Yalan looked helplessly at the old man who was as childish as a child and couldn't do anything about him.
The unconvinced Mr. Bai immediately waved his hand to drive her away, "Xiao Lan, go, go, go to the kitchen and show your skills. You can't lose. I, your grandfather, want to make this old guy convinced today."
Bai Yalan was almost in tears. Grandpa, you know how much your granddaughter weighs, right?
She only knows how to cook a few home-cooked dishes. Although her cooking skills are not bad, they are not as exaggerated as her grandfather boasts.
Bai Yalan was helpless. Her grandfather was obviously serious, so she had to go to the kitchen to save her grandfather's face.
Thus, the controversy over whose grandchildren were better cooks came to a temporary end. The two younger generations went to the kitchen to cook. The two elders felt that drinking tea alone was boring. At their age, the greasy pastries were too sweet to eat after just two bites. Bored, Grandpa Fu simply found a chessboard and set it up. Along the Chu River and Han River, the two elders each took their place and began to deploy their troops.
Bai Yalan had just walked into the kitchen, and her eyes first fell on Fu Yunzheng who was preparing ingredients.
Fu Yunzheng turned around immediately when he heard the noise. After all, he was a soldier, and his sharpness made Bai Yalan amazed.
Fu Yunzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he showed a gentle smile: "Why are you here too?"
Bai Yalan felt a little embarrassed, her hands unconsciously clenched at her sides, and she smiled politely: "Well, I'll come and help."
As she spoke, she walked over, picked up the selected vegetables next to Fu Yunzheng and started to wash them.
When she came closer, a refreshing fragrance came from her body, refreshing the heart.
Fu Yunzheng suddenly felt nervous for no reason. "Um...Bai Yalan, just sit there. Let me take care of this."
Bai Yalan smiled, and said helplessly: "Let me do it. Grandpa asked me to come over and show off my skills. I can't embarrass him."
Her voice was a little soft, with a barely perceptible hint of nervousness.
It is said that old children are like children when they are old. The old saying is indeed true.
Who can tell her, is it necessary to compete for who is better when it comes to cooking?
They don't all want to be cooks.
Bai Yalan was very depressed. If she had known this, she would not have followed him.
Seeing that it was Grandpa Bai who sent someone over, Fu Yunzheng couldn't help but laugh, and it was not difficult for him to guess what the two old men were thinking.
At this moment, Fu Yunzheng seemed to notice her discomfort. He wiped his wet hands, took down the apron hanging next to him and handed it to her: "Put this on first, so as not to dirty your clothes."
Bai Yalan walked forward and took the apron, and their fingertips touched unexpectedly.
Fu Yunzheng's fingers, which had just been wiped clean of water, were a little cold, while Bai Yalan's hands were as warm as a piece of jade.
He quickly let go of his hand, his expression rather unnatural. Bai Yalan was also a little embarrassed, and quickly took the apron and tied it on herself. While tying it, she thought to herself, this guy is quite thoughtful and considerate.
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