Being affirmed by others is always a pleasant feeling, she explained in her heart.
After a busy period, both of them started to stir-fry a few dishes. In just a few moments, eight dishes and a soup were served on the table.
Over there, the battle between the two old men on the chessboard was nearing its end.
"Hey, it's a draw." Mr. Fu put down the chess piece and waved his hand. "Let's eat. We'll continue after we finish eating."
The aroma of the food filled the air and went straight into people's noses. Mr. Bai could no longer sit still, so he quickly dropped the chess piece in his hand and sat over.
When the old people saw the dishes on the table clearly, their eyes lit up: the golden and crispy braised fish, the bright red braised pork, the fragrant Kung Pao chicken, and the green onions, the tender stir-fried lettuce and the stir-fried green beans.
I also prepared a sweet candied banana, and considering the age of the two old men, I also steamed a minced meat and egg custard, sprinkled with a layer of chopped green onions.
Finally, I added a small vegetable and tofu soup, making the whole dish quite filling.
A table full of fresh dishes, with an attractive green sheen, steam rising continuously and emitting a rich green aroma.
The two old men took a deep breath, a satisfied smile on their faces, and praised: "It smells good, really good!"
"Grandpa, stop talking and eat."
Bai Yalan had already served the rice and handed it to the two old men. Fu Yunzheng took the soup bowl and poured a bowl of soup for each of them. Finally, he poured a bowl first and handed it to Bai Yalan. Bai Yalan smiled and said thank you, then poured a bowl for herself.
Mr. Fu had already taken the initiative and took a bite of the fish. "Hmm, it tastes pretty good." He then quickly called out to the two younger generations, "Stop busying yourself. Sit down and eat, sit down and eat."
Not wanting to be left behind, Old Master Bai picked up a piece of fish and ate it with relish: "I have to say, this fish is indeed cooked well. Yun Zheng, your cooking skills are not bad."
The old man praised it while eating.
Seeing that Mr. Bai praised his grandson, Mr. Fu also reciprocated and took a piece of braised pork.
As he ate, he said, "This meat is not bad either. It's served on a plate and topped with shredded green peppers. It looks delicious, and it tastes even better. Xiaolan, you're the one who made this dish. You're quite skilled."
Old Master Fu also gave a thumbs up. It was no wonder that he misunderstood. As a grown man like his grandson, he would never think of using so many ingredients when cooking a dish. As long as it tasted good, he would not care whether it looked good or not.
The two old men praised him so much that the two younger generations looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Bai Yalan quickly smiled and clarified, "Grandpa Fu, you're mistaken. I was the one who cooked Qingsi'er, but Captain Fu cooked this meat. I dare not take credit for it."
Fu Yunzheng also hurriedly explained, "Grandpa, Grandpa Bai, this braised fish is not made by me, it's made by Bai... Yalan Yuzhi."
"Oh, that's what I told you." After hearing this, Mr. Bai slapped his thigh and said, "I told you that my granddaughter's cooking skills are pretty good. What do you think, Old Master? Are you convinced?"
When Mr. Fu heard this, he immediately became unhappy. "Get lost! How is my grandson's braised pork any worse? Look at the braised meat, so soft and tasty. Look at the sauce, hehe, it's no worse than your granddaughter's."
"Nonsense, Old Man Fu, don't be so stubborn. It's obviously my granddaughter who cooked this fish better."
"You're talking nonsense. Stop lying with your eyes open. My grandson's braised pork is obviously not bad, and it's even better than fish."
"Get lost, fish BBQ is obviously better."
"You're talking nonsense! It's obvious that my grandson's braised pork is the best."
The two of them started arguing again, talking back and forth.
Bai Yalan and Fu Yunzheng were both helpless at the sight of these two old naughty boys. They began to persuade them, "Grandpa, stop arguing and eat first. Didn't you say you were hungry? Come on, eat some vegetables."
Fu Yunzheng also advised, "Grandpa, Grandpa Bai is a guest here, and you are the Dongyu, you can't let people see you as a joke. Eat, eat!"
While talking, he picked up a lot of the old man's favorite dishes for him. Mr. Fu was very happy, so for the sake of his grandson, he snorted and didn't care anymore.
Bai Yalan also hurriedly picked up some of her grandfather's favorite dishes for him. Old Man Bai was just as proud, so he snorted and ignored her.
With the comfort and consolation of the two younger generations, the meal was finally completed peacefully and everyone was very happy.
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