My Youth Began With Him

“Even if I am a bandit, I also want to be a bandit who loves to study and culture.”

Rick was simply smoky by the smoke.

Originally, Rick thought that Luyan said that he would take off after half an hour, so he had to prepare.

What is the handover?

As a result, people spend half an hour eating dinner.

When Lu Yan was in the mood, the recipe was quite picky, and even the ingredients had to be seen by myself.

However, if she suddenly comes up and wants to eat, it is also difficult for the chef.

The two met at Rick's site in New Orleans, USA.

The meeting place was a manor in Rick's New Orleans.

Although there are many chefs inside, most of them are foreigners.

Therefore, when Lu Yan ordered a Yangzhou fried rice, the foreigners standing in a row were a bit dumbfounded.

"Mr. Rick, Miss Lu Yan said that she wants to eat fried rice, but our chef is limited in ability..."

The people are coming to report.

"So?"

"So Miss Lu Yan said that if you can't see Yangzhou fried rice in half an hour, you may be in a bad mood. If you are in a bad mood, you may not be able to go to Colombia."

"The most things about her." Rick Khan drops.

"So what do you do now?"

"From our nearest Chinese restaurant, it takes 40 minutes to drive back and forth, so... the suggestion is that you are not as good as the chef who cooks for his wife."

Rick is opening up.

Why didn't you think about this? It’s really busy.

When Xixi was here, he couldn’t eat Western food, especially after he was pregnant, missing his hometown food.

Rick worked hard to find a mother who was accompanying her children to study here as a chef.

Although the aunt's cooking is not a chef's level, it may be that home cooking makes Xixi miss his hometown.

It has always been very easy to use.

"Aunt Cui is here?" Rick asked.

"Well, still, in the lady's villa."

"Call her over and cook for Lu Zuzong."

Rick is also really no choice, but if there is a way, it is impossible to follow the road.

Lu Yan is not dead, and everyone who follows her knows that the taste of the boss is very varied.

I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes today, I may suddenly want to eat pasta tomorrow, and the span is very large.

When she was flying, the private plane had to bring two chefs, both Chinese and Western.

Therefore, Joe is not with her to go south and north, it is also a good fortune.

After fifteen minutes

Cui Ayi, the royal chef of the West, carefully came over with a bowl of steaming egg fried rice.

"Girl, this is my fried, may not be so delicious, and the ingredients are not enough. I heard that you will catch the plane for a while... so I made a simple egg fried rice, not Yangzhou fried rice, you make do Eat and see."

Cui Ayi did not know the identity of Luyan, only when she was a Chinese Bai Fumei.

However, such an affinity attitude makes the land smoke somewhat comfortable.

"Auntie has worked hard, sit down, I will taste it."

Lu Yan smiled and pulled the plate, took a small mouth with a spoon, and carefully chewed it in his mouth.

Then nodded, and the whole volume of fried rice was eaten up by the wind and the clouds.

"Auntie, where did you buy this egg?" Lu Yan asked.

"This is not bought. This is the wife of Mr. Rick's wife who came from the country. It is a stupid egg from a stupid chicken at home. It is natural without a feed."

"It's no wonder that it's so fragrant, it's hard for you, aunt."

Lu Yan is polite and looks like a scholar.

"You're welcome, you like to eat."

Lu Yan elegantly took out a paper towel and wiped his mouth, then left a slap in front of Cui Auntie.

That speed is amazing.

When Cui Ayi took a clear look, Luyan had already gone far and was domineering.