The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Yan Chenxi washed her hands and wiped them with paper calmly, "I said that the plaque is not named Xiong, of course, it doesn't belong to you either."

Xiaowei couldn't understand the deep meaning of Yan Chenxi's words, and could only understand it literally, "So, you have the idea of ​​hitting that plaque too!" As she said, Xiaowei's eyes turned red, "I thought, we is a friend……"

In the past three days, Yan Chenxi lived in her home and tried dishes for her, which made her level of Yanjia cooking improved by leaps and bounds. Isn't this a friend?

If it is a friend, how can she say such a thing and do such a thing?

Yan Chenxi glanced at Xiaowei, "Put away your tears, that thing never solves any problems."

After speaking, he no longer looked at Xiao Wei, but at the ingredients on the workbench.

People on and off the stage, seeing this little girl really rolled up their sleeves to make food, suddenly felt very funny.

Everyone still doesn't think that a foreign diners like Yan Chenxi can really cook Yanjia dishes and can cook Yanjia dishes.

"Isn't this a nonsense?" The town leader muttered softly, making it hard to say too loudly because of Wu Lao by his side. After all, it was Mr. Wu that had just agreed that Yan Chenxi came to power.

However, at this time, after Mr. Wu took a serious look at Yan Chenxi, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

What is familiar is not the appearance, but the temperament and feeling. The feeling of deja vu made his expression weird.

Xiong Wei beside him didn't feel any discomfort because of Yan Chenxi's sudden joining. On the contrary, he was more like watching a joke.

Anyway, no matter what today, it will only be him who will win in the end. That old plaque can only belong to him in the end.

On the stage, Da Shan and Kong Ji were cooking, looking at Yan Chenxi, the little girl who came up halfway.

"You don't even have the ingredients, what do you use to make Yanjia dishes?" Dashan mocked.

Kong Ji also sneered, even disdainful of talking to Yan Chenxi.

Yan Chenxi calmly pointed at the vegetables on the workbench, "I will use these."

Upon hearing this, the audience burst into laughter again.

Use these useless rotten vegetables? Is this girl seriously ill?

Why did Xiong Xiaowei give up? Isn't it because these broken vegetables can't do anything?

Sure enough, she is a pampered eldest lady, too naive, thinking that random frying is a kind of Chinese cuisine?

On the stage, Da Shan and Kong Ji felt that Yan Chenxi was whimsical.

"Dawn..." Xiaowei looked at Yan Chenxi in confusion.

Just now she thought that Yan Chenxi betrayed her and wanted to **** the old plaque from her.

But now, she was a little uncertain again.

To **** the old plaque, you must first be able to win this duel, but Yan Chenxi now uses these vegetables, how can it be possible to make authentic Yanjia dishes?

The most important thing is that these vegetables are not all fresh. It is also mixed with yellowish leaves, or mature and old leaves.

Faced with doubts, Yan Chenxi did not show any waves. She stretched out her hand, picked up the kitchen knife that Xiaowei had placed on the chopping board, and weighed it twice.

After that, he turned his head slightly and said softly to Xiao Wei who was standing there and hadn't left, "Watch it well."

Without waiting for Xiaowei's reaction, Yan Chenxi's voice just fell, and the kitchen knife in his hand also fell.

The vegetables on the cutting board, under her knife, quickly changed in shape.