The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Thinking that Yan Chenxi was still waiting for her own answer, Mr. Wu hurriedly said, "The old man has 80 out of six this year. I don't know what the girl is doing with this?"

Although this is a little girl in front of him, every time he meets those eyes, Mr. Wu can feel the changes in the years and the love from above.

This feeling is very strange, as if these eyes were growing up as they watched themselves. He knew that no one would believe this feeling even if he said it out, they would just treat him as old and confused.

But only he knew that he was not confused.

Yan Chenxi nodded slightly, "It turns out that it was you at that time."

Old Wu was startled, "At that time..."

He still wanted to ask something, but Yan Chenxi lowered his head and picked up a small pot on the side of the dish.

This little pot was brought along with the dishes, and everyone saw it, but no one knew what was in this little pot and what it was for.

Because in their cognition, there is no need to use extra things in any dish in Yanjia cuisine.

Seeing Yan Chenxi picking up the small pot, Old Wu hurriedly closed his mouth, watching and waiting with scorching eyes.

On the side, the town leader thought that Yan Chenxi was wasting time and wanted to speak.

But he was frightened by Old Wu's sharp eyes, and he quickly closed his mouth in a serendipitous manner.

The old guy doesn't give me face so much, okay, let's see, what else can this little girl make!

Hold you now, wait until you get the money in your pocket, and then settle the account with you slowly!

The suppression leader suppressed his anger and looked at Yan Chenxi impatiently.

Kong Ji was already anxious. He felt that wasting his time for such an ignorant girl as Yan Chenxi was a kind of blasphemy for him.

Xiong Wei didn't have much reaction, anyway, everything was already a certainty now.

Inheritance is lost, the old plaque is his, and the name of Inheritance is also his.

In this way, Yan Chenxi took the small pot in Wu Lao's expectation and the people of Yanjia Town. The spout was slightly tilted, and a pot of white soup flowed out of it and directly fell into the dish containing the vegetables.

"What are you doing?" The town leader looked at Yan Chenxi's act of pouring the white soup in the pot in a puzzled way.

"Heh, isn't this the soup kimchi?" Dashan said mockingly. He was completely defeated in this duel. Even Xiaowei's girl had a higher evaluation than him, so now I can only look for it here. Look for presence.

However, just as his voice fell, an indescribable scent came from the tip of his nose.

"Scent? What kind of scent is this?" Dashan muttered to himself, then looked at Kong Ji beside him.

At this time, Kong Ji had already smelled the scent, fixed a pair of eyes, and looked at Yan Chenxi's dish.

This fragrance came from there.

Gradually, the fragrance became stronger and stronger, and almost everyone around could smell it.

"Sister, it smells so good!" Xiaofang took Xiaowei's hand with a very greedy look, obviously attracted by the smell.

"Xiao Wei, this is..." The lady boss looked at Xiao Wei in shock, and the moment she smelled it, she remembered something.

She once smelled this smell. It was smelled when her husband was still alive. Later, when her husband died, she never smelled this smell again.

However, even so, the taste that my husband made is still far from the current taste.

Obviously, the taste is more mellow now.

Because her husband said that this dish is easy to fail, he has been studying it for a long time, but he still fails to appreciate the essence and meaning of it.