Feng Yin gave three people a piece of meat.
“Boss, I have it!”
“He doesn’t want it, I want it!”
Li Sanyi’s chopsticks were about to hold the meat piece, Zhang Boer
“Although I don’t know why, there must be something wrong with you robbing it.”
Zhang Boer, who was talking, put the meat into his mouth with chopsticks.
“Boss, are there any?”
Zhang Bo’er, who smashed her mouth, stared at the piece of meat in Feng Yin’s bowl, eager.
“No!”
Feng Yin gave the piece of meat to Grandma Zhang and blinked at Grandma Zhang.
Sure enough, something happened.
Grandma Zhang calmly picked up the flesh sent by Feng Yin, and the moment she entered her mouth, she understood.
So delicious!
It turns out that it melts in your mouth, and it is fat but not greasy, which is really not an exaggeration.
The trio can keep the noodles you eat without changing their colors because after being with Feng Yin for a long time, Grandma Zhang can keep the noodles unchanged, and it is definitely because professional knowledge is at the play.
Feng Yin smiled secretly.
If it were really in ancient times, she and Grandma Zhang would definitely be good partners.
Master Guan didn’t know when he arrived by Feng Yin’s side. He was just starting out and was ready to speak.
Feng Yin left.
She went to eat
There was no delicious meat, but there was still relatively delicious meat.
Feng Yin, who was a big bowl of noodles, came back with the noodles bowl and stirred and looked at Master Guan.
“Do you have something to ask me for?”
Master Guan wanted to say something was wrong, but his style just now was disrupted by Feng Yin.
He deliberately cleared his throat and said, “Nothing is important–“
“That’s good, I’ll have some pickles!”
Feng Yin left again.