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The kitchen became a show ground.

Ye Mozhu should be renamed Xiu'er.

Frying, frying, cooking and steaming are all proficient, and the knives and carvings are beautifully arranged one by one.

For the first time, Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong felt that cooking was beautiful.

Ye Mozhu wore a red checkered apron, her face flushed, a layer of fine sweat came out on her forehead, and her sideburns were wetted, she gathered up, showing her profile, and looked even better.

Seeing her cutting vegetables, it is called a neat,'duangduangduang' has a very strong sense of rhythm, if it is a bit rhythmic, it sounds like a drum.

Look at her carved flowers, white carrots, red carrots, as long as she pulls her little hands, a flower will come out, magically causing the three big masters to keep yelling.

Looking at her presentation again, the color matching is called a good-looking one. Even if you look at it, you will have an appetite. Zhang Xiaojian seriously doubts whether this girl has studied fine art. It is estimated that she has also learned to take pictures and know how to composition.

Anyway, when more than a dozen dishes are constantly coming out on the table, they definitely don't look like home-cooked dishes. The exquisiteness is comparable to yesterday's beautiful scenery.

Everyone finally took their seats. When Ye Mozhu finished washing his hands and took off his apron and came to sit, the people on the table gave heartfelt applause and applause in awe.

Then began the tasting phase.

As the owner, Zhang Xiaojian took the lead. He sandwiched a garlic steamed shrimp. After putting it in his mouth, there was nothing left but comment: "Uh~~um~~um."

Bai Yang took a mouthful of braised fish and started: "Um~~~~~~~

Gao Qingsong didn't know what these two people meant, so he used a spoon to serve a bowl of soup, and after blowing it, he took a sip: "Um~~um~~um."

Su Yu inserted a meatball with chopsticks, divided it in half and gave it to Wang Wan'er.

Then the two women took a bite separately and started: "Uh~um~~um."

The second aunt, who has not moved his chopsticks, listened to the sound of this, so she picked up a relatively light lettuce, and then made a louder voice, with bright eyes: "Uh~um~um~~. "

This scene made Yuanyuan afraid to stretch out her chopsticks.

Ye Mozhu was a little nervous, for fear that his craftsmanship would have lost a share: "Is it delicious? What do you mean?"

So she got a unified, loud, military-like answer: "It's delicious!" Three of the big masters shouted very loudly.

Then again: "Uh, uh~~um~~"

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"Hiccup~!" Zhang Xiaojian hiccuped, patted his stomach, and began to smirk with great satisfaction.

With a strong thinking divergence ability, he suddenly thought of those TV variety food shows. He thought that the kind of savage meal that started after a bite must be fake.

The cooking is really delicious, and the diners will first say: "Yeah~~." Although the praise after this will be exaggerated, it is sure that the dishes themselves must be delicious.

Thinking of this, I listened to the words'Hmm~~."Zhang Xiaojian looked at the bottomless white soup, he immediately put the bottom of it into his bowl, tasting it while tasting it.

The second aunt is getting older, and her appetite is definitely not as good as the young ones present. She put her chopsticks early and watched the children eat so happily, she was also very happy, so she looked at Ye Mozhu's eyes brighter.

There are three kinds of girls that will be liked by elders, especially mother-in-law.

One is close to the eye.

The second is capable of housework.

The third is to cook.

Ye Mozhu is all alone, the old lady might not like it.

Occasionally, the eyes of the old and the young were intertwined, and the straightforward eyes of the old lady directly caused Ye Mozhu to retreat.

However, the second aunt looked more and more liking it. Seeing that Zhang Xiaojian was still drinking soup stupidly, he pinched his thigh secretly, and then gave him a wink.

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

After a while,

So the table suddenly fell into a standstill.

Everyone's eyes focused on Zhang Xiaojian's face, Zhang Xiaojian's old face flushed angrily and said: "What's the matter, what are you doing so looking at me?"

On behalf of everyone, Bai Yang said: "It's too vulgar, too vulgar."

Zhang Xiaojian refused: "Then you come one?"

Bai Yang grinned with a white tooth, and a chili flakes hung on the white tooth: "Sister Mo Zhu, I think your cooking skills will be popular no matter what restaurant you open!"

Gao Qingsong waved his hand: "You can't do this, let me say that sister Mo Zhu's cooking skills are higher than my Gao Qingsong's."

"You Gao Qingsong? Is taller than you a fart?" Su Yu squinted, pierced Lao Gao's heart, and said, "I think it should be said that there is a taste of home, but it is beyond the taste of home. A more refined sense of refinement, and every dish I think is the best I have ever tasted, and it is not the formulaic taste of a restaurant."

Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong slapped their hands like the three big fools and expressed their approval.

Ye Mozhu blushed a little when she was praised, so she saw Wang Wan'er leaning back, and said in a lamenting tone: "It's really delicious."

It tastes delicious, why are you still a little melancholy in your words?

No one except Gao Qingsong and Su Yu could understand.

Wang Wan'er felt that her cooking skills would not be able to catch up with Ye Mozhu in her life. Even if she has been studying hard for ten years now, she is probably beyond the reach.

After the meal, I wonder if it was because the food was so delicious, no one of the young people clamored to go out to play.

Instead, he moved seven chairs to form a row on the spacious outdoor balcony on the second floor. One person and a can of cold beer leaned back, comfortably basking in only the remaining sunshine.

The second aunt didn't participate in the young people's chat, but when she came, she whispered to Zhang Xiaojian: "This girl is really good."

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Zhang Xiaojian sat in the middle, squinting his eyes halfway. After talking gossip, everyone seemed to squint because they were too comfortable.

Only Ye Mozhu kept Shui Ling's eyes open, and coughed softly: "Brother Xiaojian, I have a bank card. I will tell me your card number in a moment, and I will transfer the rest of the money to you."

Zhang Xiaojian immediately lost his sleep. He knew that Ye Mozhu was reminding him to persuade Yuanyuan.

Some contrived "hmm" uttered, then for no reason, and then asked bluntly: "Yuanyuan, how much money did you take at home?"

Everyone knew what was going on as soon as they heard this, so their eyes inevitably looked at the delicate Yuanyuan with some sympathy.

Yuanyuan also understood what Zhang Xiaojian meant. Mo Zhu mentioned it to her before, and she smiled: "Brother Xiaojian, I know you want to fill it in for me, but no need. This is the money I borrowed. I'm fine, thank you."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." Suddenly he felt embarrassed, so he quickly winked at Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong.

Bai Yang and Zhang Xiaojian were in a tacit understanding, and immediately said: "Yuanyuan is like this. We all know about this. The money you borrowed from the family should actually be not small, and it is difficult for you to explain that this thing has happened. Otherwise, tell Xiaojian how much it is, and let him help you pad it? Then you will return it to him later."

Ye Mozhu nodded in satisfaction and sighed secretly that Bai Yang really knew how to say, much better than Brother Xiaojian.

Gao Qingsong also said here: "Yuanyuan, I don’t want to hit you. I don’t mean anything else. What I want to say is that you have to understand a problem. You borrowed a lot of money from your family. This money may seem to you a lot. I think it's a lot, but for Zhang Xiaojian, it may be just eating a meal and going to a night market. Bai Yang just said it is good, you can pay him back in the future, so that the family will not blame you, and you can feel at ease. Heart’s school."

Su Yu rarely agreed with Gao Qingsong's point of view: "I don't dare to think about how I should explain this to my family. What they say is rough, but not rough."

Wang Wan'er smiled: "Otherwise, you can borrow my sister mine. I still have some small savings."

Everyone said something to me. Something called kindness began to fill the second floor balcony in the afterglow of the setting sun. Perhaps this kind of thing now appears more on social media, in news reports, and is already around It rarely happens and is hard to see.But it must be admitted that goodwill has never perished in this world.

Yuanyuan pursed her lips. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help being moved.