Young Master Qin Keeps Coveting Me After I Beat Him Up

Both sides of the chicken were fried into a golden color, and the color was beautiful and tempting.

Ye Fei had been studying how to make her son Xiao MO eat nutritious food and love it too.

Although Xiao MO was never a child who liked to stir up trouble, he had a mother like Ye Fei, so he was inevitably spoiled.

Xiao MO was rarely satisfied with the food cooked by others.

The more so, the greater the pressure on Ye Fei.

It had to be delicious and nutritious to attract Xiao Mo.

As a result, Ye Fei’s knowledge in cooking children’s favorite dishes was no less than her research on lost ancient dishes.

Therefore, Jiang Xun found the right person to look for when she contacted Ye Fei this time.

It wasn’t just that Ye Fei’s cooking was good, but that she really understood children’s tastes.

There were many chefs in China who were good at cooking. Of course, Ye Fei was the top chef among these chefs.

But not many people understood children’s tastes like Ye Fei did.

Most of them focused on desserts.

They weren’t all-rounded like her.

Ye Fei also had an extreme understanding ot children’s tastes in terms ot cooking.

Everyone finished preparing their dishes one after another, and the time difference was not long.

The main reason was that the camera was filming. No one could deliberately extend the cooking time. If they were the last to start cooking, the others’ food would become cold and not delicious. The netizens were all watching. If they saw it, they would criticize them to death.

Xingle had thought of this before, but she wasn’t the one cooking. It was her mother-in-law.

Although Xingle was such a person, Xingle’s mother-in-law was a rare straightforward and honest person. She cooked quickly and was done very fast.

It was just that she was a bit careless, and the oil on the chicken soup was still there.

She also drank like this at home.

She did things quickly but did not care about trifles. Xingle’s mother-in-law would not deliberately wait until the other guests’ dishes were cold before serving hers.

The chicken soup needed some time to cook, but Xingle’s mother-in-law had shortened the time to cook the chicken soup in order to accommodate the other guests.

Xingle couldn’t secretly tell her mother-in-law about her plan. If she told her, the microphone would definitely pick it up, and the audience would definitely hear it.

And her mother-in-law wouldn’t listen.

Therefore, after thinking for a while, Xingle gave up on the idea of setting the others up.

She didn’t want it to backfire and get set up by her mother-in-law instead of setting the others up.

Therefore, the supper was completed without any mishaps. Everyone carried it to school together.

The children returned to the classroom after finishing their farm work.

There were only three classrooms in the school. When the students arrived at the agreed classroom, the food was still steaming hot.

Before they entered, the children could already smell the fragrance of the food.

The camera was currently filming the children walking in the corridor.

The children looked young and skinny.

Because they knew that they had to film a show, their family members did not let them do too much work. Instead, they let them do some work, and then urged them to go home and wipe their bodies, change into clean clothes, and go to school so that they would not look dirty on TV.

It was not convenient to take a bath here. There was a public bathhouse that provided hot water for bathing regularly every month.

Usually, everyone would just draw their own well water and boil it, or not boil it at all. They would just wipe their bodies with the cold well water and that would be it.

This time, the children wiped their faces carefully, and their faces were flushed red.

They were just a little thin. Some of the children’s clothes looked like they had been modified from adults’ clothes. They did not look very fitting.

Smelling the fragrance coming from the classroom, the children narrowed their eyes and involuntarily stretched their necks to look up. Their noses twitched as they sniffed the fragrance of food floating in the air. It was more fragrant than what they usually ate at noon and at night.

[Oh my god, these children are so cute.]

[These dishes are very common to us, but they are so satisfied and careful even when they smell the food. They are afraid that if they smell too much, the fragrance will disappear and the food will disappear.]

[These are not ordinary dishes. Perhaps the other dishes are. But I’ve never eaten fried chicken skewers made the way Ye Fei taught Jiang Xun to make.]

[And the red and green ones in the middle look very delicious.]

[Didn’t you hear what Ye Fei said? Because of the limitations of the conditions, she could only fry it. Otherwise, it would be more delicious to roast it, and the temperature would be easier to control. I really want to try Ye Fei’s original version.]

[If it’s Ye Fei’s original version, I’m afraid it won’t be so easy to get to eat it.]

[Especially the exclusive children’s meal that Ye Fei gives her son. Her restaurant does not provide them at all. Only when the customers bring children would they have the opportunity to trigger the hidden menu that’s only made for children.]

[Let’s not talk about it anymore. I’ll save up and bring my niece to try my luck. It shouldn’t be a problem for me to have a bite of my niece’s food.]

When the children entered the classroom, they saw so many beautiful aunties and grandmothers. It was also their first time facing the camera, so they were a little uneasy and nervous.

“Everyone, don’t be nervous,” Kejia said to the children. “Aunties and Grandmas have prepared supper for you tonight. Later, you can choose what you think is delicious according to the number on the plate.”

“In order to prevent everyone from being disturbed while eating in front of so many people, when the time comes, we’ll go to the classroom next door so you all can eat here. After eating, just put the number tag into the voting box whichever you think is delicious,” Kejia said. “The number plate is on the podium. ”

The children nodded, indicating that they understood.

The rules were simple.

One dish was placed on one table.

There was a number on each table.

As long as they felt that a dish was delicious, they could go to the podium to take the corresponding number plate and put it into the voting box.

“Then we’ll go next door first. If anyone needs anything, just shout at the camera,” Kejia said.

The children nodded shyly.

Some young ladies buried their faces in embarrassment.

Everyone left the classroom and went next door.

The production team wanted to prevent some guests from canvassing for votes and interfering with the children’s judgment.

Everyone entered the classroom next door. The production team installed a television in the classroom that was connected to the camera in the classroom next door.

The television showed the children in the classroom next door..