After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

"Let's start the meal!" A

large family gathered around the table, "sweet and sour pork ribs, braised prawns, home-cooked cold dishes, stewed big fish, fat sausages, braised pork, hot haggis, scrambled eggs with sharp peppers..."

saw a piece of braised pork, pinched it with chopsticks, and was cut off by his mother.

No way, grandpa's cooking is so delicious, if you slow it down, the dishes will be gone.

"Dad, the fat sausage you made is so fragrant, when will you teach me?"

The rice couldn't stop Han Daqiang's mouth, and he complimented the old man while eating, like a child competing for favor.

Han Dingtian glanced at his eldest son, "Your understanding is too poor to learn."

"My eldest brother can't learn, Dad, do you think I can do it?"

Han Erqiang suddenly interjected with a bowl of dry rice.

"You're more screwed.

Listening to the words of several elders, Han Yan also hurried to cook.

In the bowl is a piece of braised pork with more fat and less lean, if it is braised pork bought outside, Han Yan will not touch it because it is too greasy.

But the old man's dish is quite delicious, after stewing it out in a casserole, the fat meat is soft and rotten, and there is no need to bite after entering the mouth.

When

he was a child, he was quite reluctant to this dish, because he felt that the large intestine may retain the original taste of the large intestine.

But after trying it once in a while, he fell in love with the dish.

Chewing in the mouth, it is strong enough and quite fragrant.

Most of the dishes on the table were meat dishes, because none of the Han family liked vegetarian food.

There is only one home-cooked cold dish, which symbolically plays a role in relieving greasy.

But these dishes are originally eaten with rice, a bite of braised pork, a mouthful of white rice, a mouthful of fat intestines, a mouthful of white rice, a mouthful of braised pork ribs, and a mouthful of chilled cola.

Seeing that a table of dishes was about to be eaten, the relatives at the table began to go their separate ways, and their eyes were full of vigilance for their sons, husbands, and wives.

As soon as Deng Ya picked up a piece of braised pork ribs, her mother Han Lihua's voice immediately sounded in her ears.

"How can a girl's family eat so much, you don't

lose weight?" "Do I still need to lose weight???"

Deng Ya's face was full of grievances, her height of one meter seven, 97 pounds, this height and weight are not fat.

"Mom, don't eat it, you're fatter than me. "

The daughter is not to be outdone, and it is directly a backstab.

It took only ten minutes for a table of dishes to be served, and there were only a few carrots left in the fat intestines, and the braised meat broth was soaked in rice.

Speaking of which, soup and rice are the best meals.

It's all the essence, and the flavor of the dish is all in the soup.

Comrade Wang Aihua took the lead in soaking the soup of braised pork in the rice, and it is estimated that after returning home today, she should stand on the scale again and confess that she has eaten too much.

"Second brother, I saw that there was still chicken in the back kitchen just now, why didn't you bring it out!" Han

Daqiang, who was working hard to cook, was suddenly shouted by the eldest sister, and the family's attention was all on him, as if he wanted to keep the chicken and eat it secretly.

"The chicken was made by my son and it was left over from yesterday.

"Speaking of chicken, our dad's chicken is really delicious. "

What kind of dishes did our dad cook that didn't taste good?"

"It's all delicious, it's all delicious!"

A new round of rainbow farts blew again.

Han Yan is still working silently.

"Grandpa, do you know how to make white-cut chicken?" Deng

Ya suddenly asked.

Han Dingtian's expression changed slightly, and then he shook his head, "I haven't made this dish before, if you want to eat it, let me try it?"

Obtain Han Dingtian's memory ×2] Han

Yan raised his eyebrows.

Ahh

The family is eating here, and there is a program on the TV on the other side, which is a modern kung fu movie.

The people in it are all in slow motion, saying that it is a kung fu movie, and the fight is a little silky.

"Big brother, do you say that there are still people who know kung fu now, I have always been skeptical about this.

Han Jiaming was not interested in chatting between the elders, and his attention was all on the TV.

"There should be, but the problem is that it's hard for us to get in touch. Han Yan held the chopsticks in his hand but didn't know where to clip them, why was the dish eaten clean in such a short time.

"In the past, kung fu was used to kill people, but now kung fu is all performed for leaders.

Old man Han Dingtian said angrily.

Comrade Han Daqiang deeply agreed with this, "That's right, everything is different now from before, and I can still laugh at the sketches I watched in the Chinese New Year's Eve before." "

Now the programs of the Spring Festival Gala are more boring than one another, and it is not good for ordinary stars to sing when they come out, what they sing is not a pop song, they don't know the words if they want to sing along, and the sketches are also meaningful, forcibly sensational, and it was said before that the show would make the audience cry, isn't this unpleasant for everyone.

After eating, Han Lihua subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette and smoke, but she didn't dare in front of the old man.

"Didn't Dad say it all just now, those shows are all performances for leaders... Forget it, don't talk about it, don't talk about it..."

After the meal was finished, and then counting the words that everyone had spoken for a long time at the dinner table, it was almost eight o'clock before Han Yan's uncles and aunts went back.

Han Yan stretched and put his mother-in-law in the refrigerator, it seems that this dish can only be made tomorrow.

He is more concerned about his grandfather's memories than about it.

In Han Yan's cognition, grandpa is a chef, and he must not have any very bad experience.

After washing, Han Yan was lying on the bed, and was about to look at his grandfather's memory, when Luo Ningxue's message suddenly popped up on his mobile phone.

Luo Ningxue: "Didn't you teach me well yesterday, why does the oil jump everywhere after the chicken is in the pot?"

He replied, didn't you just watch from the side when I stewed chicken yesterday, how could I hide my secrets, after your chicken was put in the pot, the oil jumped everywhere, is it because the chicken didn't

control the water? Luo Ningxue: Do you still need to control the water (puzzled expression)

Hehe, solve the case.

Han Yan knew that Luo Ningxue was a cooking idiot, but he didn't expect Luo Ningxue to be so white.

Uh....

Packed up the heart that wanted to complain, he replied: This is common sense, oil and heat will splash when it meets water, and it will collapse, so you won't have never entered the kitchen once.

Luo Ningxue: Uh...

Han Yan understood.

He replied: You should start with fried eggs first, and if you haven't been in the kitchen once, you should not come up and challenge the difficult dish of stewed chicken.

The chicken's son can't do it, so he challenges the egg daddy?

This goal is too difficult, and it is recommended to change it.

With that, he threw his phone to his side.

Open the game panel and click into Grandpa's memory.

Grandpa's era was much better than that of Old Man Luo Yingsong, so it should be quite daily.