An eight-year-old kid cooks rice to feed a group of college students

Medicinal porridge is an important part of the traditional health culture of the Dragon Kingdom.

Not only is it delicious, it can also strengthen the spleen and stomach and soothe digestion.

Authentic medicinal porridge requires a lot of time and energy in every step from material selection to production.

Even if one step is wrong, the final taste and effect will be very different.

Su Can lowered his eyes and looked at the hot porridge in the white porcelain bowl. The aroma that hit him was rich and tinged with the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

The accompanying "Nine Six Seven" side dishes are also exquisitely presented, and you can tell they are fresh at first glance.

While looking closely, Su Can felt a strong gaze falling on him inexplicably, and he couldn't help but look up.

The man who delivered the food was very young, probably in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an extraordinary aura.

Not like an ordinary person.

After seeing Su Can look over, the man glared at him fiercely.

Su Can was confused.

How is this going?

He didn't seem to offend him, right?

Ye Jingchen and Lian Qingxue lowered their heads to taste the medicinal food, but did not see this scene.

"Brother Su Can, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and taste it!"

Lian Qingxue smiled and explained to him.

"My brother is like this. Whenever there is any delicious food, he is used to observing it first and then slowly tasting it."

"No wonder your cooking skills are so good at a young age. It turns out that it is also inseparable from acquired hard work."

Facing the compliments of the two people, Su Can felt that the eyes falling on him became even hotter.

He pursed his lips and was about to break the casserole and ask for clarification when he saw the man striding over.

He came to their table and snorted coldly: "You were the one just now, arrogantly thinking that your cooking skills are better than my grandfather's?"

"I, Chen Feng, have seen a lot of people who cause trouble. You are a brat who hasn't even grown a hair yet."

"Do you know what cooking is? I'm afraid I can't even reach the stove."

Chen Feng is the grandson of Chen Shanqiang. He has been very talented in this area since he was a child, so he has been brought up by Chen Shanqiang.

Just now he heard someone slandering his grandfather outside the door, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

That's why now we are raising troops to investigate.

After hearing this, Ye Jingchen realized that the conversation just now had been eavesdropped, and he touched his nose dejectedly.

Su Can sighed inwardly.

He knew that walls had ears.

But he is not afraid. If a restaurant cannot accept negative reviews, it only shows that their hearts are too fragile...

"We just had a review and you reduced me to dust."

"I don't know how good your cooking skills are, but you are quite narrow-minded."

With a small body, speaking such old-fashioned words in such a serious manner seems even more insulting.

Chen Feng's anger was rising, and sparks almost appeared in his eyes.

"You little brat, if I don't teach you a lesson for your parents, you won't even know how much you weigh!"

Just when he was about to reach out to Su Can, Shuangyin stopped his movement.

Ye Jingchen's face turned ugly: "No matter what, we are all customers."

"Insults, even physical attacks, is this the way to treat customers in your store?"

"Call the store manager out and apologize personally, otherwise I will call the police directly!"

His attitude is very strong.

But Chen Feng was not a soft persimmon. He sneered: "The chief director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau is my grandfather's diner, and he usually fights for reservations."

"If he knew that you were criticizing my grandpa's cooking skills in such a treasonous manner, he would definitely punish you in a rage!"