Douluo Continent on the tip of the tongue

Seeing Feng Yi's resolute attitude, and seeing with his own eyes the dish Qi Han cooked specially for Feng Yi, he found that it was not the same as what he expected, so Pan Kong did not insist any longer, but he was still curious in his heart.

What does this plate of slightly yellow-looking white-flour steamed buns taste like?

There are not a few diners who are as curious as Pan Kong. Their dishes have not been served yet, but at this moment, they are looking towards Feng Yi curiously.

Not paying attention to the eyes around him, Feng Yi's entire mind was completely occupied by the plate of barbecued steamed buns when it was brought to him.

His body began to tremble and he slowly closed his eyes.

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It's really similar.

The barbecued steamed buns Qi Han made for himself were very similar to those made by his mother.

There are four barbecued buns of the same size piled on the plate in front of you. Although there are not many decorations and embellishments on the surface, the plump and round appearance is simple and somewhat cute, which is consistent with Feng Yi's memory.

Every time I go home, my mother serves me exactly the same barbecued buns.

Although I don’t know how Boss Qi achieved this step, at this moment Feng Yi actually felt a bit like seeing the barbecued buns made by his mother.

Although, under the same appearance, he did not think that the taste of this barbecued steamed bun could be the same as the taste in his memory, but Feng Yi had already felt Qi Han's thoughts.

Glancing gratefully in the direction of the kitchen, Feng Yi picked up one of the barbecue buns with trembling hands.

The feedback from the palm of his hand was exactly the same as the touch in his memory, making Feng Yi feel lost for a moment again.

This familiar feeling…

Feng Yi didn't say a word, but moved his hands a little faster, brought the barbecued steamed bun close to his mouth and nose, opened his mouth and took a big bite.

In one bite, he bit into a quarter of the barbecued bun. This strength and depth were enough for him to eat the barbecue filling in the center.

Feeling the process of the slightly hard grilled meat, but exuding a particularly alluring aroma under the influence of spices, and the soft outer skin of the steamed buns with the special flavor of Houttuynia cordata slowly merging together during the chewing process, Feng Yi

There was a hint of sourness in the eyes.

This smell... is really too familiar.

After one gulp, Feng Yi picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip of water.

After Qi Han returned from Star Luo City, Shrek's store also added this new service.

Although the barbecued buns are soft, the softness comes at the expense of absorbing moisture in the mouth. After one bite of the barbecued buns, your mouth will inevitably become dry.

As the slightly sweet spring water flowed through his mouth, rinsing away the residual smell of barbecue in his mouth and bringing a touch of moisture to his slightly dry mouth, Feng Yi gently exhaled and slowly suppressed the sourness under his eyes.

Hold it in, you can't die anymore.

What does it sound like for such a big man to cry all the time!

Looking at the barbecued buns that had opened in his hand, revealing the barbecue filling inside, and a familiar aroma slowly entered his nostrils, Feng Yi did not hesitate, paused briefly, and took another bite.

Feeling the familiar smell of barbecued steamed buns that touched the depths of his soul, the corners of Feng Yi's eyes became sour again.

The longing in his heart was like a wave, one wave higher than the other. Before Feng Yi could react, a tear had slowly fallen on the barbecued bun in his hand.

It's...abominable.

I've obviously tried my best.

But...I still can't help it.

Feng Yi, who had completely broken his guard, let go of his so-called reserve, cried like a child, chewed and swallowed the barbecued buns, ignoring the tears dripping on the barbecued buns.

"Um...how does it taste?" Pan Kong swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment and then asked in a low voice.

Sitting opposite Feng Yi, Pan Kong also smelled the aroma gradually emitting from the barbecued buns as the meat fillings were exposed.

To be honest, although the aroma is very tempting, it cannot be compared with cold food dishes.

But...the somewhat down-to-earth middle-aged man in front of him clearly looks like he eats well. He swallows big mouthfuls of food, which makes people have a lot of appetite just by looking at him.

It's just that the man's look of swallowing big gulps and crying at the same time was a bit weird, making Pan Kong unable to judge whether the food was delicious or not.

He didn't come last night and didn't know Feng Yi's story.

After struggling for a while, he still couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart and asked.

After hearing these words, Feng Yi's chewing movements suddenly froze.

These words... are also very familiar.

I still remember that every time I came home and ate the barbecued steamed buns made by my mother, I was still like this now, letting go of all my reservations and chewing and swallowing like a hungry man who had been hungry for three days, while my mother sat on my bed.

In front of you, look at yourself with a smile and ask yourself how it tastes.

With a pair of tearful eyes, Feng Yi looked up suddenly. His vision was blurred by tears, and he seemed to see his mother sitting opposite, smiling at him.

“Mom(mom)…”

In a daze, his cheeks were slowly stretched by the food in his mouth, but he couldn't help but vaguely uttered the word that he hadn't said for a long time.

His vision gradually became clearer, and his mother's kind smile slowly faded in front of his eyes, turning into Pan Kong's ordinary face with a curious expression.

Feng Yi couldn't help but shook his head violently.

You made a mistake, come again!

"Mountain? What steamed bun?" Hearing Feng Yi spit out this word but stopped talking again, the curiosity in Pan Kong's heart was like a hundred claws scratching his heart. He couldn't help but want to grab the collar of the middle-aged man in front of him.

He lifted him up harshly and asked him how the food tasted.

But after looking at the other person's tall figure, and then at himself, and letting out a sigh, this idea was instantly dead.

Feng Yi felt a little guilty in his heart. Fortunately, when he couldn't help calling "Mom" just now, his mouth was full of food, and the words he pronounced clearly looked more like the word "mo".

Further social death was avoided.

"It's nothing..." Feng Yi forced out a smile, "I mean, the buns are really delicious."

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The four steamed buns were eaten quickly. Feng Yi slowly drank the remaining water in the water glass on the table, feeling the bulging and full feeling in his stomach that he had not seen for a long time. His face was full of satisfaction and emotion.

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After taking a short rest, Feng Yi stood up.

He knew that he still had something very important to do.

"Fu Ya, can you let me meet Boss Qi?"

He walked to the partition that separated the kitchen and dining area, looked at the busy figures in the kitchen, and spoke softly.

"Okay, I'll talk to the boss." Fuya nodded and walked into the kitchen.

Soon the busy figure inside stopped what he was doing and walked out with Fuya.

"Thank you, Boss Qi." The moment he saw Qi Han, Feng Yi's tall body suddenly bent over and bowed to Qi Han.

This bow caught Qi Han off guard.

"You...get up first." After being stunned for a while, Qi Han realized what he was doing and hurriedly stepped forward to support Feng Yi.

"Although I don't know how you did it, this is really the most delicious dish I have ever tasted in my life." Standing up straight, a relieved and relaxed smile broke out on Feng Yi's face.

After a moment of silence, Qi Han replied softly.

"This is what I should do."