Male God, a Little Su

Kong Zhou was really speechless to his friend. Seeing that he was unhappy, he asked him if the other party's name was nice.

Kong Zhou could only nod his head repeatedly, "Yes, yes, but..." He rubbed his chin, "This name is elegant, but it doesn't seem like a countryman would get a name at all?"

Aren't all the little girls in the countryside called Cuihua, cauliflower, Sophora japonica or something.

Wen Yanqing was not happy to hear him belittle Su Yan, and gave him a cold look until Kong Zhou successfully shut up.

But soon, he went back to his old ways, "Wait a minute, what is this? That black—er, Su Yan sent it? Open it and let me see what it is!"

He craned his neck, very curious.

Wen Yanqing pursed her lips secretly, her eyes jumping with joy.

He gently opened the cloth bag outside, and saw something in the shape of a food box inside.

"Yo? She made it herself?"

They, the children of the Xungui family, do not eat in the academy, but have their servants prepare them at home and send them to them.

Kong Zhou sniffed, "But what good things can there be in the countryside, I—"

The next second, Kong Zhou was dumbfounded.

The food box is very large, divided into three layers, each layer can put two plates into it with a square plate.

The color is bright red, and the braised pork is wrapped in soup. Su Yan specially chooses the best pork belly, removes the oil first and then cooks. The taste and color alone are enough to whet your appetite.

In addition, there are pigeon soup with many herbs, fried three delicacies...

Layer by layer, until the last layer, there is only one disc.

Inside were some small pancakes as thin as cicada's wings, and there was a letter under the plate.

Kong Zhou clicked his tongue, feeling like his saliva was about to flow down.

Why does he have the feeling that the dishes made by Su Yan are more delicious than those made by his cook? Illusion, it must be an illusion!

It can be seen that the line of sight cannot be turned at all.

The ancient seasoning materials are actually very rare. It was Su Yan's luck. When he went up the mountain, he found a few pepper plants and some messy things.

For some things, herbs can be used directly instead of seasoning.

The taste of making it is also inseparable from the taste learned from Uncle Lu in modern times.

And the current food in Nanchu is still fried, steamed, and stir-fried. Some other weird ways of eating have not yet been invented.

Su Yan specially fried a plate of cumin meat, considering that Wen Yanqing might not be able to take spicy food, so she didn't put too much.

Wen Yanqing took out the letter paper and opened it, Kong Zhou leaned over it and took a look, "Hey! This is beautifully written!"

It is the first time for Kong Zhou to see a woman practice this type of script with a chic and unrestrained cursive script. Generally, the ladies practiced it in regular script.

In the letter, Su Yan asked Wen Yanqing to eat small pancakes with meat and vegetables rolled up, and asked him if he had any taste preferences, he could tell Su Qingyun, and he would tell her when he came back from school.

In the end, her style of painting suddenly changed, and Wen Yanqing almost instantly thought of her smiling and frivolous appearance.

[My little son is too thin, remember to eat obediently, don't be picky eaters. If you lose weight next time we meet, I will punish you——]

Wen Yanqing can see ten lines at a glance, Kong Zhou is not as fast as him.

He was still looking at those tricks in amazement, Wen Yanqing was already blushing, and folded the letter abruptly. Conscientiously put it in the most cherished book and clip it.

Prepare to take it back at night and store it properly.

Feeling happy, he took the chopsticks and took a tentative bite.