I took my cubs to win in the entertainment industry

Chapter 889
Dinner is ready in the kitchen and served on the table one by one.

Mr. Cheng could tell at a glance that these were all made by the chef of the Cheng family, and it was impossible for Feng Yichen to prepare them.

His face became more and more smug, and he knew that this kid was just trying to be brave.

After a while, he has to let his granddaughter take a good look at it.

"Tell me, you did these and that."

Feng Yichen glanced at the dishes on the table, the corners of his mouth raised a little, with a slight arc: "If grandpa likes these dishes, I can cook them too, but I have prepared something else for grandpa today."

Old Master Cheng snorted.

Then, the servants came with the last two dishes.

If you are far away, you can't really see what it is, but the color is not very bright anyway.

Until the two dishes were placed in front of Mr. Cheng.

The old man froze for a moment.

Looking at the two dishes, I was a little surprised.

Cheng Jinyu, who was sitting on the other side, looked at the unfamiliar dish and frowned: "I said, what is this, you picked weeds on the side of the road and came back to fry them, right? Is this edible?"

Old Master Cheng's expression was a little unnatural, and he looked at Feng Yichen: "Where did you get it?"

"A farmer's market in the west of the city, there is an old man who sells it every day."

"Then how did you come up with the idea of ​​doing this?"

Wild vegetables are indeed not like the dishes that would appear on the dining table of wealthy families.

Feng Yichen smiled slowly, with a calm tone: "Grandpa has eaten a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas over the years, why don't you try this wild vegetable from the mountains, it tastes very good, it's pure and natural, it's recorded in the history books that the medicinal value is very high, it's a good choice for diet, Grandpa try it?"

Old Master Cheng looked at Feng Yichen with strange eyes, but he didn't expect Feng Yichen to understand this.

Although it's not a rare delicacy, it's still... hard work.

Most importantly, Mr. Cheng really prefers this one.

Every time I go to Jiangyuan, I ask the chef there to make a dish.

When I got home, I didn't let the kitchen prepare it.

Feng Yichen would do what he likes.

but……

The old man snorted: "What you said is clear and logical, but I don't know how to do it."

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and picked up a dish of cold wild vegetables.

smell……

You don't have to eat badly in Jiangyuan?
Mr. Cheng was a little surprised, and then picked up another chopstick and fried it with bacon. It was delicious, too?
Old Master Cheng's eyes widened in astonishment.

It's not that this dish was so delicious that he was amazed, but that the person who made this dish was Feng Yichen?

"The taste is okay." The old man said unnaturally: "It's okay, let's eat."

Naturally, he didn't doubt whether this dish came from Feng Yichen's hands, after all, even though the cooks in the kitchen were kicked out, it was not impossible to see them.

When everyone heard the old man's words, they thought that he was trying to save face for Feng Yichen.

After all, how could the wild vegetables on the roadside be delicious, let alone a young master like Feng Yichen.

Then maybe you can't even tell the difference between sugar and salt.

As a result, he didn't touch the dish, not because he didn't want to save face, but because he didn't want to make trouble for himself.

Later, they found out.

After a meal, they didn't even have a chance to touch those two plates of wild vegetables.

There are so many dishes on the table, if we talk about liquidation, there are only these two dishes.

The old man's face was flushed from eating, he patted his stomach, but his mouth was still stiff.

"I heard you say it has medicinal value, so don't waste it."

Feng Yichen smiled, but didn't speak.

(End of this chapter)