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Chapter 660 Tasting Home (Kneeling to Subscribe)

Ding dong, ding dong.

The sound of the elevator going up and down again sounded.

Qin Yan hurriedly let go of the hand that hugged his little wife, and said softly to Su Qingqing: "Let's go to the cafeteria, and let everyone taste three fried dishes, as well as crispy pork."

"it is good."

Su Qingqing nodded, brushing her hair with her hands.

Without waiting for the elevator door to open, she hurriedly took her husband's hand and walked towards the gate.

The design of the clothing factory is improved on the basis of referring to Qin Yan's design of Love in Qingyan.

There are differences as well as similarities.

The difference is that the canteen is built next to the guard, in a big bungalow.

The canteen was not built near the production workshop or in the office building.

This is Su Qingqing's rational side. She is worried that the smell of fireworks in the world will erode the clothes, so it will not be fun.

Qin Yan followed Su Qingqing and ran towards the cafeteria without touching her feet.

He didn't have a chance to see who was following so closely, as if the people who came out of the elevator were about to stick to him.

Running to the door of the cafeteria in one breath, Su Qingqing panted with a smile and said, "It's good to hang a card, hehehe... I almost...was seen by others, and I played badly!"

"What did people see?"

Qin Yan pretended to be confused and asked, pretending to understand.

"You're bad....……"

"Oh, am I bad?"

"Everyone is here, don't talk about it, my husband, if you have something to say, go home."

"You're scared, hehehe......

When Su Qingqing saw Qin Yan playing tricks, she ran towards the cafeteria with a happy expression on her face.

Qin Yan didn't dare to neglect, followed the rhythm of his wife, and followed closely behind.

When they came to the window where the rice was sold, Su Qingqing took the food box and said to the chef: "This is Qingyan's Love, the fried three dishes brought by the chef of the production factory, and the small crispy meat." Let the female skewers have a taste.

"The chef said that this small cuisine is suitable for women to eat. I don't know if it is true or not?"

"It smells good, it's that smell."

"How about I try a piece of crispy meat first?"

The chef took the food box from Su Qingqing, and he asked for Su Qingqing's opinion.

Only by tasting can you know whether the small crispy meat is authentic or not. The chef has the most right to say whether the food is good or not.

"Okay, how can I forget you, you do a lot, and you taste a lot."

Su Qingqing looked at the seriousness of the chef's face and felt that there was a door. Maybe the chef in the factory cafeteria could ignite the fighting spirit of the chef in the clothing factory cafeteria.

She stared intently at the chef, who picked up a piece of crispy meat with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

""That's right, well done."

"The ingredients are well-selected, and all kinds of condiments are placed just right, especially the heat of frying, which is mastered like fire and pure love.

The chef of the canteen of the clothing factory gave the chef of the canteen of the production factory a very high evaluation.

He went on to say: "President, you have a taste, you have the most right to speak, and the chef let you taste it.

"I see."

Su Qingqing brought over a small (Qian Wangzhao) plate, put various small dishes in it, and then put a piece of crispy meat in her mouth.

Whether the crispy pork she tasted is good or not is based on the taste of the small dishes cooked by Qin Yan at home.

There is also the small crispy meat made by Qin Yan for comparison, and I tasted it for a while.

Su Qingqing said in a low voice: "I don't know how to taste it from a professional point of view. It tastes good. The chef in the production factory can fry the small crispy meat so well. It's very good.

"President, you really are home