I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

In the past six days of making steamed buns, the steps and process have been thoroughly familiarized.

Except that kneading the dough will take some time, other steps will not delay Yin Xuan for long.

This time, with the mentality of "transcending people", it seems to be done more smoothly.

When the steamed stuffed bun was released this time, when Yin Xuan opened the lid, he vaguely seemed to catch a glimpse of a different color, but it seemed to be just an illusion in a trance.

Bailong rolled over, Yin Xuan couldn't wait to pick up a bun.

Bite down.

The sour taste came first with a knife, followed by the rich umami taste of seafood, which was natural and harmonious, but Yin Xuan frowned slightly, and his tongue could still taste a bit of abruptness.

The system gives prompts in due course.

"This score is 89 points, unqualified."

Yin Xuan was about to have a myocardial infarction, with 89 points, only one point away from the passing [-] points.

This point seems to be the sudden feeling that I tasted?

He sighed.

But... to have a score of 89 points, with the current progress, it is still satisfactory, and there is still half a day left.

Yin Xuan threw the buns to the little girls to eat.

The little girls frowned slightly when they saw the steamed stuffed buns. They were delicious...but eating these steamed stuffed buns every day for seven days in a row was unbearable for a normal person.

If it wasn't for the delicious buns, they would have raised the table to protest.

Now that Li Yuan rubbed the steamed stuffed bun, Yin Xuan didn't pay any attention to it, which made the little old man very angry. Sure enough, he was targeting him that day!
After receiving the guests at noon, Yin Xuan asked Liu Jing to hang a sign at the door.

It is temporarily closed in the afternoon, but Yin Xuan will not stop the customers if they want to come in. Although he does not cook, some snacks are still sold.

In the past few days, they all knew what new dishes Mr. Zhengyang was researching.

To say the only thing that feels uncomfortable...

Probably Li Shimin.

It was not easy to meet Xiu Mu one day, and he was going to come to the restaurant to have a meal, and to tease Rolling Roll.

But... Yin Xuan refused to open the business, and even Gun Gun disappeared——Yin Lulu also had a rest today, and returned from school early.

She didn't rush to fry the fish as usual, but went home first and took Roll out.He was so happy about rolling, rolled into a ball and rolled out with Yin Lulu.

I don't know what big plans their little gang has.

Li Shimin hadn't eaten all day, and Yin Xuan didn't see him when he came over, so he could only eat some chestnuts to satisfy his hunger, and waited until dark.

The lights in the kitchen seemed to brighten in an instant.

Not long after, Yin Xuan came out of the kitchen with a pot of buns.

"Shopkeeper, are you just researching this new dish?" Li Shimin saw the door curtain shaking, so he couldn't help but stood up, and took a look with his head, looking forward to it.

But after seeing clearly what was on the plate, Li Shimin was a little disappointed.

This…

It has been closed for a long time, and he asked Yin Xuan what kind of amazing dishes, like Buddha Jumping over the Wall.But in the end... just such a steamed stuffed bun?
What else is so strange about steamed stuffed buns?

"You made such a big battle just for these buns?" Li Shimin's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

Yin Xuan rolled his eyes: "What's wrong with Baozi?"

"I look down on steamed stuffed buns, don't eat them if you have the ability."

Li Shimin shrank his neck, and immediately became cowardly. Although he was quite critical of Yin Xuan's closure of business for half a day and only produced steamed buns, it was impossible not to eat them.

He was already hungry.

"Let me see what's so special about your steamed stuffed bun, shopkeeper." Li Shimin picked up his chopsticks, picked up a steamed stuffed bun with green characters on it, and looked at it carefully.

Li Yuan was a little disappointed.

My own son...why didn't he do it?He also wanted to see Yin Xuan beat his son.

Can't see the excitement.

Li Shimin looked at them for a long time, but he didn't find anything special about these buns except for their appearance, they even looked like steamed buns.

He took it in his hand and took a bite.

Smell... No, what Li Shimin felt at the first moment was not the smell, but a storm, born from his heart, surging and sweeping, turning upside down in his body.

But this feeling did not make Li Shimin uncomfortable.

Although the hurricane was raging, it only swept away the unspeakable secrets in his heart.

The wounds left in his heart by the Xuanwumen Incident, the distracting thoughts left by his son's rebellion, and the gradual improvement of Tang Dynasty, but his unnatural fear of Yin Xuan...

All disappeared with this hurricane.

Li Shimin had never felt so peaceful in his heart, it didn't mean that these things disappeared from his mind with this mouthful of steamed stuffed buns, nor did it mean that he felt that these things were not important.

But to be able to look at these things from the perspective of an outsider, and to be able to store them safely in one's heart.

Li Shimin only took a bite, recalling the feeling, then lowered his head and looked at the bun in his hand with surprise in his eyes.

He knew very well that the feeling just now was not his sudden epiphany.

Is it the bun's problem?

But...it's just a bun, how could there be such a wonderful change.

Li Yuan looked at his son, surprised by his reaction.I have been eating this steamed stuffed bun for the past few days, it is delicious...but this is not the first time I have eaten food from Tongfu Restaurant.

As for being dumbfounded, like it was the first time?
Li Yuan also picked up one with his chopsticks and took a bite.

What he ate was Suzaku buns.

The flames spread out from his heart, burning his distracting thoughts and tempering his thoughts. Li Yuan's worries and thoughts were no less than Li Shimin's.

He was immersed in the burning of the flames, feeling those troublesome things, and gradually became transparent little by little.

The gloomy exhaust gas was excreted from his body, and his stooped body seemed to become straight.

Not the same.

It was completely different from the buns I ate in the past few days, almost two completely different dishes.

Li Shimin opened his mouth and took a second bite.

This time, he was able to experience the taste of steamed stuffed buns.

His face was slightly sour, irritating his tongue, was it this kind of stimulation that reminded him of the past?

What I then felt was a little fresh flavor of spinach, which was the source of the storm—and the stuffing inside, the mouthful of sea cucumber, catalyzed the eye of the storm and swept up the core of the storm.

After the second taste, there is no such strange feeling anymore.

Li Shimin sighed.

It turns out that not only music and picture scrolls can make people empathize, but also food can do this?