Elf Fruit System

It seems that the training match ended early, Chen Fo thought, how can we turn the tables when the score is 0:4?

Zhang Qiqing smiled and raised the juice in his hand, "Let's have some juice, orange juice, it's quite sweet."

"finished?"

"No, we can have dinner first. It's my treat. Salty Fish - where do you want to go?"

Zhou Chuanxian tiptoed to the door and said with a wry smile, "Aren't you going to call Pikachu?"

"Pika." Pikachu poked his head out from Zhang Qiqing's feet, as if someone was calling me. Oh, it's my salted fish master. That's okay.

The scene was extremely awkward, but fortunately someone came to the rescue, "Miss, you can bring your classmates to the restaurant, the meals are ready."

"Haha, you bastard, just wait and see what happens to you tonight." Zhang Qiqing said with ill intent, raising his fist.

Zhou Chuanxian shrank back to his original position, looking obedient.

I have to say that you really can’t imagine the life of rich people. It’s not something that can be imagined in just a few words.

The silver dining table extended from the kitchen to the entrance. The five or six-meter-long table was covered with a light blue checkered tablecloth with cotton and linen lace tassels. On the tablecloth was a plate of exquisite delicacies.

The quantity is a bit small.

Uncle Lin, the housekeeper, bowed slightly to Zhou Chuanxian, "Please take your seats first. You can try the appetizers to see if they taste good. The main course will be served later. Today's main course is--"

"Corn and yam pork rib soup, chicken bone and meat soup."

After saying that, Uncle Lin turned and walked into the kitchen. In the corner of the huge kitchen, a man was humming a little tune while cutting chicken.

The butler walked up to the man and bowed his head slightly, "Master, why don't you go out and meet the young lady?"

"There's an old saying that sons-in-law and fathers-in-law are natural enemies," the man said cheerfully. "Besides, if he is really my son-in-law, I have to observe him carefully. Lao Lin, please help me take a look at the dinner tonight."

"Oh, by the way, where's Xiao Xi? I heard she's in a relationship too? Why are these two cabbages always running out? Forget it. We finally have a day off. Let's have a good rest tonight. I'll serve the dishes later."

As soon as Chen Fo sat down, he saw a certain salted fish eating and drinking without any regard for etiquette. He felt helpless and said, "No, are you serious?"

How come it’s exactly the same as in the school cafeteria!

"I'm used to it," Zhou Chuanxian put down his bowl and argued, with a grain of rice covered in sauce hanging from the corner of his mouth. Chen Fo turned his head to look at the other side. Zhang Qiqing was holding a small bowl and tasting the side dishes slowly, and from time to time he would raise a large wine glass filled with juice, shake it, and then bring it to his mouth to take a sip.

This tutoring comparison is really too exaggerated! !

At this time, the kitchen door was opened, and a strange young man wearing thick gloves brought out a large pot of chicken soup. He happened to see what Zhou Chuanxian was doing, and the pot in his hand paused in the air before placing it on the tablecloth, "Today's specialty, stewed chicken soup."

Zhang Qiqing suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man with a strange look, but the words he said made Zhou Chuanxian suddenly perk up.

"dad?"

"When did you come back? No wonder Uncle Lin cooks so seriously. Usually Uncle Lin just buys some vegetables and cooks something casually..." Hearing Zhang Qiqing's muttering, the man's face suddenly had a few black lines on his face. How could you tease your own father like this?

"Hi Uncle."

Chen Fo took the lead and several people greeted him.

The man narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Chuanxian, then smiled, "Come and try uncle's cooking, come--"

He simply picked up the nearest bowl, filled it with a bowl of thick soup and placed it in front of Chen Fo. The fragrant hot soup was perfect for drinking in winter.

"It smells so good," Wu Lianmiao sniffed it before taking a sip from the bowl. "The chicken itself tastes great, and I didn't expect the seasoning and ingredients added were so abundant. The combination of longan and chicken soup is like drinking a cold drink in a hot spring. The oil and flavor of the chicken are boiled out by the broth, but the chicken still has flavor. Is there some secret recipe?"

"Great, great, I didn't expect this young friend to have such a high opinion of food, but I can't say this, I'm really sorry."

The man quickly turned his head and looked at his daughter, "Qingqing, how is Daddy doing?"

"It's still a little lacking in flavor, Dad," Zhang Qiqing shook his head and snorted, "Didn't Uncle Lin say that you are a great cook?"

"We are in a hurry, haha."

"That's fine too. Dad, you're free anyway, so you can be a judge for us later."

"Huh?!! Still need help?"