The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

How did Smith know about Yan Tao's itinerary?

He was just sitting back and waiting, trying to get close.

Young Master Yan saw it earlier at the airport.

Xiaoqi: Master, this little old man is really willing to work hard to listen to this song.

Yan Tao curled his lips and smiled.

It was a dusty day and she was exhausted physically and mentally after seven or eight hours of flying.

I fell on the bed and had a comfortable sleep until the next morning.

It was exactly 7:30 when Master Yan calmed down his breath and stood up during his daily meditation practice.

"Grandma, you didn't cook?"

Grandma Jiang was strangely on strike today. The old lady was sitting on a small horse, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, waving her hands at her grandson.

Young Master Yan moved a small horse and sat down there. His handsome face came close to Granny Jiang and said, "Grandma, your child is hungry."

The little old lady adjusted her reading glasses, looked at the boy slowly, and stroked his hair lovingly, "Are you hungry?"

Master Yan nodded.

"Turn around, walk ten steps forward, and sleep on the bed for a while. You won't feel hungry when you fall asleep."

Yan Tao...! ! !

Young Master Yan's eyes were filled with resentment: "Grandma, did you pick me up from the roadside?"

Grandma Jiang shook her head and lowered her head to thread the needle and thread, "I picked you up from the trash can."

Yan Tao...

As the old saying goes, if you do it yourself, you will have enough food and clothing.

Master Yan got up to cook.

The slender white fingers held the kitchen knife, and cut the tofu into neat small pieces.

The whole movement was smooth and fluid, and it didn't look like cooking at all. Compared with the slender fingers and the tofu, it was hard to tell which one was whiter.

The light and fresh aroma spreads from the kitchen.

Grandma Jiang sat down at the dining table with little Ma Zha in her arms, and happily ate the breakfast cooked by her eldest grandson.

Yan Qinkui's peach blossom eyes fell on the face of the little old lady who was happily eating, and he thought suspiciously: She didn't do it on purpose, right?

Grandma Jiang narrowed her eyes in enjoyment: The food cooked by her eldest grandson is Xiao Qi who captured the little old lady’s emotions very well...

"Knock knock."

Smith picked a good time to knock on the door.

As soon as he entered the yard, he couldn't help but smell the aroma of rice.

Grandma Jiang warmly invited: "Would you like to have some?"

The food on the table is exquisite and beautiful.

Full of color and fragrance.

It is a dish modified by Yan Tao based on the tastes of Chinese people.

Smith's refusal turned into a nod: Chinese people really know how to enjoy it.

The taste in your mouth is overflowing with fresh aroma.

Incredibly delicious.

Smith: Oh, good time!

What a great time!

How could it be so good!

He has eaten many high-end dishes, and the food from various countries has its own local characteristics.

Chinese cuisine is the most distinctive among them.

There is a smoky smell in the food that is not found in any cuisine.

After Smith finished eating, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where did you buy this?"

Grandma Jiang pointed at the young man opposite and focused on eating.

The eldest grandson finally came back, just in case he ran away again one day.

She needs to eat more.

Smith thought it was Yan Tao who went out to buy it and looked at it with questioning eyes.

"I did it."

The young man held the chopsticks with his plain white fingers and took a sip of the soup gracefully.

"No, it's impossible, right?"

This level is at least a level that can only be achieved by masters who have been immersed in cooking skills for more than ten years.

Yan Tao made it when he was a teenager?

Smith was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out, and his mouth opened in surprise: "Yan, not only can you play the piano, but you have such good grades, you can even cook?!"

Oh my gosh!

God, he really met a monster!