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Chapter 1977 Rice bucket?

However, the moment the dish was in the mouth, the beautiful woman at the table was stunned.

Her beautiful eyes were trembling slightly.

At that moment, she felt that a delicious and fragrance that she had never felt before exploded in her mouth like a fragrant bomb.

Immediately afterwards, the woman picked up another chopstick, took a second and third bite~

Later, her cherry mouth was filled with this delicious taste.

So delicious ~

Too delicious.

From childhood to adulthood, she has almost eaten all the delicacies of the world, but she has never tasted such delicious food before.

Before this, eating was just a adjustment of life for her, and it was optional.

After all, for the master, by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he can replenish energy.

Therefore, they have bid farewell to the stage where food is the most important thing.

However, she never thought that delicious food could bring such a shocking touch to people.

Yes, the simple food that was difficult to swallow before her has now become a pleasure for her.

Soon, she ate all the rice.

"Grandma, is there any?"

The girl looked at the old lady and asked embarrassedly.

The old lady and Ye Fan were both stunned.

Who would have thought that the beautiful woman who was still cold and majestic just now was a foodie?

You know, at this time, the old lady had just eaten a bite of the rice, and Ye Fan had only served one-third of it, but he had already finished the whole bowl.

That night, the girl ate three bowls of rice alone, and most of the food on the table were also eaten by her.

If the rice had not been eaten up, Ye Fan could guarantee that she could continue to eat it.

If a powerful warrior really eats, he will undoubtedly be far beyond a normal person.

"Grandma, I've finished it."

“The rice you cook is so delicious.”

"I've had such a delicious meal for a long time."

"I remember the last time I felt this way was when my father was alive."

"Really, the food you cook has the taste of my father."

"Grandma, you guys keep eating."

"I'll go back to my room first, so I won't bother you."

After the beautiful woman praised the old lady, she put down her bowls and chopsticks and left quickly.

Here, only Ye Fan and the old lady were left. Looking at the clean plate in front of him, which was swept like a wind and clouds, his eyes twitched straight.

"Too...Grandma, are you sure this woman is not a stake?"

Ye Fan's eyes twitched and he said in shame.

Damn, this is the first time he has seen such a person who eats a person.

The rice here hasn't been turned on yet, but the food has been eaten up there.

Is this a bargain?

The old lady also smiled bitterly: "That, maybe I have eaten too many delicacies, but now I have suddenly changed my taste. I think it's new."

“Normal, very normal.”

This situation is not without it. It was said that there was an old emperor in the Qing Dynasty who had all kinds of delicacies and seafood meals a day. He almost vomited when he ate the whole Manchu and Han chewed. Later, he lost his appetite and ate very little meal every day, making him lose weight every day.

I couldn't cure it even though I hired famous doctors.

One day, a chef named Xiao Fugui made him a bowl of the most common fried rice in the house with the ingredients he planted at home. As a result, the old emperor wiped out all out and directly cured the incurable disease.

Therefore, the old lady thinks that this situation is probably due to this reason tonight.

Of course, it is undeniable that Ye Fan's craftsmanship is indeed exquisite.

Otherwise, when I was in Yunzhou, Qiu Mucheng would rather go home to eat the food made by Ye Fan than go to the so-called five-star hotel to eat the dishes made by the chef.
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