Delicious little chef: The prince tastes it and the main text Chapter 273: Come on "Will he come to find us?" An Wan tilted her head and looked up at Luo Yelin with some admiration, "I think he seems to be under the care of the old man in the Western Regions."

"You don't have to worry about this." Luo Yelin, who knew that he was a big deal, had never thought about this. "His martial arts skills are very good. I think there are not many of the guards brought by the envoys of the Western Regions who are as good as Andi, let alone his light skills group. They walk quietly, and even I have to take some effort to realize it."

I wondered that An Di was so powerful, An Wan raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, and then she found something from what Luo Yelin said, and then said with some admiration: "So, your martial arts are also very powerful?"

Unexpectedly, after expressing admiration for An Di, An Wan did not forget to praise him, which made Luo Yelin feel very happy. He proudly raised his chest and nodded fiercely: "Of course, your husband's light skills can be said to be the best in the world, and no one has ever been able to catch me."

"Shaky." An Wan felt a little embarrassed about Luo Yelin's claim to be "hunter".

She glanced at Luo Yelin, but there was no disgust in her eyes, but more of a state similar to acting spoiled.

"Okay, okay, I'm shameless." Luo Yelin walked behind An Wan, reached out and wrapped An Wan with his arm, put his chin on her shoulders, and a mellow masculine aura lingered beside An Wan, and it couldn't be removed for a long time.

"Okay." After being pressed by Luo Yelin for a while, feeling a heavy pain in his shoulders, An Wan reached out and pushed his head, and finally lifted the big dog up, "Didn't you have lunch yet? I'll make some food for you."

Luo Yelin was cleaning up the grass and flowers in the palace today. He smelled the scent of grass all morning and felt that there was a vague problem with his sense of smell.

When Luo Yelin's eyes suddenly brightened when he heard An Wan taking the initiative to cook for him: "Okay, Wan'er can make me some food."

He followed An Wan to the kitchen, drove away several chefs who were cooking in front of the stove, occupied the stove, and then stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the stove.

"Wan'er, what do you want to do today?"

Luo Yelin asked curiously.

An Wan hesitated for a moment, but did not think about it, and shook her head gently: "I'm not sure... Yelin, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

After An Wan asked this, Luo Yelin really started to think seriously.

"I've been tired of big fish and meat recently. I want to have some simple meals, probably the breakfast category." In the end, Luo Yelin gave this answer.

breakfast……

An Wan turned these two words into her mind for a few times, then her eyes lit up. She suddenly thought of the breakfast stalls that she often saw in modern times. There were often people making fried dough sticks under the stalls, and there was a large pot of tofu brain next to them. Whether it was an elderly, a child, a farmer or a white-collar worker, she was always willing to ask for two fried dough sticks, accompanied by a bowl of tofu brain, and happily finished a breakfast, and then got up to do the day's work.

"I thought of it!" She clapped her hands and rushed Luo Yelin to the kitchen door, then began to prepare the ingredients, and made fried dough sticks and tofu brain.

She mixed high-gluten flour, salt and baking powder in a small porcelain basin, mixed it evenly with chopsticks, then added an appropriate amount of water and corn oil to it. She first stirred them continuously with chopsticks until the flour in the basin became flocculent, and then started kneading the dough. It took about a quarter of an hour to successfully turn the loose flour into a smooth dough.

Almost sure that the dough has been kneaded, An Wan took the dough out of the basin, patted it on the chopping board, and then pressed it upside down with a large bowl to prevent the dough from drying out and give it a space to relax.

After another quarter of an hour, the dough was loose, An Wan lifted the bowl, kneaded the dough into a long strip, applied a layer of oil on the outside of the dough with a small brush, wrapped it in oil paper, and placed it in a cool place for a while.

After a while, she took back the somewhat stiff dough, rolled it with a rolling pin into a long strip about one finger's thickness, cut it into two or three finger-wide strips, sprinkled a little flour on it, folded the two pieces of noodles together, and pressed it upright with chopsticks dipped in flour.

At this time, the two long strips had become sticky side by side. An Wan reached out to pinch the ends flat, and then pinched the two ends to lengthen the fried dough sticks.

The oil was already burning in the pot. When the oil temperature was almost the same, An Wan put the stretched fried dough sticks into it one by one. Seeing the dough floated up after a few breaths, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fried dough sticks floated in the oil pan like a small boat. An Wan was worried that it was unevenly heated, so she pulled a pair of chopsticks from the side and carefully turned the fried dough sticks over and kept until all angles were fried golden, and she took the fried dough sticks out of the pan.

After making fried dough sticks, An Wan wanted to make tofu brain, but after thinking for a while, she realized that the soybeans needed to be soaked last night. Because she had a temporary idea, she didn't expect this, so she could only make a bowl of soup and then serve it to Luo Yelin together.

Fried noodles are also very popular in modern times. By the time of ancient times, Luo Yelin still couldn't escape its temptation and successfully ate all the fried noodles made by An Wan.

Seeing Luo Yelin's unsatisfactory look, An Wan asked with some amusement: "Yelin, since you like it, eat all the rest, how about it?"

"No, no, no," An Wan's proposal was just ordinary, but Luo Yelin seemed to have encountered some monster and waved his hands quickly, "That's not possible. You haven't eaten yet. How can I eat your portion?"

An Wan actually has no appetite for eating fried dough sticks now. She even decided to give herself a bowl of noodles after Luo Yelin finished eating fried dough sticks.

But looking at Luo Yelin's eyes, An Wan coughed lightly, and sat down under Luo Yelin's careful gaze, slowly finishing the fried dough sticks with the soup.

Halfway through the meal, An Wan gradually had the fun of fried dough sticks, and her eyes became lively, and she showed Luo Yelin a way to eat fried dough sticks:

"Yelin, the fried dough sticks can not only be eaten like this, but they can also tear him into pieces and throw them into the soup for soaking." Speaking of this, An Wan tore a fried dough stick on the spot, and pressed the fried dough sticks floating on the surface of the soup with chopsticks. She made sure that they were all soaked in the fragrance of the soup, and then she showed a big smile on her face, picked up a piece of fried dough sticks, and handed them to Luo Yelin, "Try it."

Luo Yelin swallowed the fried dough sticks in one mouthful, then chewed for a while, nodded, and gave a thumbs up: "It tastes very good."

"Yes?" Her statement was recognized by Luo Yelin, which made An Wan very happy. She then thought about it and added, "By the way, there are many ways to eat fried dough sticks. When I have time, I will show you these methods together, let's try them together."

An Wan's agreement is similar to "Let's visit all the funniest places in the world one by one." Generally, it can easily make Luo Yelin laugh out loud, in line with the hidden meaning of "I want to live with you".

Luo Yelin did laugh. He even took advantage of the time when the chefs around him were busy cooking and touched him to kiss An Wan.

The next day, An Wan came to Yuanju Pavilion early and wanted to make another pot of fried dough sticks, so that she could also taste the fried dough sticks soaked.

However, as soon as she walked into Yuanju Pavilion through the front door, she heard a voice not far away: "Miss An."

She looked along the sound and saw a man with an ordinary face standing not far away, looking at her with a steady attitude.

This disguised mask... An Wan hesitated for a moment, but still responded to his words: "Andi?"

Unexpectedly, An Wan recognized him, An Di breathed a sigh of relief, and his limbs became significantly relaxed.

He quickly walked to An Wan, and said hello as an old acquaintance: "Long time no see, I thought Miss An had forgotten me, but I didn't expect that Miss An could call out my name in the first time... I wonder if it should be said that this is my honor?"

"Nothing," An Wan shook her head casually, "Yelin and I both guessed your identity. After all, you didn't hide too much, you can see it at a glance."

As she said, seeing that there were so many people around her, she pointed to the backyard and signaled: "There are too many people in front of us. It is not convenient for me to do business, why don't we go to the backyard to discuss things?"

In response, An Di naturally nodded and agreed, and the two of them went to the backyard one by one.

Sitting on the stone chair under the tree, An Wan called the servants, brought a pot of tea for them both, poured tea for An Di with his own hands, and then asked curiously: "I didn't expect that Young Master An was the third prince of the Western Regions... He is really a person who cannot be regarded as a person."

Andi had a deep understanding of the Central Plains language, so when he heard An Wan say "A man should not behave like a person", he directly retorted: "How can he say that he is 'a man should not behave like a person'? I am very handsome and don't look like a prince?"

When An Wan heard An Dihui say this, she was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing out loud: "Young Master An is extremely humorous... I just didn't expect that Young Master An doesn't seem to be loved by the people of the Western Regions?"

"Nothing," An Di's expression changed slightly when he heard An Wan's words, but he quickly returned to his calmness and even had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. "After all, I am still a prince of the Western Regions, and they dare not treat me harshly, so my life is pretty good."

It seemed that An Di didn't want to talk about her life much, so she quickly changed the topic and asked An Wan curiously: "It's Miss An, it's not long since she opened the hotel to Kyoto. It's really amazing."
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