Song Zhaozhao felt very satisfied and proud as he watched Lu Chenmo eat it one bite at a time.

"Commander, don't eat all that first, and then look at this."

Song Zhaozhao said and pushed the Donghe meat pie in front of Lu Chenmo.

Lu Chenmo put his chopsticks on top of the bowl and smiled helplessly.

"Zhaozhao, although I don't know how to cook some delicious food like you, I have still seen meatloaf."

Naturally, Song Zhaozhao had already thought of what Lu Chenmo would say, and looked at Lu Chenmo with a proud look on his face.

"Lord Commander, this is no ordinary meat pie."

"Not just any ordinary meatloaf?"

Lu Chenmo was confused, what was Song Zhaozhao trying to do?

"Of course it's not an ordinary meat pie, this is Donghe meat pie. This Donghe meat pie is made up of two layers of wheat cakes, with fat and chives sandwiched in the middle, but it's as thin as rice paper; the meat pie is fried,

The color is like amber, like an erratic moon. Donghe meatloaf is fragrant, oily but not greasy, and bright in color. It is unique among all meatloaf."

Listening to what Song Zhaozhao said so eloquently, Lu Chenmo also picked up a piece and tasted it.

"How about it, Sir Commander, is this Donghe meat pie very different from other meat pie?"

Song Zhaozhao looked at Lu Chenmo expectantly.

Lu Chenmo nodded repeatedly: "When you eat this meat pie, you feel it is crispy and delicious, but it is oily but not greasy, and it looks quite cute. The pie is thin, and all the meat and onions are floating on the surface, which is half burnt and crispy."

The soft cakes taste quite delicious.”

Hearing what Lu Chenmo said, Song Zhaozhao was even more proud.

"That's natural. After nearly a thousand years of great changes, this Donghe meat pie is still passed down. It still exudes the atmosphere of ancient times. It is a wonderful memory of the ancient traditional culture of the nation. It can also bring endless joy to people forever.

Aftertaste and surprise. And this Donghe meat pie making technique has now been included in the representative list of Yiwu Municipal Intangible Cultural Heritage."

"Zhaozhao, what are you mumbling about?"

Song Zhaozhao muttered in a low voice. Lu Chenmo only heard Song Zhaozhao's small mosquito sound, but did not hear clearly what Song Zhaozhao was saying.

When Lu Chenmo asked, Song Zhaozhao realized that he was a new human being in the 21st century, but Lu Chenmo was just a producer in the 21st century. What kind of inheritance for thousands of years, the ancient traditional culture of famous tribes?

Lu Chenmo doesn’t understand any of the intangible cultural heritage!

"It's nothing, as long as it tastes good!"

Lu Chenmo looked at him with a nervous look on his face. Although he was helpless, there was nothing he could do about it. Who made her Song Zhaozhao? Lu Chenmo always had infinite patience and tolerance for Song Zhaozhao. This, but Song Zhaozhao

The only one owned.

"Zhaozhao, what kind of novel food is this huge dumpling?"

Song Zhaozhao: ""

Huge dumplings, Lu Chenmo, you just said that your knowledge is shallow, how can this be regarded as a huge dumpling? This is obviously a steamed dumpling.

"Master Commander, this is called Steamed Dumplings. You have never had it before, but you can't change the name for me. They call it Steamed Dumplings, and this dish is called Steamed Dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse and meat stuffed in mashed potato wrappers."

"Steamed dumplings with mashed potato skin and shepherd's purse filling?"

Lu Chenmo stammered and said the name of the steamed dumpling. What is this? The name of a food is so complicated.

Song Zhaozhao couldn't help laughing when he saw Lu Chenmo's reaction, and even made a sound.

"Master Commander, it's too hard for you to name it. This one is called - mashed potato dumplings wrapped in shepherd's purse and meat stuffing steamed dumplings."

Lu Chenmo still looked at Song Zhaozhao with an expression of disbelief.

This Song Zhaozhao is really different from other women. The things she can do are really beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"As for the mashed potato dumpling wrapper, the potatoes are steamed first, ground into a puree, and then mixed with flour to make a dough. In this way, the mashed potato dumpling wrapper can be made, and the shepherd's purse meat filling is just

The simple shepherd's purse is mixed with the pork to make a meat filling. Also, most of the dumplings my mother usually eats are boiled dumplings, and this is a steamed dumpling, which is like steamed buns and other pasta.

Steamed in a pot."

Song Zhaozhao looked at Lu Chenmo's sad face and introduced Lu Chenmo one by one.

After Song Zhaozhao introduced it, Lu Chenmo picked one up and tasted it again.

"How is it, Commander-in-Chief, are these steamed dumplings different from other dumplings you usually eat?"

"It is indeed different. It tastes like pasta and has a sweet texture. It is really different from the usual dumplings."

Hearing what Lu Chenmo said, Song Zhaozhao was even more proud.

"That's natural. From now on, if Commander-in-Chief likes to eat, I can make it often."

Song Zhaozhao blurted out without any consideration.

Hearing what Song Zhaozhao said, Lu Chenmo simply couldn't believe it. When did Song Zhaozhao start to be so impulsive?

Lu Chenmo stared at Song Zhaozhao, but Song Zhaozhao didn't seem to realize that the words he just blurted out were also staring at Lu Chenmo.

"Chen Mo, little girl."

That's right, it's Yan Liluo, the big light bulb, here again. This big light bulb really appears all the time, and it still appears so unexpectedly.

Of course, Yan Liluo didn't feel very good. Every time, he was forced to feed a mouthful of dog food. Yan Liluo approached Lu Chenmo's room and looked at Song Zhaozhao and Lu Chenmo.

When people look at each other, in each other's eyes, in each other's world, there is only the other person, and other people are insignificant existences.

Song Zhaozhao and Lu Chenmo originally looked at each other, but Yan Liluo's sudden unknown factor still shocked them both.

"Chen Mo, little girl, did you two just have breakfast?"

Yan Liluo felt a little embarrassed.

Lu Chenmo ignored Yan Liluo, but was minding his own business, eating his meal with his head down.

Song Zhaozhao nodded: "Yes, have you eaten? Do you want to eat some too?"

Yan Liluo waved his hand: "No, I've eaten it."

Yan Liluo said this, and Song Zhaozhao did not force it, but served Lu Chenmo a bowl of the last borscht soup he had just made.

"That, little girl."

"What's wrong?"

Song Zhaozhao's face was full of doubts.

"What is this you gave Chen Mo Sheng?"'

Song Zhaozhao: ""
Chapter completed!