Zhuo Ye asked Qiao Ling to place the tableware and sauces on the stone table in Fenglin Garden, and started eating directly in the courtyard.
Feng Linge picked up a bunch of grilled eggplant slices, picked off a piece with chopsticks, followed Zhuo Ye's example and dipped it in a little sauce, put it elegantly into his mouth, chewed it twice carefully, swallowed it, and said with a smile and appreciation
: “Charred on the outside, soft on the inside, crispy and tender, it tastes really good!”
"That's natural. My grandpa once said that my barbecue skills are no worse than the chefs at barbecue restaurants outside." Zhuo Ye realized that he had said the wrong thing as soon as he said it, but the words he said were like water being poured out.
, it can’t be taken back...
"Barbecue restaurant? Where can I find a restaurant that grills this kind of food?" Sure enough, Feng Linge heard this and asked curiously. He had never heard of a restaurant selling this kind of barbecue.
"Well... there was an old man near our village who opened a very small barbecue restaurant. Later, the old man got old and no longer had the energy to take care of it, so he closed the shop." Zhuo Ye said with a blushing face.
She jumped and lied. After telling too many lies, they naturally became smoother. She could hardly tell the truth from lies now.
"Oh? Which village?" Feng Lince swallowed a piece of mutton in his mouth and answered coolly.
Now that I think about it, I want to ask her where she is from? Can't you check it out? Zhuo Ye cursed in his heart, so I'll let you check it out!
"Zhongguancun!" Zhuo Ye said, then grinned and added: "The village in the deep mountains and old forests is very isolated. Most people have never been out of the mountains in their lives. The prince may not know." That... words,
She really didn't mean to suppress Beijing's high-tech center. She just couldn't think of any other village names at the moment, so she just said "Zhongguancun"...
Feng Lince raised his eyebrows, with an elusive light in his deep eyes. He glanced at Zhuo Ye, said nothing, and reached out for another bunch of roasted peppers...
Zhongguancun? Feng Linge was stunned for a moment, then his quiet eyes filled with an intoxicating smile, and he continued to eat roasted eggplant elegantly...
"'Little Yezi', I also want this Jiangjiang..." "Little Baozi" said to Zhuo Ye while holding the plate.
"Okay." Zhuo Ye agreed with a smile, and then said to Qiao Ling: "Qiao Ling, hand me the sauce jar."
Qiao Ling hurriedly took the sauce jar over and said, "Girl, you can eat it, I'll do it." After saying that, he added a spoonful of sauce to the "little bun"'s plate.
This sauce was also prepared by Zhuo Ye. When it was first prepared, Qiao Ling had a taste. It was fragrant, slightly spicy, and very appetizing. Looking at the two princes and the young prince, they looked very satisfied with their food, just like the kebabs.
Does it taste good too?
Qiao Ling was puzzled. The girl was generous in conversation, had a good temperament, and could cook food that even the prince had never seen before. How could she look like a country girl who had never seen the world?
Behind Feng Linge, Qingzhu looked at the grilled skewers on the stone table, his throat rolled, and he swallowed secretly, trying hard to recall the taste of the grilled cucumbers just now...
Zhuo Ye looked at Qingzhu's expression of trying to suppress his greed, and felt secretly happy! Now you know how delicious it is?! Just bear with it, my dear!
Due to their different identities, Qiao Ling and Qing Zhu were unable to eat at the same table with the prince and the prince, and Zhuo Ye had no choice. After all, it was impossible for people in this time and space to accept her idea of equality for everyone. In this world, she was
What an alien! Zhuo Ye secretly sighed...
"'Little Ye Zi', I want that meat..." "Little Baozi" pouted his oily mouth and pointed to the mutton plate far away from him.
Zhuo Ye picked up a mutton skewer, looked at the "little bun" with big eyes staring at the meat skewer in her hand, and asked with a smile: "Xuan'er, do you know what kind of meat this is? I will give it to you only if you answer the right question."
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"Mutton!" "Little Baozi" replied crisply.
"Xuan'er is so smart! You got the answer right, it's mutton!" Zhuo Ye praised him without hesitation, and then asked: "Does Xuan'er know what the sheep grew up on?"
"Little Baozi" stared longingly at the meat skewers in Zhuo Ye's hand and said, "Eat, eat grass."
"That's right again! Then Xuan'er should know what kind of environment the sheep grow in so that the meat becomes more plump and tender?" Zhuo Ye continued to seduce.
"In..." "Little Baozi" frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "In a place with a lot of grass..." Then he continued to stare pitifully at the mutton in Zhuo Ye's hand. In other words, if his father hadn't been there,