Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

Chapter 157 Big Red Envelope

"Jingjing, are you using steak for this pineapple and black pepper beef cubes?" Wen Yulan's husband saw Wen Yulan taking several bites of the beef cubes with a pineapple aroma. He tasted them carefully and instantly felt that they were tender, juicy and fragrant. He quickly asked Zhao Xiaojing.

"Yes, we used filet mignon directly, which is considered a thick cut of beef tenderloin."

Zhao Xiaojing also learned this trick in Gu Shanfeng Restaurant. She noticed that Master Gu cooked this dish on the wedding day. She simply cut the steak into cubes, fried it until it was almost cooked, added pineapple, and finally mixed it with black pepper sauce.

When Zhao Xiaojing was practicing in the virtual space, she also tried to cut the beef tenderloin herself, but it was not as tender and juicy as steak, so in the end she just used Master Gu's method.

"Then I grill the steak, cut it into cubes, add the pineapple back into the pot, and add some black pepper sauce, is that okay?" Wen Yulan's husband continued to ask.

Zhao Xiaojing nodded. "Yes, you can say that this is how this dish is made."

"Honey, I will cook for you when we get home. We have steak in the refrigerator." Wen Yulan's husband said attentively.

"I'm afraid even Langlang can't chew the steak you cooked." Wen Yulan was stunned for a moment, then she remembered something and laughed.

"Last time Lao Jiang cooked steak at home, and we planned to have it as a midnight snack. But after it was done, we couldn't cut a piece of meat. After we finally cut it, we chewed it for a few minutes until our cheeks were sore, but we still couldn't chew it. So we took it down and threw it to the stray dog ​​Langlang who lives downstairs in my house. Langlang took two bites, dropped the meat and ran away!" Wen Yulan smiled and turned to Zhao Xiaojing and said.

Zhao Xiaojing was instantly happy, "Uncle Jiang, why don't you throw the meat here and I'll cook it for you. Langlang's cheeks are also cheeks."

Wen Yulan's husband laughed. "That was the first time I didn't get the heat right. I've learned it online. Next time I'll make it soft as a paste! Lanzi, trust me!"

Wen Yulan couldn't stop laughing, her eyes becoming more cunning, "Xin, then you can have steak for dinner tomorrow. You should lead by example."

When Wen Jin heard this, he quickly put some food into Wen Yulan's husband's bowl. "Brother, eat more. If you eat this, you won't be able to have a good meal tomorrow night!"

"Sister, remember to feed Langlang when you go back home tonight. I'm afraid he will be hungry again tomorrow night!" Wen Jin's wife followed with a sarcastic remark.

Everyone was instantly delighted.

Amidst the laughter, Wen Jin put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone with a smile and started fiddling with it. Soon, the video prompt sound of "Dong Dong Dong Dong~Dong Dong Dong~" rang out.

Zhao Xiaojing and Su Yuchen were confused, but the other three took a look and thought they were used to it.

"The old lady is going to dance now, she doesn't want to pay attention to you!" Wen Jin's wife turned her head, took a look, curled her lips and scolded with a smile.

"Huh, impossible." Wen Jin raised his eyebrows and glanced at his wife, then continued to hold up his phone with confidence.

The notification sounded for a long time before Mrs. Fan answered the phone, wearing a bright dance costume and holding the phone from a distance.

"What's wrong with my clingy youngest daughter?" Old Mrs. Fan called out jokingly, with helplessness but also a hint of doting, as if she treated her youngest son as her own daughter.

The others were already used to it and just laughed and continued eating. Only Zhao Xiaojing and Su Yuchen looked at each other in curiosity and laughed out loud.

"Hehe, look where we are." Wen Jin smiled, flipped the camera, and shook the phone to record a circle of people.

"Hey, Xiaojing and Xiaosu." Mrs. Fan's happy voice came from the video. "Is this Xiaojing and Xiaosu's new restaurant? So many dishes, so rich food?"

"Let me see." After hearing Fan Guiying's words, Wen Zhiyi stood up from the sofa excitedly, and moved his face closer to squeeze in the camera with Fan Guiying.

Wen Jinyi smiled even more happily. He held up his phone and turned around for the old man again. He also specially recorded the crab legs that Zhao Xiaojing had divided on his plate, and put his hands aside to compare the sizes.

"Wow, such long legs, they are longer than your little daughter's arms." Wen Zhiyi muttered as he leaned closer to the screen. "Where are Xiaojing and Xiaosu?"

Wen Jin stretched out his hand and handed the phone to Zhao Xiaojing, who smiled and turned the camera to face herself and Su Yuchen. "Grandpa and grandma!"

"Xiao Jing and Xiao Su, why don't you prepare a banquet for them?" Wen Zhiyi joked with a smile.

"You just opened the store, why do you treat them so well? Just give each person a pickled vegetable steamed bun!" Fan Guiying spoke in a crisp voice, as loud as gongs and drums.

Zhao Xiaojing and Su Yuchen kept laughing in front of the camera. The four of them chatted and laughed for a while, and then Fan Guiying gave the phone to Wen Yulan.

"What's the matter, old lady?" Wen Yulan smiled while holding the phone, her eyes very gentle.

"Xiao Jing and Xiao Su are about to open their business. You guys are just eating and drinking for free here, but don't forget to give them big red envelopes, there's also one for me and your dad!" Fan Guiying glared.

"I know, my old mother, we have prepared everything, including some for you and dad." Wen Yulan coaxed helplessly.

"Well, she is worthy of being my eldest daughter. She is dead!" Fan Guiying was satisfied.

"Hey, why did the old lady... hang up? I haven't said anything yet, and she didn't even say a word to me. This old lady is so heartless!" Wen Jin took the phone and wanted to say more, but found that the other party had hung up, and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Aunt Wen, we don't want red envelopes. Please don't be polite. We invited you here just to treat you well. How can we feel comfortable giving you red envelopes?"

"Yes, Aunt Wen, you already gave us such a big bag of things a few days ago, you can't give us more, let's have a lively meal together, we are very happy that you are here."

When Zhao Xiaojing and Su Yuchen heard what Fan Guiying and Wen Yulan said, they both looked uneasy and kept refusing.

"Hey, you can't refuse this. This is our custom. Giving red envelopes for opening a business is very particular." Wen Yulan gently patted Zhao Xiaojing, who was closest to her. "If you don't accept it, will you let us come to eat for free next time?"

"That's right. This is for good luck and auspiciousness. We can't refuse it!" Wen Jin's wife, who was sitting next to Su Yuchen, also advised.

The two of them gave in to the persuasion of four people and insisted on accepting three red envelopes, saying that they were from the old man and the old lady, Wen Yulan and his wife, and Wen Jin and his wife, and they could not accept only one, they were for each.

After seeing off the four people from the Wen family, the two turned around and opened the red envelopes, and found that each of the three red envelopes contained 1888.

"This..." Su Yuchen looked at Zhao Xiaojing in confusion.

"Keep it and pay it back slowly later." Zhao Xiaojing sighed. The Wen family was so kind to them that she was so moved that she felt she had no way to repay them.

We are not even related, not only did he come to bring gifts, but he also gave us such a big red envelope.

The two looked at each other and sighed together.