"So I said it was good wine." Hua Mengyue poured out a bowl and handed it to Ma Yunfei: "Try it."

Ma Yunfei subconsciously refused: "I drink enough..."

Hua Mengyue said proudly: "If you don't work, you have to practice more. You don't have to be too good, just like me."

After hearing what she said, Ma Yunfei was excited: "What do you think?"

Hua Mengyue said with confidence: "A cup is poured."

"Puff!"

He was just feeling sorry for the wine, but Lou Wenshui didn't feel sorry for it anymore and even joked: "Your glass isn't this kind of glass, right?" He said, comparing, and a gap was separated from the middle of his thumb and index finger.

Hua Mengyue chopped the meat into a bowl, spread it out and added wine, and glanced at him disdainfully: "Do you dare to show it bigger?"

Ma Yunfei was really honest and drank that bowl of wine and then burped.

She reached out to take the bowl back and smiled: "You are hiccup now? I have a pound of strong wine, which is less than 40 degrees Celsius, and three or five pounds are not a problem. From now on, I will drink it for you. You can take care of me who is drunk, because... if you are drunk, I can't lift you."

"Uh... Yes, I'm tall and big, I'm really hard to take care of you when I'm really drunk." Ma Yunfei naturally felt that what Hua Mengyue said was very reasonable, so he accepted this reason.

Lou Wenshui held his forehead: "Why don't you say drinking is harmful to your body?"

Ma Yunfei was so honest: "Then stop drinking, if you don't drink, you will have nothing to do."

Seeing that the more he spoke, Hua Mengyue coughed, "I want to do the drunken plate, are you looking forward to it?"

What's the name of this dish? Lou Wenshui has never heard of it: "What is Zui Pan?"

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will eat new dishes, so I specially launched it. You are very lucky to eat the first wave." Hua Mengyue was preparing to make a dish of meat, but it was difficult to name it after the food.

"You don't have ingredients, right? Chicken, duck, fish and crabs can be drunk. You have to get drunk on the plate. Can the plate be eaten?"

Lou Wenshui first reacted and despised her: "You either don't do it or don't do it like this. You have to choose one. You want both of them, but you don't have them yet. Isn't it appropriate? You can do it with peace of mind if you don't know?"

"You can't say that, right?" Hua Mengyue didn't expect that he would be really pedantic. She was really amused and hilarious: "The dishes were originally innovative all the way, and they were not born with anything. Even the drunk chicken, drunk duck, drunk crab you mentioned were made later. If you give them a name, do you know which dynasty and which dynasty at this time, you dare to tell me this? Do you think I don't study the origin of cooking?"

"Don't confuse the messy evidence, you are just a cook. To be honest, even if you are the chef, you have gained a lot of experience based on your predecessors. But are you the chef? Are you from the reserve team?" Lou Wenshui suddenly became mean.

"Master, what is the chef? Can you eat it?" Ma Yunfei interrupted directly, protecting his wife with strength.

Hua Mengyue smiled proudly: "Do you like to eat or not? This is my home."

...

Lou Wenshui didn't have to insist on tangling with the name of a dish. After what happened today, it was not difficult for him to be "respected". People like him - who are old, capable, famous, and rich (with such a big yard, he is the master's master) are easily picked up by others.

Although those people don't say anything nice, the meaning of respect is very clear. If he really does...

Hua Mengyue would not let him respond. He knew very well. Just treat it as that situation. Hua Mengyue said everything, how could he respond?

Haven't you started to make new dishes in a hurry?

He just tried to see how much Hua Mengyue treated him. Unexpectedly, the little girl was quite smart and could see through it at a glance.

There was him standing in the kitchen, and the couple didn't have so many intimate scenes - Ma Yunfei still scratched his head and blushed from time to time, and Hua Mengyue sometimes looked at him, and under the smoke, there was a steaming fragrance and heat.

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