Chapter 1671: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 5
I made two dim sum dishes myself, would you like to come in and try them. One is a nine-layer cake, and the other is a creamy pineapple jelly. "
Hearing these two names, the young man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and his delicate eyes filled with a smile: "Is it really possible? Then I would be more respectful than obedient."
As a foodie, where the food is, where is his people.
"Please come in."
Shu Ange let people into the room. The young man put the snack box on the coffee table and sat on the sofa in an orderly manner, with his eyes down slightly, without looking around at the furnishings in the room.
"Try the pastries, this is tea, the pastries made by yourself may not be so delicate."
Shu Ange brought over two plates, and the young man was amazed: "You are too modest, the nine-layer cake has distinct layers and looks crystal clear, so beautiful. There is also a taste, sweet and delicious, just like a work of art, making people feel Can't bear to do it."
He slammed the nine-layer cake, and then set his eyes on the custard pineapple jelly.
"Pineapple custard is also delicious. I've eaten something similar before, but I've never seen something as delicate and beautiful as yours. Can I start?"
The young man's eyes lit up, Shu Ange nodded with a smile, he first took a sip of the custard pineapple, and closed his eyes intoxicated.
"Smooth and cool, sweet and sour. The pulp is smooth and juicy, with moderate sweetness and sourness! Sweet like honey and fragrant like flowers, it must be a kind of pineapple in sugar water. It's really delicious."
The young people commented while eating. Shu Ange didn't expect him to know so much.
"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Jiang Haichao, I don't know what to call you?"
"You can just call me Xiaodie."
The original owner's name can be found on the Internet, and Shu Ange directly said the word Xiaodie.
"Is Xiaodie a butterfly of butterflies? It's a beautiful name."
The young man looked at Shu Ange with clear and soft eyes, without any contempt or disgust.
"Yes, try the nine-layer cake. By the way, the pineapple cake can remove greasy, clear the stomach, and help digestion. You can take a few pieces when you leave."
"Is it really possible?"
Jiang Haichao looked surprised and tasted the nine-layer cake. Nine-layer cake is a traditional specialty cake in Guangdong.
He took a sip and tasted the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, the deliciousness of coconut juice, and it was like a flower blooming in his heart.
"Delicious, really delicious."
Jiang Haichao gave Shu Ange a thumbs up.
"Just like to eat."
Shu Ange herself can't eat more nine-layer cakes, because glutinous rice contains a lot of starch, and her blood sugar is relatively high now.
Seeing that Jiang Haichao likes to eat, she packed both things and gave them to him.
"Eat and take, is it really good?"
Jiang Haichao was a little embarrassed, a blush appeared on his bun-like face, but he shouted desperately in his heart: Take it, it's so delicious.
"Haha, you're welcome. Because of my health, I can't eat too many desserts. The taste will change after a long time, so you might as well take it away."
"It turned out to be the case, then I accepted it with the cheek. Thank you for your hospitality. I live next door to you. I will make delicious food and share it with you in the future."
Jiang Haichao is a person who is willing to share. The two had a great time meeting for the first time.
"The target character's favorability is +5, and the current favorability is 35."
Jiang Haichao was about to leave when the whimpering puppy barked suddenly. One day, the puppy twisted his fat buttocks and threw himself at Shu Ange's feet.
"soy."
The little milk dog is a pastoral dog, with smooth and smooth hair, golden from top to bottom, and only a white hair on the forehead.
Shu Ange squatted down, touched Soybean's head, and it stretched out her tender pink tongue and licked it on her palm.
"Is the little guy hungry?"
She touched Soybean's belly and felt that she was not hungry.
Jiang Haichao squatted down and gently touched Xiao Huangdou's tail: "Is this your dog? It's so cute, where did you hold your dog? I plan to live here for the first half of the year and also want to raise a little one. dog."
As a new dog lover, Jiang Haichao raised a dog when he lived in the countryside when he was a child, and it is not convenient to keep a dog in the city.
After moving to the countryside, he also wanted to have a dog.
"Do you want a dog? My puppy was held in the village. If you want a dog, I'll ask you tomorrow."
"Will it be too much trouble for you? How much money will it cost? Why don't I give you the money first."
"No money, little dogs in the countryside, as long as you take good care of them, the owner doesn't charge any money."
Shu Ange is very popular in the village, because she often shares delicious food with everyone and teaches everyone how to cook together. Everyone likes her very much.
Hearing this, Jiang Haichao scratched his head and said, "The folk customs here are still simple. It seems that I chose the location for collecting the wind, and I chose the right one."
"Collection? Are you a photographer or a painter?"
Shu Ange asked curiously, Jiang Haichao blushed and shook his head: "No, my profession is a secret, I'll tell you later."
He is not very fond of communicating his profession with strangers, and always has a secret sense of shame.
"Okay, I look forward to hearing about your career story in the future."
Shu Ange took Xiao Huangdou and sent Jiang Haichao away. The two shared a wall in their yard, and there was only one wall between the bedrooms.
"Goodbye, nice to meet you."
Jiang Haichao left while waving his hand, and then he was going to deliver things to his neighbors.
After a busy day, Jiang Haichao returned home, tidy up the house briefly, turned on the computer after making the bed, and started the day's work.
He's a web writer, that's a humble statement.
To put it less modestly, he is the supreme **** among the people of today's online literature circle.
The so-called supreme **** is to subscribe to millions of readers, and each year's income can add up to hundreds of millions of existence.
Jiang Haichao is a native of a small town. Although his family is not rich or noble, it is also a well-off family. It is also a coincidence that he embarked on the road of writing. He is only 26 years old this year.
He entered the industry at the age of 20 and won the king of newcomers in one fell swoop. In six years, he has grown into a **** that is second to none.
For otaku Jiang Haichao, money is just a number.
After turning on the computer, Jiang Haichao logged into the QQ group, and a lot of information popped up in it. He clicked on the group where he often chatted with his good friends.
In the late-night food group at the end point, the screen swiping messages follow one by one.
One refers to Spring and Autumn: "@The tide rises and falls, call the tide."
Others like to call each other by pen names, but Jiang Haichao's name is so smooth that everyone likes to call him by his first name.
Aite and his people are called Yizhichunqiu, and he is also one of the great gods of the end.
The tide ebbs and flows: "What's wrong? It's like calling a soul."
Jiang Haichao tapped his fingers on the keyboard.
Yizhi Chunqiu: "It's nothing, didn't you look for inspiration in a new place? Tell me, how do you feel?"