The blue brick wall foundation, wood beams, and pointed roofs have a deep charm for the government-owned family courtyard.

The dining tables were all in the wing room covered with blue bricks, all of which were furniture made of various classical carved utensils. Just one table, five people sat at the table, Ivan was not cramped. He just picked up the white jade wine glass of mutton fat that was as big as a thumb and looked at it strangely. He really couldn't guess what such a small cup could do.

On the contrary, Ye Kalina obviously had the impact of Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden. Seeing the waiters wearing cheongsams and beautiful faces, they sat down and didn't dare to talk much.

Mou Chenfei never asked who this blonde girl was from beginning to end. Since Buck was too lazy to say it, it didn't matter. He whispered to Buck and Natasha's reputation: "In the past, my father used to invite customers here, and he still had to pre-position them. It was common for him to call an uncle and arrange it." That was still Mou Tianbo's old connection, and the younger generation was almost there.

Buck talked about class friendship with Natasha: "I have never eaten it, I am the same country bumpkin, purely benefiting from it."

Natasha despised him: "I can also position myself in the Michelin restaurant in Paris through Wu. Don't think I'm afraid of being scared!"

As a result, the dishes served surprised the four local bumblebees except Mou Chenfei. They were not too luxurious, but were unbelievably simple. Boiled cabbage, hibiscus chicken slices, eggplant soup, and fried shrimp with mung bean sprouts. Even the bowl of braised shark fins that were served in front of everyone looked similar to stewed vermicelli. Speaking of more than ten dishes, they were almost the same. Finally, a small bowl of green tofu was served. The color on the whole table was quite fresh, and the three foreigners breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Buck had never eaten such high-end food, he knew the virtue of ordering government dishes, which was to scare people as much as they were complicated and complicated. Unlike Mou Chenfei's elegant smile without saying anything, he encouraged the three of them: "Try it first, then talk about whether it is good or not, let's talk about which one is delicious, and let's talk about what's going on with this thing."

Sure enough, Natasha scoops some tofu with a spoon and puts them in her mouth, and it froze a little. She nodded hard to Buck, making her vague: "It's delicious!" She had gone to Yuqing with Fang Lingying and the others to eat common tofu rice in the southwest region, but she never thought it would taste like this.

Buck also tasted it, nodded with a slight gaze, and then the eldest lady explained with satisfaction: "This tofu tweed is made of two very tender muscles in the chicken breast, which are broken down and pounded into meat paste. Several chickens can make such a small bowl, which looks like tofu sausage. Then, the fresh vegetable juices added to the Qing chicken soup of the court's secret recipe, and it turned green. It tasted tender and tender, and it was the favorite thing that the queen of the Qing Dynasty had at that time."

Natasha was a little stunned when she looked at the piece of "bean flower" in her bowl that was not much bigger than an egg.

The two Russians didn't feel anything about tofu, so they first ate "fan soup" and of course they were also calmed down. They drank a big bowl of Xilihu's mouth: "It's so delicious, let's have two more bowls?"

Mou Chenfei responded in English: "One person only has one bowl, the shark fin has to be worked for a day, and the soup has been boiled for two days, not much."

The Russians who don’t know how to use chopsticks had to use silver spoons and two mysterious Asian small sticks to pick other things.

The most disdainful cabbage boiled in boiling water is indeed very delicious. It also requires a bowl of more than ten selected yellow-hearted cabbages. What secret soup is used? It looks as clear as water, but there are many articles, and it is definitely not worse than the tofu.

Natasha has understood this essence and always listened to Mou Chenfei's introduction with surprise every time she ate it.

Buck smiled and only cared about eating, not talking.

After a meal, Natasha completely changed her view of Chinese food culture: "It turns out that I thought French dinners were the most particular, but it turned out that Chinese had made it so amazing hundreds of years ago."

Buck was satisfied with eating, and wiped his mouth with a towel before speaking: "Since I was a child, my parents were mechanics and elementary school teachers. I must have never eaten such good things. I don't know these legends, but I read a short story in the newspaper and I was deeply impressed."

Mou Chenfei was satisfied with her husband and was indescribable to his behavior. She looked at him with a smile with chopsticks and a hand holding her chin with the other. Her quiet and elegant temperament made the little bald man who occasionally looked up stunned.

Natasha spread her eyebrows and smiled a little: "You used to like to tell stories about China and fool me. I asked Fang, "She? You made up all of them." But she still had an listening attitude.

Buck laughed: "This time, this is really not a writer. He said that a chef is very famous. He said that the dishes he made were ready after going to eat. As a result, someone thought it was very ordinary when eating them. Isn't it just fried diced pork with bean sprouts? What's so strange about this? The chef said, "I'm not bean sprouts, but the two whiskers on the carp's mouth, and the diced meat was cut out in the center of the chicken's claws. Just one plate, you have to make hundreds of fish of the same size and hundreds of chickens of the same size... Do you think this dish is amazing now?"

Natasha looked at the eggplant soup she liked just now. Mou Chenfei also said that this looked like the main ingredients of eggplant. In fact, chicken breast meat was accompanied by fragrant mushrooms, new bamboo shoots, mushrooms, five-spice dried rotten, and a lot of dried fruits that Mou Chenfei couldn't say were cut into melon seed-like crumbs, and then simmered them on the eggplant with complex processes such as simmering and sprinkling them on the eggplant. It would be strange if it was not delicious, so I felt a little thoughtful.

Mou Chenfei is rarely coquettish: "You are mocking me!"

Buck smiled and shook his head: "I don't have such profound skills! I told Natasha that in China, this is called "never tired of eating" and "to be more refined and complicated". As long as you have skill, anyone can think about it. It's just the same as when we see that some high-end cardigan sweater in Paris is just a trouble of fluff under the neck of the Afghan high goat. That's of course expensive. Don't take this matter too profoundly. Paying too much attention to this is just a stubborn one."

After all, Natasha has been with her husband for many years, and she has grown up from an ignorant teenager and can understand it better. She smiled and put the remaining hibiscus chicken into her bowl: "When you cook at home, why do you never eat or get tired of studying it? You also said that I am stubborn? Didn't I just see that China is now strong and I feel sorry for my motherland?"

Buck was proud: "I cook in a creative style, not made up with fine kung fu. I have never practiced this, but just take this little food culture as an example. The Chinese people have been passed down for many years, and now they can finally become stronger. Haven't you seen the years when China eats braised vegetables? Everything needs to be forward... Little comrade!"

As a result, Natasha couldn't understand his last joke that was very polite to the national leader, but Mou Chenfei laughed beside her.

Then I heard the clapping outside, and several people pushed open the wooden door inlaid with glass and walked in...
Chapter completed!