Yunze sipped the eight-treasure lotus seed rice into his mouth and took a sudden breath.

Su Zhiyu was stunned, his eyebrows froze, and he stared at Yunze nervously.

"Yunze, what's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Yun Ze shook his head violently, then quickly snatched the eight-treasure lotus seed rice in the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Good... delicious, so good!"

He swallowed it in a hurry, his mouth was a little confused.

After a few breaths, he ate all the eight-treasure lotus seed rice.

Looking at Yun Ze, who was still licking the corner of his mouth while still feeling unfulfilled, Helanning was speechless and embarrassed.

After all, they are also masters and servants born to great families.

Why did it look like a hungry wolf pounce on food when he came to Lao Su's house like he hadn't eaten for decades? It's so embarrassing.

But Old Mrs. Su curled her eyes and squinted her eyes and directed Hong Qiurong repeatedly.

"Boss wife, hurry up, add another bowl!"

Yun Ze laughed and grabbed Hong Qiurong's sleeves without hesitation.

"Sister Su, don't be busy, I'll do it myself!"

After saying that, he ran towards the wooden barrel with a bowl excitedly.

This eight-treasure lotus seed rice is the best meal he has ever eaten since he was so old.

Not only is it colorful and appetizing in appearance, but it tastes unique.

The sweet aroma and dense taste are simply a taste feast.

Yunze filled a bowl of eight-treasure lotus seed rice, but he didn't forget to come to Helanning and squeezed his eyes at him.

"Young Master, you can taste it, too."

Helanning's mouth twitched slightly twice, and his cheeks became a little hot.

He pulled Yun Ze to sit down, and then glared at him fiercely.

"You can eat it, there's so much nonsense!"

Of course he will taste it, and he will taste it well. Is this still a reminder?

The dishes on the table had already made him greedy and restless, but the value of people is to make their own products, so they look decent.

Helanning was not too slow, and he slowly followed the rhythm until everyone moved their chopsticks.

After tasting each dish, Helanning couldn't help but look stunning and gave Su Zhiyu a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Zhiyu, your cooking skills are getting more and more sophisticated!"

"That's!"

Su Zhiyu proudly rubbed his tall little Qiong's nose, then pointed to the sweet and sour pork ribs beside him.

"Does Mr. He like this sweet and sour pork ribs the most?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Helanning looked surprised and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"How do you know?"

Although all the dishes are excellent delicacies, because of their taste preference, he has a special liking for sweet and sour pork ribs.

Su Zhiyu smiled and turned the rotating table, turning the sweet and sour pork ribs to Helanning.

"If you like it, eat two more pieces!"

She saw it clearly just now.

The frequency of Helanning's chopsticks stretching towards sweet and sour pork ribs is far higher than other dishes.

Isn't this like, what is it?

Helanning's lips half-quenched, and he smiled politely.

But half of his chopsticks were stretched out, and the sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him were suddenly turned away.

Helanning's chopsticks fell out and looked awkwardly at the sweet and sour pork ribs stopped steadily in front of Su Meimei.

"I love sweet and sour pork ribs, and I want to eat them too!"

She ignored what others thought and picked up several pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs into her bowl.

In this way, she was not satisfied.
Chapter completed!