The shopkeeper looked at Rong Yanran with beautiful eyes and a worried look appeared on his face. Yanran faced the worried look and patted her chest: "Don't worry, I'm also from a wealthy family, but I've seen a lot of them. But I can see, teach, but I can't do it."

Her words made the shopkeeper mixed joys and sorrows. Now that things have come to this, he can only be like this. The master outside can't afford to offend him. He winked at the chef, and Yanran walked to the chef and asked, "Master, do you usually make fish like this?"

The chef almost rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Cook or roast."

Is this a very idiotic question? Yanran curled her lips. This guy obviously looked down on me. If it weren't for the handsome guy outside, I wouldn't have liked to smell the smoke here: "Okay, prepare onions, ginger, garlic, oil, salt and pepper." I originally wanted to talk about cooking wine, but I thought that it was not in ancient times, and using chili could remove the fishy smell.

"Cut the green onion into pieces, slice the ginger and garlic. Was the fish washed clean? Slide three or four on each side. OK, put oil in the pot, put the fish in, fry, huh, turn it over, good, pick it up. Is the heat in that pot rising? OK, put the chopped green onion in..." Yanran gestured while directing, not feeling tired at all.

The waiter, the chef and shopkeeper who was a little despised Yanran, changed his view of Yanran after smelling the tempting fragrance and followed her instructions very well.

After the steaming braised carp was brought out, Yanran suddenly couldn't bear it. This was her favorite dish that her mother often cooked. She looked at the plate of fish pitifully and asked weakly: "Shopkeeper, can I eat this one? Let the chef make it for the master outside."

The shopkeeper saw Yanran’s eyes lit up and said with a headache: “Young Master, please spare me. I’ll take it to the master outside first. If you want to eat, let’s make it immediately.”

Yanran wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard someone say, "This fish smells so good! Have the shopkeeper done it?" Murong An said, standing at the kitchen door, wearing white clothes like snow, and looking more and more unconventional. Yanran looked at the food for a while and looked at Murong An, thinking to himself, Oh my God, why aren't these two belonging to me?

Murong An was very happy. When he smelled this special fragrance, he knew that the fish was definitely delicious, especially when he saw that the little girl was so reluctant to leave, he had the heart to tease her.

"Okay, okay, I'll bring it to you right away." The shopkeeper smiled.

"No need, I'll do it myself. Do you want to have a drink with me?" A shallow smile appeared on Murong An's face.

Oh my God! Am I willing? I can't ask for anything! Food is on the left and handsome guys are on the right. The ultimate goal of life! Yanran's face smiled brightly like a flower: "I think so, I think so much. Being able to eat and drink with you is a great blessing in my life. But I can't drink, can I use tea instead of wine?" Everyone was sitting next to the table, and Yanran realized that she was not drunk.

Her stupid questions shocked everyone here to the point of being so tender that she was so swelling inside and out. Murong An was so calm that she just twitched the corners of her mouth. Looking at Yanran's clear eyes as clear as a deer, she felt that she was very cute.

He picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and said lightly: "Yes."
Chapter completed!