Ye Hongyu smiled and said, "Grandpa, you really have vision!"

"This bun of soy milk is not simple. You will know after you eat it later."

Ye Tianhong smiled and nodded slightly: "I'm looking forward to it."

But saying this is just to make the granddaughter happy.

What delicacies he has never eaten?

He has all the shares of Mingyuelou.

If you want to eat, you can directly call the chef to come to the manor to cook on site.

Ye Xiangnan got up in person and placed a fast food box and a cup of soy milk in front of Ye Tianhong.

"Dad, this box contains soup dumplings, your favorite food."

Ye Tianhong nodded: "Yes."

Then he looked at everyone and smiled and said, "Don't be particular about it, just start eating."

After saying that, open the lunch box.

A delicate soup dumpling lying quietly inside.

The skin is thin and tender, crystal clear, full and round.

A slight heat evaporates like white mist.

It is as bright as crystal, and it can vaguely under the skin, the shaking soup.

Just looking at it makes people feel very happy.

This craft is extremely experienced and cannot be made in ordinary restaurants!

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Tianhong's eyes, and he felt expectant.

He pinched the chopsticks and picked up the soup bun, which was as full as a small lantern.

It's shaky, very cute.

Bite a corner of the soup dumpling and gently bite the thorny dough.

In an instant, the fragrance gushed out.

His nose twitched.

Ye Tianhong was shocked. The soup tasted so fragrant!

Sucking the soup: "Say..."

Suddenly.

An extremely rich and delicious taste poured into the mouth unrestrainedly.

The lips and teeth were filled with fragrance, and the taste buds were trembling strongly with extreme joy.

Ye Tianhong narrowed his eyes and subconsciously slapped: "Okay! This soup is authentic!"

After sucking the remaining soup, my turbid eyes became much clearer.

The stomach is warm and enjoyable.

"Old man, I've lived so old and haven't drunk such delicious soup yet."

These words come from the heart.

When I was old, my appetite was not very good and I had no taste in anything I ate.

But now, he found that his taste buds were extremely eager for this soup dumpling.

The appetite has improved!

Open your mouth and take a bite.

Ye Tianhong's eyes lit up immediately.

Chew gently, the meat filling filled with gravy rolls on the teeth and the tip of the tongue.

It is salty and light, oily but not greasy, and the aroma of scallions and pork is perfectly matched.

"tasty!"

Ye Tianhong took a few bites and poured soup dumplings.

The brighter the eyes, the taste of the soup dumplings was really beyond his expectations.

"Xiao Rou, which master made this soup dumpling?"

Ye Yirou smiled and said, "My boyfriend."

"Ahem..."

Luo Chengze started coughing, but forced himself to hold it back.

A tsunami of tsunami broke out in my heart.

Boy friend?!

When did Yirou find a boyfriend?

His heart became flustered, but he soon recovered from calmness.

The man named Ye was present, and his tacit vision was still silent.

The three of them naturally knew the reason for Luo Chengze's cough.

What a pity....

The three of them sighed in their hearts at the same time.

But the granddaughter/daughter/sister has identified the spouse for the second half of his life.

Chengze, even if you cough up bleeding, we can't do anything about it.

Luo Chengze felt bitter in his heart, and he felt that the world had lost its color.

Now he just wants to escape from here.

Alas... leave after breakfast.

Luo Chengze thought to himself.

Silently eat soup dumplings.

When the delicious taste raged between the lips and teeth, Luo Chengze was shocked.

The deliciousness of this soup bun was beyond his imagination.

The colors of heaven and earth return to their place instantly!

Even more vivid than before!

Luo Chengze completely submerged in the delicacy and briefly forgot the pain in his heart.

But anesthesia has time limits.

The soup dumplings were quickly finished, as if anesthesia had failed, and the pain at the wound came back.

Luo Chengze lowered his head and sighed slightly.

Just as I was about to find an excuse to leave, I glanced at the soy milk on the corner of my eyes.

Let's leave after drinking soy milk...

When the mellow and sweet soy milk pours into the mouth, perfectly showing the natural fragrance of soybeans.

The pain in Luo Chengze's heart was suppressed in an instant.

Delicious!

He resisted the cheering and excitement.

Clenched his fists tightly.

This soy milk is so delicious beyond imagination!

Whether it was filling soup buns or soy milk, it broke his understanding of food.

This is the real food.

Yi Rou’s boyfriend is very awesome.

But... I won't give up!

Luo Chengze figured out something, was Yi Rou caught her stomach by this man?

This slight thought flickered by, but was captured and magnified infinitely.

Very likely!

If my cooking skills also reach this level, will Yi Rou change her mind?

"call........"
To be continued...