Chen Xiangxiang, a scumbag in the Department of Philosophy, opened her eyes and became an orphan who was devoured.
When Tianbeng started, she secretly rejoiced: Damn it, I finally don't have to read Kant and Hegel!
It's time to pass on the old Chen family's craftsmanship!
She rolled up her sleeves——
Tender beef is skewered on bamboo skewers, and tripe is cooked in a red oil pan.
The fried pork is golden and crispy, and the sweet pear is served in an ice bowl.
The hibiscus chicken slices are as smooth as silk, and the boiled cabbage is as clear as the moon.
There is also a jar of snow fermented wine, which is refreshing and mellow, attracting the nobles to stop.
Neighbors all said: After the opening of Chen Kee Restaurant, even the wind smelled delicious!
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The second son of the Duke of Wei, a doctor, had a benevolent heart and was as bright as the moon, but his heart was as cold as a pond.
Until that day——
"Sir, this crispy pork needs to be dipped in plum sauce." The little cook's fingertips were dipped in honey, and her smiling eyes turned into crescents.
In her little head, there are countless Zen principles that even the masters of Xiangguo Temple cannot explain.
Later, there was a strange story in Bianjing:
The cold and dignified Young Master Wei would squat in front of the stove to peel garlic for her, and would queue up in the rain to buy her favorite green plum pancake.
Even on the wedding night, he knelt upright on the bedside just to taste her sweet wine-like saliva.
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Teach beggars to wrap ducks in lotus leaves when they wake up in the morning.
At noon, I shared a meal with the flower seller and enjoyed the honey-flooded white flowers.
At night, I drink lychee green with my old man at nightfall.
It turns out that the most ironing method is,
It's just a fire and a pot of soup,
And the tall figure who always comes to "ask for leftovers" at closing time.
Concept: two contrasting appearances, a common noble soul
