Nan Song took the carved airplane model to the machine room for polishing. He thought it was completely perfect, so he sent someone to send it to Yan Yuan.

Attached is a card:

"Throw a peach and give a plum in return. - Nan Song."

Hope he will like it.

If you stay in the Magic City Castle and can't go out, you have to find some fun for yourself.

Perhaps because he was afraid that his younger sister would be bored by being alone, Luo Junheng did not go out to work today and stayed at home.

Nan Song wandered to the kitchen, planning to cook something delicious for his eldest brother.

There is a Michelin-starred restaurant in the Magic City Castle, and the chefs hired are all international five-star chefs. They are excellent at cooking Western food.

But for a Chinese stomach like Nan Song, eating Western food once or twice is fine. If you eat it every day, you will feel... Chinese food is still broad and profound.

She put on her apron and chef's hat in a decent manner, and began to knead the dough and wrap up the small wontons.

On the stove, a lotus leaf chicken is stewed.

In fact, there are not many local ingredients in China abroad. Even the flour is high-gluten flour used for making bread. Luo Junheng knew that she was not used to eating Western food, so she specially ordered people to purchase these ingredients.

It's just that the castle's chef can cook Chinese food, but the taste is not authentic, so Nan Song simply cooks it himself.

Ladle the chicken soup into another pot and add the wrapped wontons.

On the other stove, the fire was turned on, and Nan Song began to stir-fry vegetables vigorously.

She was guarding three stoves by herself, but she didn't panic at all. She was still humming, and she looked calm and composed, but the song she was humming was out of tune, and her voice was hoarse and sarcastic, which was hard to listen to.

After Luo Junheng finished handling his official duties, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. He glanced at the clock and was about to ask the butler why he hadn't started dinner yet.

A burst of fragrance wafted from the crack in the door, and the taste buds suddenly opened.

There was a knock on the door, and Luo Junheng said "Please come in." Then the door was pushed open, and Nan Song's pretty face came in, "Brother, it's time to eat~"

Sitting in the dining room, looking at the dazzling array of Chinese food on the table, Luo Junheng's blue eyes lit up, as if they contained the Milky Way.

Chicken soup wontons, lotus leaf chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, squirrel mandarin fish, tomato scrambled eggs and braised bamboo shoots are all home-cooked side dishes, but they attract greedy people everywhere.

Luo Junheng had a clear voice and looked at his sister, "Did you do it?"

"yes."

Nan Song nodded, sat down opposite him, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I've eaten the food I cooked. Try my cooking to see if there's any deterioration."

She handed the chopsticks to her eldest brother, and Luo Junheng took it and moved the chopsticks impatiently.

In line with the principle of not wasting, there are many types of dishes, but the portions are not large.

Luo Junheng picked up a piece of spareribs and as soon as he ate it into his mouth, the light in his eyes lit up a little more. It was still the same taste as he remembered, even better.

"How about it?"

He raised his head, looked at his sister's smart eyes that were curved like crescent moons, lightly pursed his lower lip, and said with a smile: "It's delicious."

Nan Song laughed happily, "If it tastes good, eat more."

The brother and sister sat face to face, chatting while eating, a rare relaxing time.

Luo Junheng is half Chinese, and he spent a long time in China as a child, so he has a very deep attachment to Chinese food.

The days when I lived in the Rose Garden can be said to be the happiest time.

Both my mother and my father can cook. They are very busy at work, but when they have time, they cook by themselves, cook for their brothers and sisters, and feed them well.

At that time, he felt that his home was small, but he had many relatives, and he spent every day in happiness and joy.

He thought it would be a lifetime, but he didn't expect it to be so short.

Some people use their whole life to heal their childhood, and some people use their childhood to heal their whole life. He is the latter.

Seeing that Luo Junheng was enjoying the meal, Nan Song raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "How about it, brother? The food I cook is better than what my mother cooks, isn't it?"
Chapter completed!