Chapter 231 Homely Meals

"Dad, Cheng Ling, dinner is ready." Jiang Qilan came in, wiping his hands with a tissue.

Cheng Ling put aside her guesses and stood up with Jiang's father.

"We have simple home-cooked meals, Miss Cheng, please don't despise us." Jiang's father said.

Cheng Ling shook her head: "Of course not, I've smelled the fragrance a long time ago."

After that, she glanced at Jiang Qilan.

Cheng Ling didn't see any worry in his expression.

So... Brother Lan didn't know what Jiang's father was worried about.

——Then what was he going to tell me?

Just thinking about it, several people came to the restaurant.

Jiang's father said it was a home-cooked meal, and it was really a home-cooked meal.

There was no fancy plating, just like the New Year's dinner table of ordinary people, although simple, but very rich.

In the middle of the restaurant was a small rectangular wooden dining table, which was full of food.

Sweet and sour spare ribs, braised sea bass, stir-fried lamb slices with scallions, braised shrimps, beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, three-cup chicken wings, stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots, eggplant with sauce, and cabbage with vinegar.

Cheng Ling also saw the sliced ​​beef tendon, garlic sausage, and barbecued pork from Fengcheng's most friendly chain delicatessen.

The Jiang family was simple, and Jiang Qilan ordered more meat dishes. The kitchen racked its brains, fearing that there would not be enough meat dishes, so it cut cooked food to make up for it.

Putting together such a large table of dishes in such a short time - very sincere.

Jiang Qilan pulled out a chair for Cheng Ling, and then he pulled out the chair on Cheng Ling's right and sat down.

Sitting on her right side made it easier to pick up dishes for her.

Father Jiang picked up the chopsticks with a smile: "Miss Cheng, just treat it as eating at home, don't be restrained! Qilan, help take care of the guests."

"Yeah." Jiang Qilan responded and picked up the chopsticks, "Eat, there are not so many rules in my family."

Cheng Ling then picked up the chopsticks, "Then I'll start eating!"

Anyone who has eaten with Cheng Ling will feel the same way. Eating with her will make you feel that the food is particularly delicious.

She sat at the table with her waist straight. When she picked up the dishes, her movements were neat and neat, her posture was light and relaxed, and her eating appearance was both beautiful and serious.

Cheng Ling, such a pretty girl, ate so sweetly that the appetites of others were also boosted.

When Cheng Ling reached out her chopsticks to pick up the stir-fried lamb slices with green onions for the third time, Jiang Qilan brought the dish over.

From time to time, Jiang Qilan used the public chopsticks to pick up a few pieces of sea bass or beef brisket for Cheng Ling.

Although Cheng Ling is not picky about food and eats everything, it does not mean that she does not have her own preferences.

Jiang Qilan observed carefully. If it tasted good, her eyelids would slightly raise. If it didn't taste good, her little nose would slightly twitch, but very slightly. Then she would chew a few times and swallow it.

And the scallion-fried lamb - she loved it very much, and Jiang Qilan was very happy - this was cooked by himself.

There was only one chef named Wang in their kitchen, and he was not young anymore.

The Jiang family rarely entertained guests, and Chef Wang only cooked three or two dishes for the Jiang family father and son each time. This time, he was really exhausted preparing such a large table of dishes.

When Jiang Qilan arrived in the kitchen, most of the dishes had been cooked.

He saw the chopped scallions and lamb slices on the cooking table, and an idea came to his mind.

Scallion-fried lamb is very simple, and the ingredients are ready-made, and it can be cooked in three minutes.

So he wrapped a scarf around his neck and cooked a dish.

Chef Wang smiled: "Young Master, today's guest seems to be very important, and you are asked to cook in person."

Jiang Qilan flipped the spoon, turned the lamb slices over, smiled, and did not comment.

Cheng Ling actually loves the food he cooks - he doesn't know why he is so happy.

At the end of the meal, Jiang's father couldn't eat anymore.

He had eaten twice as much as usual.

However, Cheng Ling and Jiang Qilan were still eating, and they didn't look full at all.

Jiang's father couldn't help but sigh: It's great to be young.

The rectangular table was not big. The two of them sat side by side on the long side. When they lowered their heads to eat or pick up food, it was inevitable that there would be some subtle touch.

Both of them were wearing short sleeves, and their clear and white arms rubbed against the strong arms with protruding blood vessels.

Every time at this time, Jiang Qilan felt that his brain was uncontrollably concentrating the nerves of his whole body to the place where the two touched.

That touch was deeply imprinted in his mind.