Chapter 2291 Send an Invitation

Steamed turbot.

Braised chicken with mushrooms.

Steamed meat patties with eggs.

Stir-fried bean sprouts.

Huaishan pork ribs soup.

After Ye Tianlong decided to thwart Ye Qiuqi's "plot", he rolled up his sleeves and walked into the large kitchen. He glanced at the refrigerator and saw four dishes and one soup.

Although they were just ordinary home-cooked dishes, Ye Tianlong believed that the two women would like them, and believed that these foods would make them eat until they were exhausted.

Eight dishes and one soup are useless...

After five names of dishes appeared in Ye Tianlong's mind, he rolled up his sleeves and started working immediately.

Wu Ma knew about this and sneaked in to help Ye Tianlong cook, but Ye Tianlong smiled and refused, only asking her to help wash the knives and cutting board.

Wu Ma began to worry that the eldest son of the Ye family, who had never cooked before, would not only fail to complete the eldest lady's task tonight, but also make a mess of the kitchen.

But her worries soon turned into surprise. Ye Tianlong was not only full of confidence, but also very skillful in his movements.

Everything seemed to flow smoothly, just like a well-edited food show video, with a full sense of rhythm.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Tianlong grabbed the egg and pressed it against the porcelain bowl while chopping the meat on the chopping board.

When the egg cracked with a snap, the yolk and egg white were separated cleanly and fell into different plates.

And the minced meat was also crushed and evenly chopped by his fast knife skills, much more delicate than the machine chopped.

Ye Tianlong seemed to be juggling, not cooking.

When Wu Ma was slightly surprised, Ye Qiuqi brought Park Ziyuan in to gloat over the misfortune, but they were surprised to find that Ye Tianlong's movements were skillful.

"Pah!"

A large piece of yam was quickly peeled by his blade, and then cut into almost equal pieces, and fell into the soup pot with the bones.

The turbot was also carved into a flower by the tip of his knife, and it was placed on the plate with a vague posture of sailing in the sea...

In Ye Tianlong's hands, all kinds of raw materials seemed to be given life and turned into works of art.

"Sister, Ms. Park, wait for thirty minutes."

Ye Tianlong found Ye Qiuqi and Park Ziyuan, smiled and said: "We can eat soon."

"But I didn't make eight dishes and one soup. Four dishes and one soup are enough for the three of us."

Ye Tianlong was dealing with the dishes while talking: "If it's not enough, I'll make more to avoid waste."

While talking, Ye Tianlong threw a bunch of bean sprouts into the air, then stabbed them with a knife, and kept shaking them. The bean sprouts quickly separated into two parts.

The dry and aging part fell into one plate, and the tender part fell into another plate. The green was very beautiful.

Not to mention the bright color, there seemed to be a trace of spiritual energy on it, which made people salivate.

Ye Qiuqi and Park Ziyuan were a little dazed: "This-"

The two women were from wealthy families. They had seen many chefs with superb cooking skills and great knife skills, but they had never seen Ye Tianlong divide the dishes casually like this.

And when they separated, Ye Tianlong didn't look at it carefully, as if everything was under his control.

Ye Qiuqi found that Park Ziyuan's eyes were more fiery.

The bean sprouts fried by Ye Tianlong seemed to be washed and dried, and placed directly on the porcelain plate, without any color change.

Thirty minutes later, four dishes were placed on the table, and the yam bone soup was still boiling.

"Sister, Miss Park, it's time to eat."

Ye Tianlong took off his apron and invited the two women to sit down: "After we finish eating, the soup will be ready. Then we can have another bowl of soup. It will definitely be comfortable tonight."

Ye Qiuqi looked a little dazed: "Ye Tianlong, did you really make these four dishes?"

Ye Tianlong said unhappily: "You watched me make it with your own eyes. If it wasn't me, could it be the snail girl?"

"It surprised me a little."

Ye Qiuqi originally planned to order takeout after Ye Tianlong messed up, but she didn't expect that he really made four dishes and a soup. She was very surprised that he had such cooking skills.

While Ye Tianlong was cooking, Ye Qiuqi also ate some biscuits. At this moment, she had no appetite at all and couldn't get up the appetite.

But when she saw the four dishes and one soup, she couldn't help but want to try it.

Park Ziyuan was also full of surprise. She didn't expect that Ye Tianlong could cook. If the food was delicious, he would definitely be a perfect man.

"Miss Park, come and eat."

Ye Tianlong served Park Ziyuan a piece of egg meat pie.

"Thank you!"

Park Ziyuan picked up the chopsticks, picked up the meat pie and blew it a few times, then slowly put it in her mouth.

When the meat pie entered her mouth, Park Ziyuan's pretty face immediately added a bit of brilliance. She looked at Ye Tianlong with an indescribable shock.

Ye Qiuqi also took a bite, and her pretty face was similarly unbelievable.

This egg meat pie is delicious. Every grain of meat and every strand of egg seems to be filled with hope and has an indescribable fragrance.

"Masida, Masida."

Park Ziyuan couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so delicious, so delicious."

What is melt-in-the-mouth and salivating? Park Ziyuan had an epiphany at this moment.

Ye Qiuqi's eyes were more sparkling. A huge change happened in her family, and her life was completely rewritten. She was actually a little negative about life.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that maybe there were still many things in this world that were worth pursuing.

Whether it was family affection, food, or fake "sister-brother affection"...

Three hours later, in the center of Taicheng City, there was an old castle left over from the Dutch era. It was heavily guarded and brightly lit, with military police standing guard at the door.

Park Ziyuan drove her Yamaha into the castle, then came to a three-story building, handed the car to a guard and went straight inside.

She was holding a thermos flask in her hand.

She walked through a corridor, then went up to the east side room on the second floor, knocked on the door, and when she was allowed to enter, she saw a middle-aged man.

Although it was almost ten o'clock, the middle-aged man was still energetic, holding a brush in his hand and practicing calligraphy on a piece of rice paper.

The middle-aged man looks like he is in his fifties, with thin cheeks, a broad forehead, and an ancient appearance. He looks inconspicuous, but he has an impressive majesty about him.

Pu Ziyuan said respectfully: "Father!"

Nanhan's special consul, Park Zhongjian, represents the will of Mi, Dongyang, Nanhan and other countries that have difficulty entering Taiwan.

He is also the most popular candidate to be the next president of Nanhan.

"came back?"

Pu Zhongjian didn't even raise his head, he just stared at the calligraphy in front of him: "I heard from your second brother that you went out with Ye Tianlong at night?"

"Your sister is looking for life and death against him, and your second brother wants to become his teacher. Why are you hanging out with him?"

"Then Ye Tianlong is so good that you, who have always been arrogant, can look up to you?"

His tone became playful: "You know, in the past twenty years, the three of you have never had anyone to appreciate together, including me as your father."

Although he was talking to Pu Ziyuan, his gestures were still meticulous, and his brush was still calm and leisurely.

The back view reveals my confidence and strength to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai despite the violent wind and rain.

"Dad, he's really great."

Park Ziyuan said respectfully: "His physical skills, ball skills, driving skills, and equestrian skills are all top-notch. Tonight, I got to see his superb cooking skills."

"These are just the talents he has displayed, not all his talents. Even these can give a glimpse of the leopard. He is extremely talented and smart."

She made a judgment: "I think he is worthy of our Pu family's investment."

Pu Zhongjian smiled disapprovingly and said: "Ziyuan, the second child said that you love Ye Tianlong. Are you so high in regard to him that you are carried away by love?"

love?

Pu Ziyuan was slightly stunned. She wanted to explain but finally gave up. She put the thermos on the table, opened it, and poured half a bowl of soup on the lid.

"This is the soup made by Ye Tianlong."

She held the lid with both hands: "I packed some back so dad can have a taste..."

Park Zhongjian frowned slightly and wanted to refuse, but seeing his daughter's confidence and stubbornness, he picked it up and took a sip.

After just one sip, his expression froze. The next second, he said faintly:

"Send an invitation to Ye Tianlong for the family reception the day after tomorrow."