The Pretty Man I Picked Up [Time Travel]

Chapter 92 My name is Wen Chengyu

Xu Haorui, Zhang Dazhuang, Liang Jinming and his wife, and Luo Mingxuan shared a table of seven, and the others basically shared a table as a family or together as a table.

The little protagonist fell asleep before the food was served, and was left in the room by his two fathers.

Wen Chengyu looked at the dishes on the table, many of which he had never tasted before. Everyone touched the bowls, and after he took a bite, he praised: "Brother Xu Xian, you have good cooking skills."

Luo Mingxuan nodded, "Xu Xiandi will not have to worry about food and clothing just because he has this cooking skill. I don't think the signature dishes in the town's restaurants can compare to Xiandi's cooking."

"It's funny." Xu Haorui said with a smile, "It can't compare to the delicious food that Brother Luo and Brother Wen usually eat. What I'm doing is just a novelty to let everyone have a taste."

Luo Mingxuan smiled and shook his head, "I'm glad I'm here today. It's worth the trip!"

He turned to Liang Jinming and said, "Thanks to Brother Liang Xian, otherwise I wouldn't have known a friend like Brother Xu Xian."

Liang Jinming was imitating Xu Haorui to pick up vegetables for his husband. An Geer put aside the dishes he picked up in disgust and said angrily: "Stop picking them up for me, I don't eat fat meat."

"Sorry, I'll eat it, I'll eat it." He picked up two pieces of fat meat and put them back into his bowl. Seeing that Luo Mingxuan was talking to him, and this scene happened to be seen by him, Liang Jinming raised his wine bowl to him awkwardly and smiled, "You're welcome, Brother Luo, let's go."

Luo Mingxuan held back his laughter and touched the bowl with him.

Wen Chengyu curiously took a bite of the shredded potatoes and found that they were surprisingly delicious. He picked up the shredded potatoes and looked at them for a moment. He couldn't guess what kind of ingredients they were, so he humbly asked, "What is this?"

Luo Mingxuan sat with him and tilted his head to look at the thing in his hand. Seeing that he had never eaten that dish, he curiously asked: "Is it delicious?"

Wen Chengyu nodded.

Everyone else at the table looked over, including Luo Mingxuan and Wen Chengyu, who were eating potatoes for the first time and didn't know the name.

Zhang Dazhuang sat close to him. He straightened his back with renewed energy, and said with pride in his eyes, "This thing is called potato. Have you never eaten it? It looks like a round lump."

Wen Chengyu nodded slightly, "Uncle Zhang, I have never heard of this crop. Is it unique to your village? But I have never seen anyone selling it in the town market."

He was a little confused, and he knew a lot. In order to understand the customs and customs of this place, he read many relevant documents and records.

Luo Mingxuan, who was sitting on the other side of him, pricked up his ears.

Zhang Dazhuang wanted to show off his disciple to him, but when he saw his face full of doubts, he showed off: "It seems that we have to pursue it until last year. My disciple, that is, Haorui, and I went up the mountain together, and he found it when he was hunting the black blind man."

"So it's a wild product from the mountain?" Wen Chengyu grasped the key point.

Zhang Dazhuang saw that he didn't grasp the point of showing off in his words, and immediately said proudly: "What you are eating now is not a wild product, it was grown by Haorui himself."

When Lin Qingjiu saw her master wanting to show off, she pursed her lips to hold back a smile and raised her eyebrows. Xu Haorui didn't look at his master and turned around to pick up some food for the young husband. Seeing the man's almond-shaped eyes curled up and his eyes moving slightly, he asked in a low voice: "Brother Qing, what are you laughing at? You are so happy?"