Interstellar baby care letter

Chapter 56 The Competition at the Dinner Table (Part [-])
The dining table is large enough for a dozen people to sit.

Nan Shu was sitting next to Nan Jue, Ning Fu was sitting next to her, and Lu Xuan was opposite.

There are more than 20 dishes on the table, both meat and vegetables.

Stewed chicken with mushrooms, soufflé, rose bean curd pork ribs, drunken shrimp, winter bamboo shoots and cabbage, eight-treasure chicken, cold okra, assorted mushroom fish soup...

A table of dishes, delicious taste.

"Let's eat."

A group of people started to move.

Daoerluosi made a move at the same time, holding the chopsticks and going straight to the stewed chicken with mushrooms.

Doyle muttered in his mouth: "This is the dish, I have been hungry for a long time."

The stewed chicken with mushrooms was covered with sauce, with a rich color and an attractive aroma. Ross precisely picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, nodded vigorously, and agreed with Doyle's words.

The two of them arrived first, and after smelling the dishes for a long time, they finally got their mouths.

Others followed suit and also took a piece of meat.

Qin Qingbai felt the mellow taste in his mouth. The chicken has been simmered for a long time, permeated with the umami taste of mushrooms, and the rich sauce, put it in his mouth to chew twice, the tenderness of the chicken meat is perfectly displayed, mellow and delicious The taste is exploding on the taste buds, and after swallowing, the aftertaste is endless, and there is lingering sweetness in the mouth.

"Delicious in the world!" Qin Qingbai shouted.

Ross had tears in his eyes after eating, "I don't drink nutrient solution anymore, anyone who likes to drink that stuff can drink it."

It's cold and bitter, like poison, don't drink it, absolutely don't drink it.

Nan Shu chuckled.

The others were chewing their food, unable to speak, and could only nod wildly.

After tasting delicious food, who wants to drink nutrient solution.

"Mom, soup." Nan Jue looked very calm, stretched out her little finger, and pointed at the assorted mushroom soup on the table.

Nan Shu skillfully picked up a bowl and filled a bowl of soup for Nan Jue.

"Thank you." Nan Jue smiled sweetly, her jet-black glazed eyes sparkled, and her whole person was Yuxue and cute.

Nan Shu couldn't hold back and pinched his face.

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When looking back at the dining table, everyone turned on the "fighting" mode.

Everyone here is from a good family background, even if it is the first time to eat, they all show decent etiquette.

But Nan Shu still glanced at them several times in surprise.

How did they manage to chew quickly, pick food with precision, and even snatch food without making a sound?

For example, just now, Qin Qingbai and Yan Ping aimed at the last piece of soufflé, but Qin Qingbai moved a little faster, and the last piece of soufflé was caught in his mouth.

Yan Ping acted accordingly, deflected his wrist, and landed his chopsticks on the drunken shrimp next to the soufflé, with a calm expression. If Nan Shu hadn't observed carefully, he wouldn't have seen the "competition" between Qin Qingbai and Yan Ping at all.

Ross and Doyle are also not to be outdone, two old foodies, fighting for success without showing their faces.

Nan Shu was shocked.

Looking at Lu Xuan again, his sitting posture is straight and straight, his face is indifferent, but the speed of his strikes is not slower than anyone else. He made a noble and elegant demeanor.

Nanshu's eyes rounded slightly:...a group of foodies!
Thinking about it, Nan Shu was not slow, so she quickly picked up two dishes for Nan Jue, Xiao Jue couldn't compete with this group of foodies.

Facts have proved that Nan Shu was too worried.

Relying on his small size, nimbleness and rich experience in serving vegetables, Nan Jue took his own small spoon and scooped one spoonful at a time. His small bowl was almost piled up into hills.

Nan Shu:... She is the stupidest co-author... Ah bah, the slowest.

Nan Shu, who was aroused to fight, began to fight with high spirits, and joined this "discreet" food battle.

The atmosphere at the table was high.

As the food became less and less, the atmosphere at the table became more and more intense.

There was only the last piece of bright red meat and tender meat left on the plate. Qin Qingbai moved his chopsticks and was about to grab it, but a pair of chopsticks snatched away the meat first.

Qin Qingbai was stunned, looked up along the chopsticks, and saw his grandson——Qin Ye.

"Stinky boy, does the old man know?"

Qin Ye's face was indifferent, and he replied in a hurry: "Grandpa, there are no fathers and sons on the battlefield."

"Whoever is father and son with you, I am your grandfather."

"Grandpa is the same." Qin Ye picked up another dish and replied quickly.

Qin Qingbai was angry.

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For a meal, the host and guest enjoy themselves.

All the food was swept away in a sweeping motion, not even the soup left.

Everyone half leaned on their chairs, touching their full stomachs, "Well... a little uncomfortable"

But this feeling is kind of novel.

Nan Jue was held in Nan Shu's arms, her belly was bulging, and she was lazy.

The others didn't speak, and their heads were a little empty.

For the first time in their many years of life, they experienced so much.

For the first time, I know sweet and sour fruits, fragrant tea, delicious meals, and the feeling of fullness.

Nan Shu didn't say anything, she gently rubbed Nan Jue's stomach, looking at the bright moon outside the villa through the transparent glass floor-to-ceiling windows.

The moonlight is soft and the shadows of the trees are whirling.

The villa is quiet, and the comfortable and warm emotions flow slowly.

After a long time, Doyle stretched his waist and said, "Nan girl, I've decided, I'll live next to your house from now on, and I'm going to come to eat in the future, so don't dislike me."

"of course."

Ross stared: "What are you doing, school is about to start, you can't move to the first district?"

Besides, even if you have a meal, you should bring him with you.

"I'll talk about it when the time comes, I'll talk about it when the time comes." Doyle waved his hand indifferently.

Now those academic researches in class are not as attractive to him as food.

(End of this chapter)