Chapter 25 The Best Porridge

Su Yayan's reaction was similar to Yu Ziyan's when she heard this. She blinked her eyes in disbelief: "Why do you think so? Did someone tell you something?"

Of course, Huo Chenhuan couldn't admit that he was stimulated by the old man Su Yayan said during the live broadcast. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I'm of high seniority."

Before that, whether it was Su Yayan or her brother, anyone of the same generation as Huo Shaofeng would have to call him uncle.

Su Yayan suddenly understood the crux of the problem, and laughed: "I am not old, but my grandfather's uncle is only eight years old this year, and he runs around like a monkey with a snot bubble. If you dare He said in person that he was old, believe it or not, he immediately ran back and complained to the elders at home?"

Huo Chenhuan was stunned for a moment, but unconsciously imagined the scene, and there was a little more smile in his eyes.

Su Yayan saw the change in his expression, thought of some of the outside world's evaluations of him, more or less guessed what he was minding, and took the initiative to hold his hand: "You are not old at all, on the contrary, I think you... very attractive."

She is so bold in front of other people, and she can't say otherwise, but she always has a little bit of caution in front of her, and she especially likes to care about small things.

Su Yayan wasn't disgusted by such a contrast, instead, there was a little cosmic delight that he was valued.

Huo Chenhuan's heart trembled slightly when he heard Su Yayan's words. Although there was no strange expression on his face, the tips of his ears were red.

Seeing this, Su Yayan's smile deepened a bit: "Okay, let's not talk about that. Hurry up and take a look at the porridge and soup I brought you. It won't taste good if it gets cold for a while."

After watching the whole live broadcast, Huo Chenhuan was extremely curious about the two things Su Yayan did.

"Drink some soup first. This soup is very appetizing. You can try it."

Huo Chenhuan nodded, took the small soup bowl Su Yayan handed over, and tried to take a sip.

"How is it? Does it suit your taste?" Su Yayan looked at Huo Chenhuan eagerly, with a worried and curious look, very much like Dundun who begged him for food in the morning.

Huo Chenhuan's lips curled slightly: "Delicious."

As Su Yayan said before, this soup is a little sour because of the hawthorn. This sourness is mixed with the sweetness of the horseshoe, which is a lot lighter, but it brings out the freshness of the crucian carp.

It smells a bit irritating, but it tastes unexpectedly soft, sweet and meaningful, and it is very memorable.

"Drink more if it tastes good. There is also porridge, which is also good for your health. You have been working a lot recently, so you have to make up for it."

Huo Chenhuan took a deep look at Su Yayan, and after drinking a bowl of soup, he was still not satisfied, and turned to porridge.

Huo Chenhuan usually doesn't eat pig liver at all. It's one thing because it's fishy, ​​and it doesn't taste very good.

But the porridge brought by Su Yayan didn't taste fishy at all, and the pork liver wasn't as hard as it had imagined after biting it, it was very fresh and tender.

"Is it tasty?"

Huo Chenhuan suddenly recovered when he heard Su Yayan's voice, and found that he had unknowingly finished the small bowl of porridge, his face was slightly red, and he was a little embarrassed: "Delicious, this is the best food I have ever eaten. Porridge."

Su Yayan's eyes brightened, and she said cheerfully: "It's good if you like it, if you like it, I'll make it for you later. Of course, it can be changed to something else. I know a lot, and I'm sure you haven't eaten it before. ."