How to be a good girlfriend is also a new topic for Dongmei, she is also the first time to date, the first time to be a girlfriend, she has no experience at all, and there are many things that she doesn't understand.
She rubbed the medal there and thought for a while, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the idea of making up for Kitahara Shuji was very good, mainly for laundry, cleaning, changing sheets, bedding, and going to school and school together, etc., I used to do it, and I still do this, I can't show the importance of his injury, and I can't convey my heart, so in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, there is only one word "food" left.
That's only one problem, what if you can't cook She was born with her mother cooking, super delicious, and then her mother passed away, and her father started cooking, and when her father fell ill, it was Haruna who took over the heavy responsibility Kitahara Shuji was free to do it, and Haruna gave him a hand, and when Kitahara Shuji was not available, the whole family was counting on Haruna to eat.
Of course, she didn't know how to do it entirely, she also learned things like cooking noodles and making miso soup in school, but that's all there is to it, and she hasn't cooked a full meal before, so it's a little difficult right now.
But it doesn't matter, who is born with the ability to learn everything She started to be in charge at the age of fourteen, didn't she know anything at first, she secretly shed tears when she washed clothes at night, and then she survived, and now she just cooks a few meals, nothing to be afraid of She thought about it and turned her head to Haruna and said, "Haruna, lend me your recipe." ” Haruna raised her head when she heard this, and asked strangely, "Sister, what do you think that's for?"
She is studying the two sets of maid outfits, she thinks that the black and white clothes are really good-looking, but it's a pity that the eldest sister is more traditional and old-fashioned, and her temperament is a little more competitive, so she insists on refusing to wear them, so she can only collect them for a long time, which is a pity.
"He's not hurt, I want to make him something delicious."
Fuyumi sat there cross-legged and said, "I've been in a relationship with him anyway, and I can't indulge his vices, but I still have to care." ” Haruna didn't show it on her face but was very happy in her heart, and she thought it was a good idea, so she immediately suggested: "Then I'll be the eldest sister and send it to him."
Fuyumi shook her head and said, "No, I'm going to do it myself" Even if she is competitive, she doesn't think she can overwhelm Kitahara Shuiji in cooking skills, that is a celebrity chef who can make tens of millions of dollars a year in the store, as long as she is a normal person, she will not be brain-dead enough to compare cooking skills with this kind of person, she just wants to show her true intentions, of course she can't say it, it's too shy and easy to make that kid swell, but it's okay to let him eat that true love from the cuisine himself.
She is going to cook something delicious for Kitahara Shuiji herself, and integrate her feelings for him, so she can't let Haruna do it, let alone let Haruna guide her, otherwise what if Kitahara Shuji eats Haruka and can't realize her good intentions Haruna hesitated for a moment, but she was still not at ease: "Eldest sister will come by herself, can this work?"
that is, Dongmei, for another person, she looked at her expressionless face and got up and left, it's not difficult to even bother to cook, but it's not easy to make a meal that makes people eat comfortably, and people who think they can know it by looking at the recipe are really fools among fools.
Dongmei is very confident, really full of confidence: "Of course I can do my grades so well, it means that I have a high IQ and strong learning ability, but it must be no problem to cook, go and bring it to me" The most beloved eldest sister gave an order, and Haruna had no choice but to get up and get it.
Dongmei took it in her hand and began to study it, and waved her hand and said, "You go and rest, Haruna, give me the kitchen in the afternoon." ” "Don't you really need me to help you?"
"No, I can do it myself" Dongmei is very stubborn, and what she has decided will not change, so she looks at it very seriously.
There is a foundation, cook a soup and make two side dishes, it must be no problem, don't ask for much deliciousness, focus on feelings, if that kid wants to dislike it, he will blow up his dog head on the spot.
Haruna's continuous persuasion was fruitless, so she had no choice but to go, so she went to the bathroom door first and knocked on the door after listening to no movement, reminding the second sister not to sleep in the bathtub, and then went to the second floor to see Akitaro.
The child wants to take a nap, he is sleeping soundly, and Natsuori Natsusa, who is in charge of watching him today, is also crowded there to sleep and prepare a welcome party at home, but I thought that Kitahara Shuji and Yukiri would not come back until at least evening, but I didn't expect these two people to sneak away early without participating in the victory celebration, and the three little ones didn't know that the plan had been disrupted.
Haruna went around the house and found that there was nothing to do, and now during the summer vacation, there was really nothing to do during the day, and finally went back to her room.
She opened the closet and carefully put the two maid outfits inside as Fuyumi had ordered, and then closed the door of the closet, but stared at the closet door for a while, then pulled the door open again and took out a set.
She hesitated for a moment, locked the door of the room, closed the curtains, and then took off the loose cooking clothes as soon as she pulled the ties, and casually put on the maid's one-piece black dress, then tied the white apron, put on the false collar with lace, put on white stockings, fastened the garter loops, and finally put her hair in a bun in front of the mirror, and then put the white headdress on the same set she was wearing, but she was in the third grade of middle school, and she was fifteen years old, and she had grown a lot in a year, and her height was one meter five, and the clothes were a little small, but barely manageable.
After she put it on, she looked at herself in the mirror in the black and white maid dress very well, the long black skirt reached the knee, the small white apron on the waist was inlaid with a little cute lace, and the waist was very thin, as if it would break if it was slightly broken, and below it were slender legs wrapped in white stockings, and a pair of small feet looked cute.
She gently tied the white ribbon around her neck into a small bow, then turned slightly, looked at the larger bow around her waist, and then stared at her face.
There is no expression, the thin eyebrows are flat, the corners of the lips are flat, and only the dark pupils are like a deep pool, as if they can suck in the surrounding light.
It's not ugly, but it feels so good to wear She looks much better than herself, and she should be even more beautiful when she wears it, so why doesn't she like it What a pity Haruna is working on a maid outfit, and Fuyumi has found out what to cook for Kitahara Shuji with bonito mushroom soup and charcoal-grilled veal.
She carefully read the recipe three times, and felt that the process was relatively simple, and she should be able to handle it, so she copied all the recipes, and then ran to the kitchen.
She is in charge of the purchases in the store at home, and she usually checks the refrigerator and freezer often, so it is not troublesome to find the ingredients, and she quickly finds all the ingredients, and then ties up the small apron and starts to do preliminary processing. "300 grams of white radish diced," she looked at the instructions on the recipe, washed a white radish and cut it with a kitchen knife.
This is not difficult for her, after all, the family is an izakaya, and she usually sees a lot, and as an Aichi short-legged tiger is not a problem to cut people, cutting radishes is a piece of cake, "And then there are carrot slices, well, wild dried mushrooms need to be soaked in water and add some salt, if the water temperature is not said, then you can use cold water to slice 150 grams of tofu is also sliced, bonito is also sliced, shiitake mushrooms are also sliced, and taro root is also sliced It feels very simple" It went very well, and Fuyumi was in good spirits, thinking about the surprised expression of Kitahara Shuji at dinner, and his face couldn't help but blush slightly, and when he was going to praise himself, what should he say "Cut, this kind of little thing, I just do it casually and it doesn't feel good, or I should say that it's not just for you, you just think it's delicious, it's nothing at all."
She thought for a while, feeling a little proud, sat down on the stove, and then looked at the recipe, and found that the recipe said to fry carrots and white radish slices in sesame oil.
She immediately complied, found the sesame oil pot and began to pour oil into the pot She hesitated and poured a little, feeling a little less, and poured it for a while, feeling a little too much, but it should be okay, so she started the fire, and when the oil began to bubble, she poured the carrots and white radish slices into it, and suddenly there was a thud, and the oil began to splash outward, so frightened that she stepped back and strode into the cooking, is it possible to be disfigured She picked up a frying pan and put it in front of her face, and then took the fence and began to pull the radish slices in the oil pan from a distance, and quickly glanced at the recipe, how long does it take to fry until it is slightly soft, and the color is oily, how to judge whether it is soft or hard What a bullshit recipe She recalled how Kitahara Shuji and Haruna used to do it, and it felt as if they didn't need to fry it for too long, and after waiting for more than a minute, she turned off the heat and fished out the radish slices, and found that all the radishes had dried up, one by one, and the roots looked like old radishes in their seventies, all wrinkled.
She hesitated to pick up a blow and took a small bite to taste it, it was not soft, how it was hard, and there was a crunchy feeling, and it was a little bitter.
It's not a failure, it's forgiven for failing the first time, and if you can't eat it well in the snow after a while, you can't waste it.
She stubbornly began to follow the steps on the recipe, and then slowly began to get confused.
One and a half spoonfuls of salt, what is the unit of measurement, how big is the spoon, two tablespoons, soy sauce, spoon and spoon are not the same thing, and what is the difference between a teaspoon of perilla powder and a spoon Eh, didn't it say that the soup made from bonito is milky white, why is it black?
This dish has to be done with two pots at the same time, and she is in a hurry and starts to circle around the kitchen, and by the way, she has to keep reading the recipe to add some mountain root chili oil, how much is this bullshit recipe is so annoying She barely suppressed her temper and hurriedly went to find the spice pile to rummage through the Yamane chili oil, and if she didn't need so many seasonings to make miso soup at school, she just put salt, and there were hundreds of seasoning bottles here A minute later, she found five small glass bottles, all of which had labels attached by Shuji Kitahara, all of which read "Yamane Oil", but the colors were different, and then she looked at the five bottles and began to wonder why there were five kinds of which one should be put in a daze At this time, the pot was boiling again, and she hurriedly turned off the heat, but she felt that it was not right, so she had to add a large spoonful of cold water, then hesitated for a moment, took a small saucer and poured a little mountain root oil to taste, and decided which flavor was good.
She first sniffed it, found that there was no smell, hesitated for a moment and looked up and took a sip, and then smashed her mouth, feeling that there was no taste, after a while, her pair of crescent eyes suddenly widened, a pair of eyes directly bulged out, and her hands were directly pinched into her neck, only to feel that her throat was burning.
She hurriedly rushed under the water tap, held the water tap and began to rinse her mouth, and then drank a few big sips, feeling that it was still spicy, so she simply stuck her little tongue out and began to rinse with the water tap The kitchen turned out to be such a dangerous place: