Chapter 412

How to be a good girlfriend is also a new topic for Dongmei. She is also the first time to communicate and be a girlfriend for the first time. She has no experience and doesn't understand a lot of things.

She rubbed the medal there and thought for a while. The more she thought about it, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about it. She thought it was a good idea to make up for xiuci Beiyuan - mainly doing laundry, cleaning, changing sheets and bedding, going to school and school together. These things were done before, but still do now. They can't show that she pays attention to his injury and can't convey her feelings. There is only one "food" left in terms of clothing, food, housing and transportation Word.

There's only one problem. What if you can't cook?

She was born with her mother cooking. It was delicious. Later, when her mother died, my father began to cook. When my father fell ill, it was spring food that took over the important task - he did it when Beiyuan xiuci was free. Spring food started for him. When Beiyuan xiuci was not free, the whole family looked forward to spring food for dinner.

Of course, she doesn't know how to cook noodles and make miso soup at school, but that's all. She hasn't cooked a complete meal before, so she's a little embarrassed now.

But it doesn't matter. Who is born with everything? Can't learn!

She started to be a housekeeper when she was 14 years old. She didn't know anything at first. She secretly shed tears when she washed clothes at night. Later, she survived. Now she's just cooking a few meals. There's nothing terrible!

She thought about it and turned to spring food and said, "spring food, lend me your recipe."

Spring vegetables looked up at the speech and asked strangely, "elder sister, what are you doing with that?"

She is studying the two sets of maid clothes. She thinks they are black and white. It's really beautiful. Unfortunately, the eldest sister is more traditional and old-fashioned, and she is a little competitive. She insists on not wearing them. It's a pity that she can only collect them for a long time.

"He's not hurt. I want to make him something delicious." Dongmei sat cross legged and said, "at least I've been in contact with him. I can't indulge his bad habits, but I still have to care."

The spring vegetables were not exposed on the noodles, but I was very happy. I thought it was a good idea. I immediately suggested, "let me send it to him, elder sister?"

Dongmei shook her head and said, "no, I'll come by myself!"

Even if she is competitive, she doesn't think she can surpass kithara xiuci in cooking skills. She is a famous chef who can earn tens of millions of yuan a year in the store. As long as she is a normal person, she won't be mentally crippled to compare her cooking skills with such people. She just wants to show her mind - the real heart can't be said. It's too shy and easy to inflate the boy, But it's OK for him to eat the truth from the food.

She is going to cook some delicious food for Beiyuan xiuci in person and integrate herself into her feelings for him. Therefore, she can't let spring food do it and let spring food guide her. Otherwise, what should Beiyuan xiuci do when she eats spring food? What if you don't realize your good intentions?

After hesitating for a while, Chuncai still doesn't trust: "elder sister, can you come by yourself? Can this work?" that is, Dong Mei. She looks expressionless and gets up and leaves. She doesn't even bother to reason - it's not difficult to cook, but it's not easy to make food that makes people feel comfortable. People who think they can do it by looking at the menu are really fools among fools.

Dongmei was very confident and really confident: "of course! My grades are so good, which shows that I have a high IQ and strong learning ability. I just have no problem doing cooking! OK, go and get it to me!"

The most beloved eldest sister gave the order. There was no choice but to get up and get the spring food. Dongmei began to study when she received it. She waved her hand and said, "go and have a rest, spring food, and give it to me in the kitchen in the afternoon."

"Really don't I have to fight you?"

"No, I can do it myself!" Dong Mei was very stubborn, determined that things would not change, and buried her head in it very seriously. There's a foundation. It's certainly no problem to cook a soup and make two small dishes - don't ask for more delicious food, but focus on feelings. If the boy wants to dislike it, he'll blow his dog's head on the spot.

Spring food failed in persuading, but had no choice but to go. First, I went to the bathroom door to listen. When there was no news, I knocked on the door to remind my 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. Today, Xia zhixia Sha, who is responsible for watching him, is also crowded there to sleep. The family has prepared a welcome party, but originally thought that Peiyuan xiuci and Xueli would not come back until evening. Unexpectedly, these two people did not participate in the victory celebration and sneaked away early. The three little people do not know that the plan has been disrupted.

Spring food went around the house and found that there was nothing to do. Now during the summer vacation, there was really nothing to do during the day. Finally, I went back to my room. She opened the closet, carefully put in the two sets of maid clothes according to Dong Mei's instructions, and then closed the door of the closet, but stared at the closet door for a while, opened the door again and took out one.

She hesitated for a moment, locked the room, drew the curtains, pulled the tie, took off her loose cooking clothes, put on the maid's one-piece black skirt, tied a white apron, tied a lace neckline, put on white stockings, tied a sock ring in the skirt, and finally tied a bun in front of the mirror, Put on the white headdress properly - she's wearing Dongmei's suit, but she's in the third grade of junior high school. She's more than 15 years old. She's a lot older. At present, she's 1.51 meters tall. The dress is a little small, but she can barely make do with it.

After wearing it, she looked at herself in the mirror - the black-and-white maid's clothes were very correct, the long black skirt reached the knee, the small white apron on the waist was inlaid with a little lovely lace edge, and it seemed that the waist was very thin, as if it would break if it was folded gently. Below was the slender lower legs wrapped in white silk stockings, and a pair of small feet looked smooth and tender.

She gently tied the white ribbon in front of her neck with a small bow, then gently turned her body, looked at the larger bow around her waist behind her, and then stared at her face.

There was no expression. The thin eyebrows were flat and the corners of the lips were flat. Only the dark pupils looked like a deep pool. They seemed to be able to suck in the surrounding light. They didn't see the bottom - usually they looked a little gloomy, but they felt a lot dignified with the maid's clothes.

This dress is not ugly. It feels good.

The eldest sister looks much better than herself. She should be more beautiful in it. Why doesn't she like it?

What a pity!

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Spring food is studying maid clothes. Dongmei has found what to do to replenish xiuci Beiyuan - bonito dried mushroom soup and carbon roasted veal, both of which are helpful to restore joint fatigue.

She carefully read the recipe three times and felt that the process was relatively simple. She should be able to cope with it. She copied down all the recipes and ran to the kitchen.

She was in charge of all the purchases in the store at home. She often checked the refrigerator and freezer. It was not troublesome to find the ingredients. She quickly found the ingredients, and then tied up a small apron and began to do preliminary treatment.

"Cut 300 grams of white radish..." she looked at the instructions on the menu, washed a white radish, touched the kitchen knife and started.

It's not difficult for her. After all, she lives in a wine house at home. She usually sees a lot. Moreover, as an Aichi short legged tiger, it's no problem to cut people. Cutting turnips is a piece of cake, "... then carrot slices. Well, wild dried mushrooms should be soaked in water with some salt. How much is the water temperature? If not, cold water is OK? 150g tofu is also sliced, bonito is also sliced, mushroom is also sliced, taro root is also sliced... It feels very simple!"

It's going well. Dongmei is in high spirits. Thinking about the surprise expression of xiuci Beiyuan at dinner, she can't help blushing - what should he say when he wants to praise himself?

"Cut, I just do this little thing casually... I don't feel very good, or I should say so... It's not specially made for you. It's ok if you think it's delicious. It's nothing at all."

After thinking for a while, she was a little proud. She sat on the stove and looked at the recipe. She found that the recipe said to fry carrots and white radish slices with sesame. She immediately did so, found a sesame oil pot and began to pour oil into the pot - how much should I pour?

She hesitated and fell a little. She felt a little less. She fell for a while and felt a little more. However, she should make do with it. She turned on the fire, waited for the oil to start bubbling, and poured in the carrots and white radish slices. Suddenly, the oil began to splash out, frightening her to take a big step back. Is cooking so dangerous? Is it likely to disfigure?

She conveniently picked up a pan and blocked it in front of her face. Then she took the fence and began to scratch the radish slices in the oil pan from a distance. She also took a quick look at the menu - how long is it fried? Ah? It's a little soft and bright? This... How can we judge whether it's soft or hard?

What's this shit recipe?

She recalled how xiuci Beiyuan and spring vegetables were made before. She felt as if she didn't need to fry for too long. After waiting for more than a minute, she turned off the fire and fished out the radish pieces. She found that all the radishes were dry, one by one, and they were like old radishes in their seventies, all wrinkled.

She hesitated to pick up one and blew it cool. She tasted it. It's not soft. Why is it hard? There's a crisp feeling and a little bitter.

It's not a failure, is it? But the first failure should also be forgiven. No, it can't be wasted if you eat it in the snow later.

She hardened her head and continued to follow the steps on the menu, and then slowly began to be confused.

A spoonful and a half of salt? What is the measurement unit of a spoonful? How big a spoon should be used? Two tablespoons of soy sauce? Aren't the spoons and spoons the same thing? And a teaspoon of Perilla powder... What's the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?

Eh? Doesn't it say that the soup made by bonito is milky white? Why is it black?

It seems that the effect is not quite right, and this dish needs to be cooked in two pots at the same time. For a moment, she was in a hurry and began to spin around in the kitchen. By the way, she kept looking at the recipe - adding some mountain root spicy oil? How much is some? This shit recipe is so annoying!

She managed to suppress her temper and quickly went to the seasoning pile to look for Shangen spicy oil. She didn't need so many seasonings to make miso soup at school. She just put salt. Here, there are hundreds of seasoning bottles... Should the boy be so particular about cooking? Why are there so many homemade seasonings?

A minute later, she found five small glass bottles, all of which had labels posted by xiuci Beiyuan, which uniformly said "mountain root oil", but the colors were different. Then she looked at the five bottles and began to be dazed - why are there five kinds? Which should be put?

At this time, the pot was boiling again. She hurried to turn off the fire, but she didn't think it was right. She had to add a tablespoon of cold water, then hesitated for a moment, poured a little mountain root oil with a small plate, and decided to add what kind of taste is good.

She first smelled it and found that there was no smell. She hesitated. She looked up and got stuffy. Then she smashed her mouth. She felt that there was still no smell. A moment later, her pair of crescent eyes suddenly opened wide, and then her pair of eyes protruded directly, and her hands pinched directly into her own neck. She only felt her throat burning.

She rushed to the bottom of the water tap, held the water tap and began to gargle, and then drank a few mouthfuls, but she thought it was still very hot. She simply put her little tongue out and began to rinse with the water tap

Was the kitchen such a dangerous place?!