883, 884, and 885 have been revised, so let's read those chapters first.

After reading the photos and resting for a while, Hui Zhixing couldn't stay in the room by himself, so he went to the kitchen to find Jiang Fang.

Before I even walked in, I smelled an enticing spicy smell.

I forgot to mention that although he is not spicy or unhappy, he still likes spicy food.

Jiang Fang is not a picky eater, and only cooks according to the original taste of the dish.

She was busy in the kitchen by herself.

Rice is steamed in the rice cooker, braised pork is stewed in one pot, and spicy chicken is stir-fried in the other.

When Hui Zhixing entered the kitchen, Jiang Fang was about to add fire to the stove, and he hurriedly said, "Come on, I can still do this." ”

Jiang Fang looked at Hui Zhixing and nodded, it was indeed a little troublesome for her to cook the pot while cooking alone, and Hui Zhixing should not be able to do this well.

Hui Zhixing sat on a stool next to the stove, put firewood in his hand and put it in the pot and asked, "Your photos are beautiful, don't you plan to participate in the competition or submit articles to the magazine?"

Jiang Fang concentrated on stir-frying the dishes in his hands, and even his expression did not change, "It's just my hobby, there's no need." ”

There is no need or don't want to, unwilling or don't dare, Hui Zhixing doesn't know, and he doesn't ask again.

At least for now, it seems that Jiang Fang has no intention of doing so.

Jiang Fang lost his mind because of Hui Zhixing's problem, and mechanically stir-fried the vegetables in his hand, and came back to his senses when he smelled a faint smell of burning, and several pieces of meat were sticking to the pot, "The fire is too big!"

"Huh?" Hui Zhixing glanced at the fire in the stove, "Is it big?"

Jiang Fang hurriedly stopped him from continuing to add firewood, "Don't add it, the dishes are all mushy." ”

Hui Zhixing immediately stopped when he heard this, he thought that burning the pot was to keep adding firewood to it.

Jiang Fang hurriedly put out the spicy chicken, although it was a little mushy, but it was still edible after all.

This time, Jiang Fang didn't even dare to let Hui Zhixing burn the pot for her.

Next, Jiang Fang began to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

Seeing that Jiang Fang was about to put seasoning in the pot, Hui Zhixing reminded: "Don't put too much vinegar, or don't put vinegar." ”

Jiang Fang put a large spoonful of vinegar into the pot with an expressionless face, "This dish is not made for you, I will eat this myself." ”

The corners of Hui Zhixing's mouth twitched, and sure enough, Jiang Fang's heart was harder to cover than a stone.

He seriously suspected that if it wasn't the New Year, Jiang Fang might not have kept him as a guest at all.

Hui Zhixing's conjecture is indeed correct.

After that, Jiang Fang used two ingredients that Hui Zhixing had never seen much, bracken and staghorn cabbage and stir-fried two vegetarian dishes, and all the dishes were considered out of the pot.

"Good workmanship. "Even the spicy chicken that is a little mushy is made very delicious by Jiang Fang.

Although I have tasted the porridge cooked by Jiang Fang before, a porridge cannot be used as a criterion for judging a person's cooking skills.

Because Jiang Fang's craftsmanship is really good, Hui Zhixing couldn't help but even taste two more pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs, which made him have a toothache.

He really doesn't like to eat sour food, and when he eats something too sour, he gets goosebumps all over his body.

Jiang put a lot of vinegar in the sweet and sour pork ribs, she likes to eat sour.

Hui Zhixing eats quickly, but he doesn't seem rude, after all, the foundation of the tutor is here.

When he was about to finish eating, Hui Zhixing asked, "You can even make dishes so delicious with this kind of pot, you have many years of cooking experience, right?"

Many years?

It's only been a little over a year.

Jiang Fang shook his head after a brief distraction, "No." ”

I don't know why, Hui Zhixing saw the loss and self-deprecation in Jiang Fang's expression.

He is a director, and he usually understands people's micro-expressions very thoroughly, and he believes that his feelings are not wrong.

But I don't know why Jiang Fang has such an expression.

Is it related to her previous relationship, or is it related to her family environment since childhood?

Jiang Fang really has too many secrets, and even cooking can make Hui Zhixing guess a lot.

He was really attracted by Jiang Fang's story and scratched his ears and cheeks, and his heart was itchy, and when he became more familiar with Jiang Fang, he was so familiar that she was willing to tell him about the past, and he must listen to it all at once.

After the meal, Hui Zhixing took the initiative to ask to wash the dishes.

Jiang Fang handed over the matter to him, but there was not much water in the tank, so she carried two buckets and went to carry water.

There is only one place in the school where there is a tap, and the water is usually used there.

The water for the kitchen also has to be picked up there.

Seeing Jiang Fang carrying water out to fetch water, Hui Zhixing also followed.

Although I filmed at school for more than three days, I didn't pay much attention to things in school because my attention was on filming.

Because he was the only one to use water during this period of time, the faucet was not used much, and he was worried that the book faucet would be frozen, so Jiang Fang wrapped the faucet with cotton cloth.

But the faucet was still frozen.

Jiang Fang had to go back to the kitchen first and get a pot of hot water to pour on the faucet, Hui Zhixing followed, saw Jiang Fang's behavior and asked, "What are you?"

"The faucet is frozen. Jiang Fang didn't stop his movements as he spoke.

After the small half pot of water was poured, she unscrewed the faucet, but without twisting it, she continued to water it, and when the pot of water was almost finished, the faucet was twisted.

Jiang Fang watered, and Hui Zhixing watched her from the side.

Jiang Fang's hair was not too long, but it was also over the shoulders, because of cooking and eating, she tied her hair in a low ponytail, because of the low head, there were a few strands of broken hair on the sideburns scattered from behind the ears, covering the side face, blurring the outline of the side face.

She wore a plain white turtleneck sweater and a bright red cotton wool jacket today.

She rarely wears red, it should be because she wears it because of the Chinese New Year today.

These two contrasting colors are not inconsistent with her at all, but sink her skin like condensed, her lips red and her teeth white.

There is the whiteness of the snow, and the heat of the fire.

She is a very contradictory person, she is extremely cold when she is not smiling, and when she laughs, even when she is just smiling, she has a charm flowing out, which is charming but not vulgar.

She has hooking eyes, but she never speaks with them.

There is always a stagnant silence in the eyes.

Others use their eyes to express their feelings, but she uses her eyes to seal her heart.

It's too hard to get into the heart of such a person thoroughly.

After Jiang Fang took the two buckets of water, Hui Zhixing came back to his senses and said, "I'll come." ”

Jiang Fang glanced at Hui Zhixing, "It's better for me to come." ”

Jiang Fang's subtext Hui Zhixing heard it, and she was saying that he might not be able to do it.

It's just two buckets of water, she can lift it alone and a woman, how can he not be a man?!

Hui Zhixing is this kind of personality that can't stand the excitement, although Jiang Fang didn't provoke him, she just told the truth.

But Hui Zhixing still rolled up his sleeves and passed two buckets of water, Jiang Fang was worried that the dispute would spill the water, so he gave all the water to Hui Zhixing.

When Hui Zhixing took the two buckets of water, his body staggered, and both hands sank.

Holy, so heavy!

Usually Jiang Fang mentions it alone?

Megumi didn't lose face, and carried two buckets of water back to the kitchen in one go.

The water was sprinkled a lot along the way, and Jiang Fang didn't say anything.

As soon as he put down the bucket, Hui Zhixing's hands began to ache.

He didn't expect to be bent over by two buckets of water.

Jiang Fang poured water into the water tank and said, "I'd better wash the dishes." ”

Hui Zhixing hurriedly shook his head and refused: "No, I'll just come." ”

He said that he wanted to wash the dishes, how could he hand it over to Jiang Fang?

Since Hui Zhixing insisted, Jiang Fang washed his hands and did something else.

Hui Zhixing brushed the bowl with a sigh, and was just about to excitedly announce that he hadn't broken a single bowl when he saw that Jiang Fang had already reconciled a ball of noodles.

After that, Jiang Fang began to mix the filling of the dumplings.

"Are you going to make dumplings?"

Jiang Fang nodded.

Hui Zhixing continued: "I don't have anything to do, I'll accompany you to pack some." ”

Jiang Fang glanced at Hui Zhixing and didn't say anything, but the thoughts he expressed were very clear: Will you?

Hui Zhixing couldn't stand being questioned by others, "It's not difficult to make dumplings, isn't it just to put the stuffing in the skin and pinch it tightly?" ”

Jiang Fang nodded and replied with a "hmm".

I didn't say I believed him, and I didn't say I didn't believe him.

This aroused Hui Zhixing's desire to win even more, and he couldn't go.

As soon as Jiang Fang adjusted the filling and rolled out the dough, Hui Zhixing took one and started the package.

The first one was wrapped very seriously, but the filling was too little, it was very deflated, and it didn't look good.

He put more stuffing in the second one, but he put too much stuffing, and the dough broke, so Jiang Fang had to let him wrap another layer of crust on it.

Third, he reduced the filling, but he still didn't control the amount well, and the dough didn't close tightly.

After the fourth, fifth, and sixth......

The wraps are getting better and better, but they're all ugly.

Jiang Fang felt that Hui Zhixing's level may not be as strong as that of elementary school students like her, and his personality is indeed like a child sometimes, he is very serious when he is serious, and he is skinny and violent when he is not serious, and he can't stand the stimulation of others.

Jiang Fang rolled out the dough and began to wrap it herself, she wrapped it quickly, and soon it was more than Hui Zhixing's half-hour pack, and each one was full and firm.

Hui Zhixing felt crushed.

After wrapping it for a long time, Hui Zhixing's hands were sore, and he didn't want to wrap it when he was tired, so he looked at the dumplings that had been wrapped in two drawers, shook his hand and said, "Let's wrap this too much, you can't eat it alone." ”

Jiang Fang didn't stop the movements in his hand, "I won't eat these, you can take them back and eat them with your crew." ”

Jiang Fang's words fell, and Hui Zhixing was stunned.

After Jiang Fang finished wrapping the dumplings in his hand, he looked at Hui Zhixing puzzled and asked, "Aren't these enough?"

Before Hui Zhixing could answer, Jiang Fang said to himself: "Also, there are so many people in your crew, these should not be enough, I will meet with some later, and then wrap up a little." ”

Hui Zhixing hurriedly shook his head, "No, I didn't mean that, I mean you don't eat these, give us food?"

"You can't cook here, you should still eat some dumplings for the New Year, if I can eat it, I can wrap it again, you can borrow a pot from the owner of the hotel and cook it at that time." ”

Hui Zhixing didn't speak, but just looked at the dumplings in his hand and had a different mentality just now.

In the end, after wrapping the noodles and the seasoned fillings that Jiang Fang had reconciled, Hui Zhixing didn't let Jiang put the buns anymore.

However, Hui Zhixing didn't take all these dumplings away, and the ones he wrapped at the beginning were left by Jiang Fang, "These are easy to spread out in the pot, you can just bring those good ones." ”

Hui Zhixing nodded and agreed, he also felt that the ones he packed were too bad, but he also felt embarrassed to give Jiang Fang, "I'll take these back and eat them myself." ”

"You can't do these next pots, and the next pot will still spread out with the others, so I'll stay. ”

Jiang Fang just told the truth, and Hui Zhixing really had no way to refute it, so he had to agree.

Jiang Fang used several drawers in his kitchen to fill dumplings for Hui Zhixing, "Just send them back to me when you are free, if you are not free, you don't need to send them." ”

She dropped Hui Zhixing to where he parked his car and went back on her own.

Hui Zhixing, who was supposed to drive away, didn't go, he sat in the car and watched Jiang Fang's figure gradually moving away, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a deep thought in his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly shook his head and smiled, Jiang Fang is really an incomprehensible person.