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 about it for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the idea of making up for Kitahara Shuji was very good - mainly laundry, cleaning, changing sheets and bedding, and going to school and leaving school together, etc., I used to do it, and now I still do this, I can't show the importance of his injury, I can't convey my heart, and 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, 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 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, "Eldest sister, what do you think that is 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 cook 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 she 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 over to him, right?"

Dongmei shook her head and said, "No, I want to come by myself!"

Even if she is competitive, she doesn't think she can overwhelm Kitahara Shuji in cooking skills, that is a famous chef who can make tens of millions of dollars in the store earn tens of millions of dollars a year, 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 heart - of course you can't say true intentions, that's too shy and easy to make that kid swell, but it's okay to let him eat that true love from the cooking himself.

She is going to cook something delicious for Kitahara Shuji herself, so as to 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? What if you can't realize your good intentions?

Haruna hesitated for a moment: "Is the eldest sister coming by herself? Can this work?" That is, Fuyumi, in another person, she got up and left with a blank face, and she didn't even bother to take care of it - it's not difficult to cook, but it's not easy to make a meal that makes people feel comfortable, and people who think they can learn by looking at the recipe are really fools among fools.

Dongmei is full of confidence: "Of course I can! My grades are so good, it means that I have a high IQ and strong learning ability, but cooking must be no problem! Okay, go get it to me!"

Haruna couldn't help it, so she got up and went to get it, and Dongmei took it in her hand and began to study it, waved her hand and said, "You can rest!"

"Don't you really need me to do it for you?"

"No, I can do it myself!" "Dongmei is very stubborn, and what she has decided will not change, so she buries herself in research. There is a foundation, cook a soup and make two side dishes, it must be no problem - don't ask for much deliciousness, just do your best, if that kid wants to dislike it, he will blow his dog head on the spot.

Haruna had no choice but to leave, so she went to the bathroom door first and knocked on the door when there was no movement, reminding the second sister not to soak in the bathtub to sleep, 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 huddled there to sleep - the family has prepared a welcome party, but I thought that Kitahara Shuji and Yukiri would not come back until at least the evening, but I didn't expect these two people to sneak away early without participating in the victory celebration, and the three didn't know that the plan was 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, then took off her loose home bathrobe, put on the maid's one-piece black dress, then tied the white apron, put on the false collar with lace, put on the white stockings, fastened the garter loops, and finally put her hair in a bun in front of the mirror, and put on the white headdress properly— She was wearing Dongmei's outfit, 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 she was one meter tall, and the clothes were a little small, but she could barely make do.

After she got dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror - the black and white maid's dress was very upright, the long black dress 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 calves 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.

This dress is not ugly, it feels so good to wear!

She looks much better than herself, and she should be 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 already figured out what to cook for Kitahara Shuji - 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 cut into cubes......" 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, it is not a problem to cut people, and cutting radishes is a piece of cake," ...... Then there are carrot slices, well, wild dried mushrooms soaked in water with a little salt, how many degrees of water temperature? If you don't say it, then you can use cold water, right? 150 grams of tofu is also sliced, bonito is also sliced, shiitake mushrooms are also sliced, taro root is also sliced...... It feels so easy!"

It went well, and Fuyumi was in good spirits, thinking about the surprise expression of Kitahara Shuji at dinner, and couldn't help but blush slightly-if he was going to praise himself then, what should he say?

"Cut, this kind of little thing, I just do it casually...... It doesn't feel good, or should I say that...... It's not made specifically 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 pouring oil into the pot - how much should it be poured in!

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, and she was so frightened that she took a big step back - is it so dangerous to cook?

She picked up a frying pan and put it in front of her face, then took the fence and began to pull the radish slices in the pan from a distance, and quickly glanced at the recipe - how long has this been fried......! How can you tell if it's soft or hard?

What kind of bullshit recipe is this?

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, right? The first failure can be forgiven, and if you don't give it to 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 for a spoonful, how big should I use a spoonful, two tablespoons of soy sauce, aren't the spoon and spoon the same thing, and a teaspoon of perilla powder...... What is the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?

Eh, doesn't it mean that the soup from the bonito is milky white, and why is it black?

The dish was to be served in two pots at the same time, and she was in a hurry and began to spin around the kitchen, constantly reading the recipe - adding some mountain root chili oil? How much is some? 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 a label attached by Shuji Kitahara, all of which read "Yamane Oil", but in different colors, and then she looked at the five bottles and began to wonder - why are there five? Which one should I put it?

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 more big sips, feeling that it was still spicy, so she simply stuck out her little tongue and began to rinse with the water tap......

The kitchen is such a dangerous place!

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