The brakes helped me take the hot pot to the sink and clean it, and then repeated the steps I had done before to cook the pot, so that the previous and second dishes would not be easy to skewer the flavor. I need two hands to hold a wok that I can easily put on the stove with one hand, and I can't help but envy it.

The cooked pork belly was already cooling, and while I was in the pan, I cut the meat into two coin-thick slices (which is all my knife skills can do). As soon as the brakes poured the oil into the bottom of the pan, and the oil temperature had not yet risen, I poured the meat from the cutting board into the pan and gently pushed it with a spatula. The slices of meat make a tempting sizzling sound in the oil until the skin is slightly curled and the color is just right, I take apart the bean paste that I had prepared and scoop two spoonfuls on top of the meat.

"How did you cook the meat back in the pot?" the brakes were in the pool half a meter away from me, washing cucumbers and tomatoes, preparing to make a vinegar cucumber and sugar tomatoes.

"No, I bought this sauce from the wind chimes and looked up the recipe. I said modestly, in fact, I just want to play fresh, "You can taste it if it's fried, if it's not delicious, I won't go out and offer ugliness." ”

"Okay. The brake nodded obediently.

I was speechless, I felt like I had dug a hole for myself - I just humble myself, don't you take it so seriously!

"Don't run out of tomatoes, save a little for me to make soup." I said to him weakly, my voice being muffled by the range hood, and I don't know if he heard it.

"It's called senior. Brake replied.

Cut.

I opened the national goddess sauce (Lao Gan Ma) with great ease, added a spoonful of tempeh to the meat, then copied all the green onions, ginger and garlic cloves from the cutting board and poured them into the pot, poured in an appropriate amount of rice wine, fresh soy sauce, red pepper paste, salt and chicken essence, and finally sprinkled the green garlic leaves and cabbage leaves that had just been cut into small pieces, continued to stir-fry for a while, poured sesame oil, and put it on the plate. With such a pot, one plate couldn't be filled, so I took a small bowl and put it next to it.

Egg fried rice and pork side by side on a small table, one simple and elegant, the other fat but not greasy, informal, and look at the two bowls of coleslaw on the side, garnished with arugula and mint leaves—I think the two of us are reversing each other's recipes.

Think about the wind chime's ins style Caesar salad and curry beef, and then think about my plate of big ballast style back to the pot, and my old face is red. Taking advantage of the fact that there was still a fire on the stove, I brought the stainless steel soup pot filled with half a pot of water to the stove, re-boiled the water, and prepared to make a small fresh borscht to save my literary atmosphere.

I was depressed, and when I turned my head, I saw that the brake was holding a bowl of white rice, and the meat in the small bowl was gulping rice.

"Delicious...... "I asked, apprehensively.

"It's delicious. ”

"Eh, really?" So I took the chopsticks I had just used and went to grab the meat from the small bowl with him.

I sandwiched a piece of meat, put it in my mouth, and returned to the pot to take the oil just right, the pork skin Q bomb is fresh and fragrant, the fat meat is not greasy at all, the fine meat is fried to crispy and fragrant, and the cabbage leaves absorb the excess oil, which is spicy and sweet, and it is quite delicious. I went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of ice water and handed it to the brake, and when I saw that he was eating well, I struggled for half a minute, but I still went to fill half a bowl of rice, and the two of us stood by the stove and swept away a small bowl of meat.

The two of us looked at the empty bowl, and then at the two large plates of food and rice on the small table, and the eyes of the two of us gradually showed a fierce light: "You said that this meat is not very delicious, right?" ”

"This rice isn't very good, otherwise we won't take it out and make a fool of it?"

The two of them were like wolves that had been hungry for three days and three nights, staring at the dishes on the table with green eyes.

The water on the stove boiled, and the steam hit the lid of the pot with a popping sound.

After all, it was reason that prevailed over the gluttony, and the two of them finished the rest of the work in despair.

"What else are you going to cook?" Brake looked expectant.

"Borscht, this time I'm going to find a little fresh plating to give myself a long face. ”

"It's better for you to be yourself. He commented.

I couldn't be happy to hear that, what does it mean to be yourself? Am I the existence of the five big and three thick branches and big leaves in his eyes? ）

I sulked and ignored him, stir-frying the remaining tomatoes in a wok, then pouring in the chopped onions and potatoes and throwing in the cabbage leaves. Looking back, the brakes had helped me open the can of ketchup, I said thank you lukewarmly, poured the stir-fry into the stainless steel soup pot, then poured in the ketchup, stirred it clockwise with a spoon, and finally threw a beef-flavored soup treasure into it and closed the lid. The soup simmers for half an hour, then adds sliced ham sausages, adds salt and sugar, and it's done.

"Aren't you cheating?" Brake asked me.

"You said it, let me be my own, that's how I cook soup myself. Besides, this is pure beef soup for me, but this beef is like a seasoning package in braised beef noodles, advertising pictures, for reference only. I blinked, and I thought to myself, where would I have time to give them beef stew in such a short time.

I cleaned up the kitchen and prepared to hand it back to the wind chimes. After tidying up, I was holding cucumbers and tomatoes, and he was carrying fried rice and sliced meat, and the two of them rushed into the living room with fireworks.

"What did you do?" the wind chimes were beckoning everyone to eat hot pot, and when they saw me coming, they didn't taste the food, so they praised me directly, "It's full of color, flavor, and flavor, it's good." ”

The brakes delivered the food and went back to the kitchen. And I looked at my phone, and it was only two minutes later. For a moment, the feeling of exhaustion came up like a tide, and I didn't want to pay attention to whether everyone liked our cooking or not, let alone the pot of soup that was still simmering on the stove. I said a few words to the wind chimes, then grabbed a bottle of beer from the box on the floor, and went to the balcony to drink by myself.

One eats, one drinks, one blows the cold wind, and one travels at night. That's good, too.

When I was half a bottle of wine, the cold wind blew me and I shivered, and I realized that I was angry just now? I was angry with the brakes? What right did I have to be angry with the brakes? Just because of what he said? Why am I drinking alone on the balcony now? Are you expecting someone to stand next to me? Or are you expecting him to say something nice to me to make me happy?

Yes...... The love brain is really a terrible existence, not only to guess with the person you like, but also to intrigue with your less honest self. It's so tiring. It's really hard to be in love, it makes people soft and unrecognizable. I'd rather be myself and honestly grab the meat from the bowl with the guys than pretend to be a little shy.

Maybe...... The brakes are encouraging me to be my true self...... Maintain a consistent personality on the outside?

Ahh......hhh Forget it, there is nothing in the world to disturb mehrs. I shook my head and hurriedly threw this matter out of the clouds, I still drank this bottle of wine, stop here, go home quickly, wash my face and hair, bathe in incense, bless me with the success of my thesis and signing, don't bother with this person who is separated by a veil and can't see the truth.

I took a break and crept back to the third floor, dressed, and prepared to slip out of the backyard. Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked into the backyard, I saw soy sauce in a small skirt and Babao in a thick sweatshirt standing alone behind the charcoal fire, playing barbecue.

"Why are you here? I rushed up and slapped Babao's buttocks, "Didn't you say you wouldn't be here to join in the fun?"

"Soy sauce said there was a lot of barbecue here that no one eats, so I came. "Babao is really the cutest guy I've ever met, and of course it's probably because she's cute. People have a natural affection for beautiful people, which is a cruel fact that there is no way to hide no matter what.

As he spoke, Babao picked up a stick of butter roasted corn, held his head and tail with both hands, and squeaked and gnawed, his mouth bulging like a chipmunk.

"How is it, have you made any progress with Senior Brother Sha?"

"What, isn't it Senior Brother Sha?" Chipmunk Babao looked up smartly.

Every minute I spent with him flashed in my mind, and my mind buzzed, which was supposed to be justified, but now I was slumping my shoulders and playing with the baked rice cakes on the charcoal fire, "What progress can I make, it's not like that." ”

"Not bad, not bad. Soy sauce nodded.

Eight Treasures: "Huh, that's not bad?"

"In my opinion, this is already a sign of a small step forward, a giant leap forward for civilization!"

"Get out of here, how can you use the slogan of the men's toilet to describe me?"

Soy sauce hugged Babao and dodged the steamed bun slices I threw at her, "You don't want to waste food, okay?" and then carefully analyzed Babao, "You see, Xiao Lizi has gone from not discovering the spark between the two of them to ignoring the relationship between the two of them, which shows that she has noticed her feelings and is making the last struggle before the fall." According to this trend, it is estimated that in less than a month, you will be able to understand that you have already liked that person. ”

"I've understood how to cut ......," I muttered quietly, and took a bite of the rice cake in my hand, and in the soft and glutinous rice cake, there was quicksand egg yolk filling, salty, salty, sweet, salty, and sweet.

"What are you talking about?" Soy sauce pulled her ears and approached me.

"I said—" I shouted into her ear, "why don't you change jobs and become a matchmaker—"

Soy sauce covered his ears and jumped away with grinning teeth.

"Little Plum—" Rabbit jumped up and down on the second-floor balcony and waved to us, "We're going to start playing Truth or Dare—the bartender specially invited by the president is also here, so you guys can come up and drink together—"

Soy sauce's eyes lit up, and he pulled me and Babao to go downstairs.

"What are you doing, I haven't eaten yet. Babao was reluctantly dragged away.

"I'm going home, don't pull me. "Soy sauce is small, but he has a lot of strength.

"Just go, this matchmaker has her own arrangements. ”

Soy sauce said confidently.