Shen Zhihui smiled, opened her backpack, and took out raw beef, chicken, mutton, eggs, pork, tomatoes, salt, vegetable oil, and other condiments. The meat was packed in a crisper bag and cooled with ice cubes, so it was very fresh.

Ai Ziying brought a small amount of rice and meat.

Liao Xuebing's eyes lit up: "Classmate Shen Zhihui, you are too thoughtful, so that the picnic is interesting." The greasy hands wiped the placket of the shirt behind him twice, inspected it, and said, "Shen Zhihui, you are really experienced, and the meat you choose is the best, and you are blessed." I can cook more or less, so let me do it. ”

Shen Zhihui pursed her lips and smiled: "Then I'll help the teacher." ”

The two girls brought a very complete set of tools, including kitchen knives, woks, cooking pots, plastic simple cutting boards, soup spoons, and chopsticks. There are also all kinds of condiments, such as chili, garlic, chopped green onions, chicken essence, Shao wine, oyster sauce, pepper, sesame oil, cinnamon, star anise, etc., which can be made into a small kitchen.

Liao Xuebing was impressed by her, washed his hands, cut the beef and mutton into small pieces, blanched the water, slice the loofah, then put oil in the pot and stir-fried, add garlic slices, shredded ginger and red pepper to stir until fragrant, add water, refined salt, chicken essence, sugar, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce to boil, then put in beef, mutton and loofah, and cover the lid.

All these movements were fast and fast, the start was orderly, and there was no jerky, and several girls were dazzled and dumbfounded: "Teacher Liao, are you a teacher or a chef?"

Shen Zhihui has always been calm and quiet in the class, always smiling at people, making people feel that she will not panic even if the sky is stepped on, but now, her small mouth is slightly open, and she looks quite surprised.

Liao Xuebing dialed the firewood and said, "Wait for about ten minutes, this soup will be fine." ”

Soon, the aroma had slowly diffused, and the students who were still busy lighting the fire, opening cans, and cutting meat sniffed one by one, turned their heads to look for it, and finally stopped at the pot in front of Liao Xuebing.

Four-eyed Tian Chicken Hu Ce threw away the puffed biscuits and ham sausages in his hand, took three steps and two steps to the side, made the most sincere smile and said: "Teacher Liao, I found that you are really handsome and chic, and you are graceful, that, what kind of broth can you give me a sip?"

Compared with Lao Liao, his sycophancy kung fu is obviously much inferior, and after two dry sentences, he goes straight to the point. Liao Xuebing didn't care, and said with a smile: "Bring the bowl." ”

Murong Lanluo glared coldly at the four-eyed field chicken: "Get away, this is not your group." Go back to Ye Yuhu and eat your compressed dry food. ”

"Mu ...... Murong ...... Just let me have a sip of soup, the dish made by Bei Xiaodan is really not for human consumption. Hu Ce said pitifully.

"That's right, Murong Lanluo, it's not a big deal to let him take a sip of soup. Liao Xuebing really wants his achievements to be shared with others.

A lovely smile appeared on Murong Lanluo's face: "Okay, Hu Ce, I have something to tell you, you come here." He couldn't help but say that he lifted Hu Ce to a big tree in the distance.

"Murong, what's the matter? I just want to drink the good soup made by Teacher Liao. Hu Ce spread his hands and said he was innocent.

Murong Lan fell on his shin and kicked it. It was a pair of small leather boots with pointed toes, the tips of which were inlaid with metal, and they kicked at the fragile parts of the human body, Hu Ce screamed miserably, and quickly squatted down holding his calves.

Murong Lanluo lifted him up: "Don't think I don't know anything, you just had a sneaky discussion with Ye Yuhu, you wanted to give Teacher Liao laxatives, right? ”

"I ...... I was wrong, Murong, it was Ye Yuhu's idea. Hu Ce said with a bitter face, he put laxatives in his bowl, and originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to scoop the soup, and dip the soup spoon a little, which would be enough for Lao Liao. Then someone specially followed, and when Mr. Liao had diarrhea, he released the snake and the frog.

It's a pity that the first move was destroyed by Murong Lanluo, and she was clear about her classmates. "Sister Zhihui is also in our group, you even want to frame her, go back and tell Ye Yuhu, let him walk and see. ”

Murong Lan walked back with a smile, and Liao Xuebing asked, "Classmate Murong, let him drink a bowl of soup and there will be nothing less, you should be friendly to your classmates." Hey, how did he go?"

Murong Lan said: "He feels happier to eat what Bei Xiaodan makes." I thought: "When you have diarrhea, you will know who is the most friendly, it is really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and I don't know the hearts of good people." ”

Liao Xuebing scooped up the soup, took a sip of the soup spoon, and said, "It feels good, at least I haven't fallen into my reputation as a super chef, Murong, you can also taste it and see how it tastes." He brought the spoon to her lips.

According to the habits of Murong Lanluo's family, everyone has their own special spoon during the meal, ensuring that they pay attention to hygiene, but this soup spoon has been drunk by Liao Xuebing, and there must be saliva on it, she wanted to refuse, but when she saw Liao Xuebing's eager and expectant gaze, her heart softened for some reason, and she took the soup spoon and took a sip.

Suddenly, the warmth, touching, sweetness, and the deliciousness of the soup itself rippled in her heart. "It's delicious," Murong Lanluo whispered, scooped another spoonful into the bowl, and handed it to Shen Zhihui: "Sister, you taste it." ”

This soup is full of heat and materials, especially in the wild, the psychological feeling is stronger than at home, Murong Lanluo couldn't care about the hot temperature, and drank a few sips.

Her father died when she was very young, and her mother was busy taking care of the company, not caring about disciplining her children, she has always been a rebellious girl, advocating Westernized life, often going in and out of Western restaurants, foreign fast food restaurants, and not knowing much about traditional Chinese food.

The fragrance penetrated into Meng Jun's nose far away, and he looked at Xia Wei deadly: "If you hadn't brought a rice cooker, we would have started to enjoy a delicious life a long time ago." ”

Xia Wei cried with a sad face: "The rice cooker can still cook things......"

Everyone looked at Liao Xuebing's group, and they didn't consciously bring a little envy. Lao Liao has a bit of craftsmanship, which is a means he has practiced by living alone for many years, although he often eats instant noodles, but when he has spare money, he will buy vegetables and go home to cook them himself.