Focused, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and there was no longer any trace of irritability between his eyebrows. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:strawberry,.cmxsw]

The various ingredients prepared earlier have been thrown into the pot by Zheng Xiujing with more and more skillful techniques. In addition to adjusting the heat and mastering the amount of salt and pepper, she can be said to have gradually entered a state of enjoying the food. Oh, and by the way, there's one thing that's kind of funny, and that's the way this guy holds the spatula. Even after several corrections from me, she still kept her thumbs up. Holding a spatula looks like a child who can't hold a spoon well.

Zheng Xiujing, who held it incorrectly, was stir-frying the dishes in the pot vigorously but laboriously. I watched from the side as she looked focused, and her bangs fluttered. The corners of his mouth were already twitching because there was too much laughter hanging on it.

Dropping the arm that was wrapping around him, he staggered behind her back and walked out of the kitchen. A crisp puzzled voice came from behind: "Why are you going?" I didn't answer, but returned to the kitchen a moment later with an extra towel.

Stretched out his hand and stuffed it into the hand of Zheng Xiujing, who was a little stunned. The girl who reacted pulled the corners of her lips and showed some unhappiness: "Can't you help me wipe it, don't you see that I'm stir-frying?" ”

With a 100% completion of the reproduction of the action back to the state of half-sitting arms hugging, ignoring the arrogant Zheng Xiujing, I went straight to a yawn that overflowed abnormally because I slept too much.

"Be content, girl, wipe it off yourself, wipe off the sweat and stir-fry the vegetables."

Aroused by my expression, Zheng Xiujing's upper and lower lips clicked for a while, and between the chewing teeth, it should be full of words that slandered me.

While scolding me, he wiped his forehead with a towel vigorously. After wiping, Zheng Xiujing didn't care about the messed up air bangs, but concentrated and concentrated on dealing with the dishes in the pot.

The rice in the rice cooker next to the kitchen counter was almost cold. Zheng Xiujing is frying salmon as she gently presses the light red side of the fish with a spatula. I wasn't looking at the fish that was turning golden. Instead, he stared at Zheng Xiujing's side face, and he was distracted.

After frying for a while, Zheng Xiujing turned the salmon over and immediately noticed my sight. She turned to look at me. The hair naturally fluttered to one side in a free and easy trajectory.

"What! Do I have flowers on my face? Why keep staring at me. The strong girl showed a mouthful of white teeth and said this, and then symbolically followed a silent "perverted" mouth shape at the end.

I know that the vice president of the Zheng family always likes to put on a vicious appearance as he likes. No matter what the situation, whether you really annoy her or not, as long as she wants to. You have to passively endure her violent tendencies, who made you her own relatives.

I was already a little used to this, and I didn't pay attention to her deses. The muscles on the face are relaxed, and the expression of the cloud and breeze is very complete. Continuing to make eye contact with Zheng Xiujing, I suddenly lowered my arms and propped my arms back on the edge of the cabinet.

"Ah, why do you suddenly have to practice cooking skills like a nervous body? Didn't you always care about this? Troublesome and lazy foodies! Tilting his head in the direction of Zheng Xiujing, to be honest, I have been wondering about this since yesterday until now.

When I asked about it, she asked why she suddenly had to learn how to cook. Zheng Xiujing, who originally had a very arrogant expression, began to sink the crystal beautiful skin on her face bit by bit.

The kitchen was instantly engulfed in utterly quiet jelly, and if it weren't for the smell of oil smoke and the smell of food still lingering, I almost thought the hands on the living room clock had stopped walking.

The inexplicable silence surprised me, but it didn't get to the point of being at a loss. Because Zheng Xiujing's expression sank to "no expression", she returned to tranquility. And the movements of her hands have not stopped. Large pieces of salmon for five people, each piece almost fried to an incomparably golden color. Zheng Xiujing, who suddenly mastered the heat with some paradoxical precision, turned off the fire. He took out three celadon bowls and filled them with salmon.

Her movements weren't light, but she didn't seem to be able to convey sound in the jelly. All I could see was her eyelids hanging and bending over in tiny increments. In order to ensure the integrity of the fish, the salmon is carefully placed in the bowl. The curve of my back rushed into my pupils at this time, and it was particularly pleasant.

When she had put the fish in its entirety, the pleasant curves disappeared. She straightened up and tugged at the hem of her apron with her hand.

"I've got to learn how to cook a few of the dishes you've cooked...... In this way, if I want this taste after a long time. You can make your own food for yourself. Otherwise...... I'm afraid I'll forget about the taste later. ”

Fifty-seven seconds.

It took Zheng Xiujing fifty-seven seconds to say this.

I stood a little or two meters away from her, half-sitting on the edge of the counter, and listened to it quietly.

The arm that swung back on the edge of the cabinet was unusually stiff. At the little finger of the left hand, even if there is no bearing force, there are still bursts of dull pain.

It's a topic that no one wants to talk about, but she said it, so now the atmosphere is frozen, like the glaciers that covered the entire supercontinent during the Precambrian period.

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Compared to my motionlessness, Zheng Xiujing's movements froze for a moment and then immediately returned to normal. She turned off the heat on the other stove, then lifted the lid and drained the pork ribs that had been almost cooked. Immediately afterward, she turned on the flame on the gas stove and poured oil into the pot.

Zheng Xiujing, who has already touched a little side of the cooking, will still do a good job of the early steps even if she is not told what to do without me telling her.

Heat the oil to six or seven minutes, add garlic, ginger and peppercorns and stir-fry until fragrant. In the past, a large amount of oil smoke that had never appeared in Korean home-style cooking suddenly rose up at this moment. Along with it, there was a lot of hot oil splashing. For these, Zheng Xiujing's gentle upper and lower eyelids only closed once, and her calm appearance was no longer the same as before.

After the garlic, ginger and peppercorns burst out of the fragrance, she turned her head and looked at me who had been silent for a long time with those talking eyes.

Her lips didn't move anymore, but I knew she was asking me what to do next in sweet and sour pork ribs.

I stuck out my tongue, moistened my withered lips, and said, "Add some sugar to it, melt the sugar over low heat, and then put the ribs." ”

In the end, I chose not to reply to her previous remarks. All I know is that the two of us get along very well now. I don't want to think about it, I don't deserve to think about it, and I don't dare to think about it. Because, I suddenly found that I couldn't give anyone any promise from beginning to end.

All I could do was be very shameless, humming a song called "Let It Be" in my heart.

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Following my words, Zheng Xiujing made the sweet and sour pork ribs that she said she didn't want to forget the taste. She was just cooking the dish there, and I didn't say anything, just avoided the topic, and she didn't feel any unhappiness at all. It's as if she didn't say what she just said.

There was nothing unusual in everything, Zheng Xiujing carefully remembered the order of the ingredients, the amount of seasonings, and the relevant heat. She bit her lower lip with a slightly serious expression.

Seven or eight minutes later, as the time approached, the fragrant and hot sweet and sour pork ribs were grandly cooked. Zheng Xiujing held it with a very sacred expression. This time, she didn't let me taste it first, but completely ignored the heat of the ribs, grabbed a piece with her fingers, and threw it into her mouth first. Immediately after, her facial features squeezed together exaggeratedly.

Chewing, spitting bones, finger sucking. Zheng Xiujing, who was jumping up in place with her legs out of her hand, began to repeat words like "Praise one, completely Maxida" there. At the same time, she didn't forget to use her sucking fingers to clamp the second rib, but I had any chance of reacting and shoved it into my mouth like a storm.

Well, the taste is really good for giving full marks this time. But I frowned, staring at the terrible guy in front of me, wondering if she was crazy. It's just a dish, as for being so happy, the sisters of the Zheng family really have a unique spiritual world.

Considering the amount of food eaten by the foodies, although we only made four or five dishes, the portions of each dish were exceptionally amazing. The plate of sweet and sour pork ribs that is made at the moment, Zheng Xiujing is not all about showing its sacredness with both hands, and another aspect is because she can't hold this plate without two hands.

Step by step, the sweet and sour pork ribs were steadily brought to the only table outside the kitchen. The wooden table, which is not very large, has been completely piled with food at the moment. The doorbell rang very coincidentally at this moment, and Zheng Xiujing, who had just put the plate, wiped her apron with her hand, and then ran over happily to open the door.

As I walked a few steps outside the kitchen, I saw three foodies being let in.

It's no longer a fat and heavy down jacket, but it's also not a fashionable dress that pursues body curves. Xu Xian, who came in at the beginning, was wearing a khaki mid-length woolen coat, and the cyan denim highlighted the calves with a good sense of curvature. Her black hair was still so pure, and her lips were slightly dyed with some brilliant colors, which matched the fair baby skin.

Speaking of baby skin, Kim Taeyeon, who came in after her, is actually a real child. It was probably a little windy outside, and when she entered the door, she was wearing a black hat. To be precise, she was wearing a strange black shirt with a hat inside, and a white fleece sweatshirt on the outside. The black hat that covers the whole head, and the neat bangs with a hint of messiness, are in stark contrast to the pure white coat.

This time, it's actually no different from the last one's wide down jacket. It's the big hat that frames the little head, and the big hem of the clothes that frames the small figure. This makes Kim Taeyeon, who enters the door in a small form, look a little more like a penguin swaying from side to side than Sunny, who is the last to enter the door. (To be continued.) )xh118