Elizabeth and Rare did not know each other, but for a common goal, they lived under the same roof. It was a year when the wind blew the clear waters of Mailang Lake, she had just graduated from college, she was shy in her pockets, and the few money she had were reluctant to spend on the rent of only 8/24 per day, so the two of them coincidentally fell in love with the cheapest house in the local area. The name is two bedrooms and one living room, but in fact, the small hall is a long and narrow aisle of the kitchen, toilet and bathroom, and there is almost no space for activities. Fortunately, there are separate bedrooms, and few are satisfied. Every day, when you take out the key to open the door and lock the door, you still enjoy a kind of privacy. (Not only is he shy in his pocket, but he also has a debt of 40,000 yuan.) The interest-free loan provided by the government during the university period should be repaid after graduation. I studied sociology very little, and now I work as an operator in a company, and my annual salary is not enough to make ends meet. Otherwise, few people wouldn't have come to this dilapidated house to wronged themselves. But this Miss Wu, or Mrs. Wu? --I haven't had time to find out your marital status--Why do you always turn the host-guest relationship upside down? It's too puzzling. --Elizabeth's note)

Elizabeth reported three days early and had a preconceived notion of it. She also told the landlord that she had to accept a condition, that is, to agree to use her pots and pans and other kitchen equipment. Isn't this pie in the sky? Few, and gladly accepted. But when I entered the door, I found that the upper and lower kitchen cabinets were stuffed with cups and plates. Seasoning bottles, boxes and jars are no less extravagant than pharmacies. On the walls hang boiling pots, wok and saucepans of different shades and diameters. The drawers are full of knives, scissors, spoons, forks and shovels, piled with sharp metal, like an arsenal. I inspected for a long time, but I couldn't find a pot, a scoop, a bowl and a chopstick. Only then did she feel Elizabeth's cunning, and she succeeded in seducing the few to accept the terms of ceding the kitchen. Few wanted to renegotiate, but the other party didn't show up, and only pressed a small note with a magnetic watermelon on the refrigerator door: "Hi, I'm Elizabeth." You are welcome to share this apartment with me. I want you to keep the housing contract" - what are the gods? Didn't you come three days before me? But he seems to be an old resident. I can't help but remember that when I was a child, my mother bought a new chicken, and at night the "old" chickens pecked it collectively and did not let it into the nest. It seems that it is not only the beginning of the chicken, but the nature is evil. (Alice, you misunderstood me.) Contracts are our common denominator. We Americans like to talk ahead, and both sides act according to the agreement, saving a lot of trouble. I was on the fridge to welcome you, why would I peck you? --Elizabeth again)

Regardless of his humanity, chicken nature, few have to use their own rights to cook in the kitchen. Hungry. Everything is not ready yet, so I just make do with stir-fried green onions and some dried noodles to eat. As soon as the green onion was put into the oil pot, I heard a strange cry: "What w."

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g." Although there was no hostility, his tone was full of self-defensive energy. Elizabeth quickly glanced at the kitchen and living room, and was relieved that there was no sign of a blast. Then I couldn't help but sniff and say, it's so fragrant. It smells so good. Fewness is the least worthy of being praised. Elizabeth scratched a few itches, and the tense situation was immediately resolved. The two shook hands and greeted each other, reported each other's names, and said that it was good to have each other as roommates. Elizabeth was tall but not rugged. She said that her husband had emigrated from Czechoslovakia, but she had always suspected that she was of White Russian ancestry, because her every move reminded her of the cute polar bear. Once she went to the airport to pick up Rare, and when they hugged each other, Rarely, they actually felt overwhelmed.

When Elizabeth entered the house, she closed the door again, not knowing whether she wanted to show her friendliness or bring in the fragrance of green onions from the kitchen. Outside, it was getting dark, and the light in Elizabeth's room cast a wide ribbon of light, casting a lively silhouette sideways on the living room wall. The curve is quite bumpy, but it seems too flamboyant. In particular, the part that rises backwards in the middle is like a step, enough to sit in a row of children. One survey reported that when two groups of men and women approached each other, all the men's eyes stayed on the face of the girl opposite. And the eyes of all the women also glanced at the oncoming homosexuality. Few's belief in the veracity of this investigation is that the female projection alone is enough to pause Few's breathing for tens of seconds. (Suffocated, but don't accuse Shadow of the Shadow of the First Killer.) --Elizabeth's note)

When the meal was ready, she politely asked Elizabeth if she would like to share Thai noodles with her. Elizabeth was overjoyed and hurriedly sat down at the table. Her reaction was rarely expected. There was only a handful of somen noodles and an egg, how do you split it into two now? Elizabeth was playing with her ivory chopsticks with curiosity, unaware of the few embarrassments. After a little hesitation, he gave her all the noodles and eggs, and made a bowl of instant noodles by himself. Elizabeth ate with relish, and joked that the noodles in her bowl were resistant to heat, unlike the noodles in a few bowls, which were scalded. She took out a fork and spoon for Elizabeth to choose, but Elizabeth chose chopsticks. She neither picked up the bowl nor bent down, and saw how difficult the chopsticks moved between the bowl and the mouth, and tried several times to persuade her to use a fork and spoon instead, but she said with great interest that only with a stick could she eat the essence of Thai rice. Thai tableware is appreciated, and few people are happy in their hearts. Although Elizabeth always grabbed the lower end of the chopsticks with her hands full and did not feel dirty, after the meal, the four chopsticks were washed together, and the next meal was randomly placed on the table. Gradually, Elizabeth's fingers on the chopsticks became higher and higher, and she became more and more proficient, but unfortunately she did not achieve the right result after all, because she insisted on using the chopsticks upside down. (I think the friction coefficient of the round end is too small, and the things that are clamped are easy to slip.) Fang's head is good at hijacking meals. --Elizabeth)

A chef is like a writer, he always wants someone to appreciate his work. The more Elizabeth praised the few cooking techniques, the more she went to great lengths to reinvent them. Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and friendship grows day by day. At the dinner table, there are few people who teach each other Chinese and Western cultures in their meals. Slowly, Elizabeth not only spoke a few words of Thai, but also cared about Thai affairs. In the 98 Southeast Asian earthquake, she was the first to telegraph to the rarely, "The Malay soil is shaking!" "More positive than journalists. Whether it is sweet and sour, she loves to eat the food she cooks. However, not all of them are accepted in their entirety. She likes to do a little processing of Thai food, or more accurately, vinegar. Elizabeth loves Zhenjiang balsamic vinegar, not only adding vinegar to the braised pork, adding vinegar to the green beans, but also pouring 5-10cc Zhenjiang balsamic vinegar into millet porridge. At first, he was quite happy to meet "Zhiwei" in a foreign country, but then he was panicked about Elizabeth's amount of vinegar, for fear that acetic acid would rot the foreign stomach, and the Thai food company could not afford it. (Rest assured, my dear friend.) Acetic acid is weaker than stomach acid, how can it corrode my gastrointestinal tract? You're still a medical student. Besides, the foreign stomach is stronger than the local stomach, don't you see that we foreign devils love to eat half-cooked steak? --Elizabeth)

I have always been considerate, and after I cooked a meal, I didn't invite my roommates, so I was so awkward that I couldn't open my mouth to eat. This habit was developed in the dormitory of the school in China back then, and the answer I received at that time was always the expected "no". Some people criticize the Thai people for not saying no, probably because he never lets people eat. Otherwise, he will surely enjoy hearing "no" countless times. However, ignorance is a punishment for hypocrisy. Gradually, the few could not stand Elizabeth's pause and happily ate together. But I can't pull my face and enjoy the meal alone. So he used a roundabout tactic and delayed his return home until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. Tu Center thought, I don't need to cook for two people today. Suddenly, my feet and legs were relaxed and dexterous. (But you always have a look of charity on your face.) Why don't you spread the stuffing on the skin like a pizza, but wrap it tightly like a dumpling so that people can't guess the contents? --You're welcome Elizabeth)

Elizabeth, like a lovely pet, heard the door knock and immediately went to the living room to greet her. Seeing her sleepy-eyed, she apologized embarrassedly, "I woke you up." "I didn't sleep. I'm waiting for you. "It's not much. This sweet sentence warmed Xiaoxiao's heart, and Xiaoxiao couldn't help but blurt out to ask her: "Have you had dinner?" "No, I don't. --Can't think of anything to eat. Seeing her lazy and delicate appearance, her mood deteriorated sharply. Coquettish doesn't look at the object. However, there was little displeasure. Just cook for two as always; While muttering in his heart, he must not last long. (Ah, I see.) That's enough. I don't want to look down! --Elizabeth)

On the eve of the few people who made up their minds to take decisive revolutionary action, the "capital of the revolution" was suddenly attacked by the influenza virus. Lying in bed, he went on hunger strike for 24 hours. Elizabeth not only brought all kinds of drinks, but also took the initiative to ask for the war, to cook for the few, and to cook Thai food. Touched and inspired by her love for Chinese food, she was excited to teach her how to scramble rice with eggs.

"No, there are very few recipes. You just go ahead and settle yourself. She walked into the kitchen confidently.

I fell into a state of confusion and was ready to "sleep" and enjoy it. After an hour, I felt my bladder full, and when I got up to go to the toilet, I was surprised to find that the dining table was full of measuring utensils: scales, measuring cylinders, measuring cups, measuring spoons, etc., and there were only a few alcohol lamps less than the chemistry labs of the few middle schools. On the pot table, two eggs, chopped green onions, tomato slices, shredded ginger, etc., as well as various ingredients that are weighed. When Elizabeth woke up, she immediately complained that the rice was too hard and not steamed. Why don't you add a lid? She revisited the recipe and said confidently, "Look, the book doesn't say that steamed rice should be covered!"

Xiaoyu finally couldn't help but ask Elizabeth: "You are not good at cooking, why do you buy so many kitchen supplies?" Jenny said solemnly, "These are my grandfather's hard work and heart. My grandfather opened a restaurant and cooked all his life, and when he died, he appointed me to inherit the entire kitchen legacy, including this cookbook, which my grandfather left me. ”

She didn't know about her grandfather's achievements in the Eight Immortals Table, but he made an absolute mistake in choosing a successor. For Elizabeth had told few that she had thirteen sisters. A few years ago, her father died, and at the end of the year, her mother led their six siblings into their stepfather's house, where seven stepsisters were already waiting. This shows that her grandfather is not without a choice.

After recovering from his illness, he completely dismissed the idea of revolution and decided to continue to live peacefully with Elizabeth. It was rare for Elizabeth to take an unprecedented interest in cooking Thai food. A few are also happy to join the mutual aid group from a single household. There is a new situation of Thai-American cooperation in the kitchen. Who would have thought that teaching Elizabeth how hard it would be to cook Thai food than it would be to teach her square words? The most difficult of all is to teach Elizabeth to make dumplings. From the beginning of the dough, she began to struggle with a few: how many pounds of noodles, how many milliliters of water. As for the water, it is based on experience, depending on the market, add less water first, adjust while and side, add some noodles if it is too soft, add some water if it is too hard, add more water, she said, add more noodles than a pound? It doesn't matter how much you say, you can't eat it and put it in the refrigerator. She shook her head and said, Alice, it's too complicated to deal with a bunch of variables X+Y=Z without controlling a constant. It is said that you have to establish some fuzzy mathematical concepts, and the so-called constants are also ranges, not fixed points. She reluctantly said OK, and she got by and entered the second tutorial. As for what could be stuffed, she was at odds with very few. In principle, you can make stuffing for anything, as long as you like to eat it. She asked if ice cream could be filled? She hates the few words "a handful", "moderate", "appropriate", "a little" and so on. She said that these words reflect the flexibility of Thai chefs, but she said that if she doesn't know how to be precise, she is not worthy of cooking, let alone scientific research. There is a tendency to ruin a few academic careers. The few people quarreled from beginning to end, so noisy that they lost their appetite for tasting dumplings. And she insisted on weighing and recording the few pills and powder added to the pill and solid fiber powder one by one, which made a few hairy. Making dumplings was originally familiar with the road, but under her close attention, he became nervous and didn't know what to do.

But Elizabeth called from Boston last Christmas to say that she had treated her new boyfriend with the kind of dumplings she had only taught her. I said that you have to learn to grow new stuffing, otherwise your boyfriend will get tired of it quickly. Elizabeth said casually, then she would change her boyfriend. She really knows a little bit about dialectics and relativity. The only regret is that after two years of cooking together, I couldn't smooth Elizabeth's steps and other overly abrupt parts. She was obviously full of wine and fat, and said that if she didn't eat dessert, she would be as empty as if she hadn't eaten. She tried to fill it with fruit, but she still had to dig up a few spoonfuls of ice cream after eating the orange apples.