Chapter 17 Chapter 4 - Believe me, I was moved by this dish

After that Christmas Eve party, Ming Jing and Sun Ying came to our place often. Especially around eight o'clock in the evening, they would come to watch TV with Senior Sister Xiuzhi. Bo Sen and I always like to scold the screenwriter for being imbecile and perverted while watching TV dramas. No wonder people say that within a radius of ten miles of the TV station, there is absolutely no dog to be found. Because the dogs were all slaughtered, the dog blood was used to sprinkle in TV dramas. Sometimes they couldn't stand us vomiting blood next to the TV, and they would make a big noise and drive us into the room.

If they stayed late, we would go out for a late-night snack and send them back to the dormitory. Once they came here before six o'clock and brought a bunch of things. It turned out that senior sister Xiuzhi invited them to cook. Seeing their excitement, I knew that today's dinner would be miserable. My mom used to tell me that cooking in the kitchen is hard work, so no one is smiling in the kitchen. There are only two exceptions, one is cooking for the first time; The other is because the face is distorted by the oil smoke, so that it looks like a smile. I guess they are the former.

The three of them worked for a long time and came up with a table of dishes. I looked at the seven courses on the table and wondered what those were. All I know is that the green ones are vegetables, the yellow ones are fish, the red ones are meat, and the white ones are soups. What about black? The six of us ate around a table. "This soup is really difficult..." Brother Ziyao just opened his mouth, and Bo Sen immediately rushed to say: "It's indescribably delicious" Senior sister Xiuzhi glared at Bo Sen, "Let him finish, I don't believe he dares to think the soup is not good."

Mingjing picked up the spoon, took a sip, and frowned slightly: "Sun Ying, did you add salt?" "Vaguely, as if, as if, once, let it go." Sun Ying pondered for a while. I smuggled my spoon away and decided not to have soup tonight. "Guer, why do you only eat one dish?" Ming Jing, who was sitting next to me, turned to me and asked. "This kid is the same as Wang Anshi, he only eats the dish in front of him." Bo Sen replied. "It won't work." Ming Jing exchanged a yellow dish for the green dish in front of me. "Come on, eat and have a look." Ming Jing smiled, "I cooked this!"

The yellow dish was so mushy that it seemed to be dissolved not in gas but in hydrochloric acid. I took a bite, and it tasted so strange that I couldn't tell what it was. "Well... this fish is cooked well." The yellow one must be fish. "Huh?" Ming Jing was surprised, "That's chicken!" "Really? You can turn ordinary chicken into something delicious with the smell of fresh fish," I nodded approvingly, "Not easy, you have talent. You must be a natural cook." I glanced at Ming Jing's suspicious eyes, and patted her on the shoulder:

"Trust me, I was moved by this dish." "Come on, you're lying." "I'm serious, or you can ask Person." I asked Person for help with my eyes. Bo Sen also took a bite, "Cai Chong is right, this should be a chicken that has only eaten fish?" Looking at Mingjing's disappointed eyes, I couldn't bear it, so I lowered my head and ate the yellow fish. I was wrong, it was a yellow chicken. "Come on, don't eat." "How can you not eat such a delicious chicken?" "Really?" "Will you hit me if I say I lied to you?"

Mingjing and I should have thought of the conversation at the campfire party at the same time, so we looked at each other and smiled. "Is it really delicious?" Ming Jing asked again, seemingly worried. "Well. Food is like people. The focus is on delicious food, not appearance." After I finished the dish, Mingjing scooped up a bowl of soup, went to the kitchen to add some salt, and brought it in front of me. After dinner, Mingjing and I went to the balcony on the top floor to chat. "Come on, is your stomach okay?" "I'm known as having a copper intestine and an iron stomach, and I'm fine."

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'll improve next time." "It's your first time cooking, so of course it can't be perfect. What's more, it's really delicious." "Ok." I saw that Mingjing was a little depressed, so I talked to her about my childhood. Before my mother goes to bed, she always puts some leftover soup from dinner in the pot and puts it on the gas stove. The lid does not completely cover the pot, leaving some space for cockroaches to crawl into the pot. The next morning, the first thing to do when entering the kitchen is to cover the pot and turn on the gas switch.

Then there will be a crackling sound, and then there will be a strong fragrance, and then I will smell the fragrance and dance. My mother said that the soup should not be too much or too little, if there is too little, cockroaches will stick to the pot; Too much and there will be no crackling and no aroma. "It's too much to say. Do you understand? My child." My mother looked very serious. In addition, she also said that this unique skill of roasting cockroaches is called "please enter the urn". My mother always taught me idioms in this way, and I competed with the mothers of Mencius and Ouyang Xiu.

"The smell of grilled cockroaches is really delicious." "Hehe..." Ming Jing kept laughing from ear to ear. "So before frying, you can put a few cockroaches to saute the aroma." "Come on, don't tease me." Ming Jing laughed a little and lost her temper. "It's a bit cold, let's go down." "Ok." "You can't think about it anymore, you know?" "Ok." Later, they cooked it several times, with increasing success. Because there are fewer and fewer black places in the dish. Sun Ying no longer forgot to add salt, and Senior Xiuzhi also knew that she could use a kitchen knife when chopping ribs,

Instead of slamming ribs against the wall. I can already tell whether what Mingjing cooks is fish or chicken.