Seeing that Qingyi had finally made up his mind, Mrs. Green couldn't help but smile: "Relax, Zhang. Cooking is actually very simple."

"Yeah, it's very easy to turn food into garbage." Qingyi muttered.

"Halloween is a wonderful holiday. Of course, everyone here should spend it with their families. A sumptuous set meal can bring the festive atmosphere to the top. When it comes to Halloween, pumpkins and candies are naturally indispensable, so these elements are also included in the set meal. First

Dish: Pumpkin cheese pie, the ingredients are as follows: a 9-inch pie crust, 120 grams of cream cheese, 35 grams of sugar, 1 egg, 200 grams of cooked pumpkin puree, 5 grams of corn starch, milk..."

Qingyi stood beside her like a wooden pile, feeling that her joints were so rusty that they needed two liters of lubricant. He could only keep smiling, watching Mrs. Green like an outsider.

"After introducing the ingredients, it's now time to make the recipe. Preheat the oven to 190 degrees, place the pie crust on the middle layer, and bake for about 20 minutes until the surface turns yellow - Zhang." Mrs. Green handed a tray to Qingyi and motioned for him to go.

kitchen.

What, what! Qingyi took the tray and didn't know what to do for two or three seconds. He came to the kitchen, turned on the oven, and then looked confused: What did Mrs. Green just say? Preheat to 250 degrees? 30 minutes or so

One hour? Turn the knob clockwise or counterclockwise? Where is the timer button again?…

When he came out of the kitchen, Mrs. Green was talking about the next step: "It is easy to make cooked pumpkin puree. Slice the pumpkin first, heat it in the microwave on high heat for six minutes, and mash it into puree." At this point, the microwave dinged.

The ground jumped. Mrs. Green took out the ripe pumpkin and handed Qingyi a small tool with a round head: "You have to move quickly, the effect will not be good when the pumpkin is cold."

Qing Yicheng shrank to one side in fear, and started to pound the pumpkin in his hand. He kept in mind the instruction of "move fast" and moved as widely as possible without involving the wound.

"Mix the cream cheese and fine sugar, heat it over warm water, and then beat it with a whisk until the sugar melts. Zhang, have you finished pounding?" Mrs. Green didn't even look back, just asked habitually.

Qingyi was about to say "It's done" when he suddenly realized that both of his gloves were covered with pumpkin puree - his movement was too big. Seeing that one-third of the pumpkin puree he had ordered was missing, Qingyi felt cold sweat running down his cheeks.

Slide down. Yes, I'm calm... He put the pumpkin puree on the table and put his hands behind his back at lightning speed.

Mrs. Green looked back at him suspiciously, and couldn't help but laugh when she saw his upright face. She continued: "When the cheese and sugar are fully blended, add an egg and mix evenly. Then the cornstarch and milk follow the same requirements.

It must be stirred evenly." As he said this, he began to stir the cornstarch and milk.

Huh? Why didn't you crack the eggs? Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and he immediately realized: This is leaving the work to him again! He took an egg and recalled Mrs. Green's graceful movement - gently pushing the egg to the edge of the pot

Knock it lightly, then break it open, and the yolk and egg white will naturally and perfectly flow out of the shell. Calm down, calm down! His movements are stiff, as if he has just finished using his ultimate move and fell into a state of stiffness. An egg in his hand is enough

It's so heavy that I almost can't handle it.

Kah. The egg is not broken.

Qingyi frowned and put a little more force on his hands. Bang! The egg was broken, but it was broken very thoroughly. Half of the eggshell fell into the bowl, like a small island emerging from the sea. Qingyi was so frightened that he lost his mind.

I quickly reached out to fish it out, but to my surprise, the eggshell broke into many pieces and mixed into the cheese, making it impossible to fish it out for a while!

"Zhang? Isn't it okay yet?"

"Wait a minute!" Qingyi replied loudly as if shouting a command, which made all the ladies in the audience laugh. But now is not a moment of embarrassment, but an unprecedented crisis! He is so cruel that he doesn't care about the eggshell scum.

Stir it vigorously to see if there is a one-in-a-ten thousand chance of grinding the dregs into powder that cannot be detected by the tongue. He has already complained about himself to the extreme: OK, maybe I can learn the Jiugong Step in this life, but I will never learn it.

Crack the eggs.

"Pour the pumpkin puree and cheese paste together, and stir thoroughly."

Qingyi took away the small bowl containing the pumpkin puree with a grimace. He shook his wrist, and a reminder sounded in his head: After a long battle, your [Stirring Mastery] has been upgraded. Ah, what a terrible mixture.

Mrs. Green returned to the kitchen and took out the baked pie crust. Qingyi took a look at it guiltily and found that the color of the pie crust was not ugly at all. He couldn't help praising himself for his ability in doing the job. Mrs. Green took Qingyi's hard work for a long time and made it.

Pour the mixture on the pie crust and spread it evenly with a spoon: "Preheat the oven to 175 degrees, middle layer, for 35 minutes, until the surface of the cheese is hard and turns yellow. The pumpkin cheese pie is fragrant, sweet and soft, and can make

The kids can’t stop eating. Just add blueberry sauce to create a lifelike grimace, which makes it even more fun!”

Putting the tray into the oven again, Qingyi thought to himself: Finally liberated! He stepped out of the kitchen in a joyful mood, only to hear Mrs. Green's gentle voice: "Now let's introduce the next dish of the Halloween set, ghost pudding! Need it!

The material is..." He could no longer hear the rest of the words. He leaned against the kitchen door and sat down softly on the ground. The devil's voice kept coming from the living room, urging him:

"Zhang, Zhang? Come here quickly!"

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After a long hour, the cooking class was finally over. The ladies pestered Mrs. Green about their family affairs, while Qingyi sat alone on a chair, almost going into shock from exhaustion. After about ten minutes, the students

All leave.

"Zhang, help bring the dishes to the table. This is our lunch today!" Mrs. Green did not put away the cooking utensils first, but set the table first.

Qingyi sat down at the dining table exhausted, as if he had just entered the stock market and encountered a financial crisis. He immediately felt like he was in hell - all the dishes on this table were cooked by him, and of course he understood the taste! However, he

He had to eat it. He was the culprit of making this garbage and had to take full responsibility. Once he figured out the joint, he became fearless and picked up the tableware. He scooped up a piece of ghost pudding, but at this time he hesitated again.

Mrs. Green had already finished praying before the meal. Seeing that Qingyi had not touched the food in front of her, she felt quite strange: "Why don't you eat?"

Qingyi said seriously: "I'm not afraid of death, I just didn't write a suicide note."

"Silly boy! Eat it quickly!" The old man was amused and giggled.

Ghost pudding is a dessert made with butter, topped with chocolate sauce, and sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar. It looks like a ghost covered with a white curtain on the plate, and it also sways around. It is a very interesting dish.

Of course, in Qingyi's view, it was a very interesting disaster. He frowned and took a bite, then froze for a few seconds and shouted: "It's delicious! How did you do it? I obviously screwed it up."

Ingredients for pudding!”

"Cooking does not actually require precise ingredients. Although the recipes are detailed, they are only suitable for beginners. A real chef cooks according to his own wishes."

"Have you ever been a chef before? Was it in a restaurant or a hotel?" Qingyi suddenly felt reverence.

"Of course not! All my life, I have only cooked for Tom and the children, and you." Mrs. Green looked at the photos on the wall and smiled faintly. Qingyi knew in her heart that she was recalling her deceased husband again. She

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were soft and peaceful: "Cooking is actually not difficult. As long as you cook for someone sincerely, you can make the most delicious dishes in the world."

Sincerely? The moment he heard these words, Qingyi’s disguise fell apart.

"The same principle applies to both doing things and being a person. The criterion for evaluating 'good' and 'bad' lies in whether you do it sincerely. If you force yourself for certain social rules or requirements, in the end you will just

It will distort the soul. Smiles should come from the heart, and love should also come from the heart."

She stared at Qingyi, her eyes were weathered, but still clear and bright, as if they had never aged with her: "My life is almost over, and I have met many people. This is the first time I have seen someone like you.

Zhang, you are a good boy, and you have done a good job. You have always restrained yourself to stand on the edge of light and darkness; but if you let your guard down a little, you will slip into crime like your fired colleague.

the abyss.”

Qingyi was startled, and the hand holding the tableware trembled slightly. Mrs. Green had indeed discovered the "evil" in his body, but that was the side of him that he least wanted to be known about, and Mrs. Green was the last person who should know about it.

She is so kind, so gentle, so kind, how could she be polluted by "evil"!

"Are you worried? My child, no one is Jesus. Human beings are bound to be infected with good habits and bad habits in the process of growing up. You are just a little more outstanding than others. In my eyes, you just lack maternal love and are not

Not a freak. But sooner or later problems will arise. You just force yourself to yearn for the bright side, you need to truly love the light."

"Thank you." Qingyi said. His tone was very bad, but he didn't want to be like this.

"This is a cooking class, let's change the topic back to cooking. Try to cook with sincerity for someone you love?"

Qingyi suddenly said: "I want to ask a question...what is love?"

Mrs. Green was a little surprised, then she smiled happily, her wrinkles adding to her charm infinitely: "Love is selflessness and dedication. You would rather that you live a bad life, and you also hope that the other person will live better than you. This is love. Regardless of friendship,

, love... are essentially the same. Eat quickly, my Chinese son."

Qingyi's eyes heated up, then he lowered his head and took a big bite of the pumpkin cheese pie. His chewing movement suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked with concern.
Chapter completed!