147 He Was Busy In The Kitchen, Cooking Her Favorite Foods (2/3
"Would you like to give it to me?"
"What for you?"
"It's not very heavy. I'll carry it myself."
"It's not very heavy, so I can help you carry it!"
I don't know whether it was because they were a little shy after not seeing each other for a long time, or because Teacher Jian was here just now, the distance between the two was vague because of embarrassment, and they didn't have time to get closer.
After returning to Luhu Community, Yang Qian and Dai Yuni were just like two ordinary friends, laughing and arguing over a luggage bag that was not too heavy.
In the end, Dai Yuni rushed to carry it, walking in front, twisting her slender waist from time to time, turning around lightly. The community garden that was bleak in the cold wind seemed to be infected by her bright smile, and the colors became
Be bright and gorgeous.
Yang Qian and this lively girl looked at each other, and a warm smile couldn't help showing on their faces.
Although they are close, there seems to be a bit of a gap.
But this is not a problem for the two people who are already quietly close to each other spiritually.
"You haven't had lunch yet?"
Yang Qian returned home and had just put down his luggage when he learned that Dai Yuni had gone to pick him up without eating lunch.
But it’s already past three in the afternoon!
"Are you hungry?"
Yang Qian looked at her touching her belly, his heart softened, and he asked softly.
"Hungry, super hungry!"
Dai Yuni nodded pitifully.
It was fine just now, but now the joy of receiving Yang Qian has faded a little, and the hunger in my belly has surged up.
Yang Qian raised his head and glanced at the kitchen and refrigerator. Now there was nothing in the house except rice!
There was no way, Yang Qian knew that he was going to military training for two weeks, and he was afraid that it would be damaged if there was no power, so he disposed of all the ingredients he had bought in the refrigerator.
He ate what he ate and what he couldn't eat, like the eggs he bought before, he gave them to Su Qun and his girlfriend.
"Order takeout, or go out to eat? Or should we go buy groceries and make tonight's dinner in advance?"
Yang Qian discussed with Dai Yuni.
If you are very hungry, it doesn't matter if you go out to eat. Yang Qian is not a stubborn person.
"Buy groceries and cook! I haven't even eaten the food you cooked!"
Dai Yuni chose the one that took the longest. She excitedly ran to pick up her phone, stood at the door, and looked at Yang Qian with bright eyes, waiting for him to go out to buy groceries together.
"Then I'll cook first. When I get back from the grocery shopping, hurry up and stir-fry. We'll have dinner soon."
Yang Qian smiled.
Although he had to go out as soon as he got home and had no time to take a breath, Yang Qian didn't care at all for Dai Yuni's sake.
Dai Yuni followed Yang Qian into the kitchen and watched him skillfully wash and cook rice.
I don't know why, but even if Da Mu is working there with his head down and not taking the initiative to speak, Dai Yuni feels warm and happy in her heart.
It didn't take long for Yang Qian to plug in the rice cooker and let it cook. Then he wiped his hands and walked to the door with Dai Yuni.
"I'll try to get you food within an hour!"
Yang Qian put on his casual shoes and turned around to see Dai Yuni standing there, blinking at him with her beautiful big eyes.
To be precise, I looked at his hands.
What does it mean?
But without asking, Yang Qian directly extended his right hand with understanding.
Dai Yuni also smiled broadly, jogged up happily, and took Yang Qian's hand.
There was no overly intimate gesture. The two of them held hands and walked together in a tacit understanding just like they did in Sanyin City and Hecheng before.
There is a community vegetable market at the entrance of Luhu Community, where Yang Qian usually buys vegetables.
However, the wet market is still a "new thing" for Dai Yuni. She has never been to a wet market before. She used to be responsible for eating...
"But I feel like the vegetable market here is different from what I imagined! It feels much cleaner!"
Because it was only after three o'clock, there were no other people in the vegetable market except for the vegetable vendors who were chatting and preparing to sell vegetables. The only customers were Yang Qian and Dai Yuni.
Dai Yuni felt that as soon as they came in, everyone was looking at them, waiting for them to buy groceries. This feeling was very strange.
She could only stay close to Yang Qian and speak to him in a low voice, fearing that the aunts and uncles would be embarrassed to hear her.
"The environment of wet markets has generally improved a lot, not just in Yangcheng. Many wet markets in Hecheng are very strictly managed. The previous situation of cross-flow of sewage has not occurred."
Yang Qian explained to her.
"Beautiful girl, do you want to buy ribs?"
The pork stall aunt attracted Dai Yuni's attention.
I don’t know if I heard them communicating in Mandarin, or because there are too many migrant populations in Yangcheng now. Gradually, like Pengcheng, many times I still have to speak Mandarin when communicating with young people. The aunt at the pork stall spoke in Cantonese style.
In Mandarin, he proactively greeted them.
"Borrow me more (Cantonese: Thank you), Auntie, let's take a look first."
Dai Yuni actually also spoke Cantonese. Although her Cantonese accent still sounded a bit awkward to Yang Qian, at least she had put some effort into it, and she said openly that she didn't feel awkward at all.
"When did you learn this? You speak much more smoothly than before!"
Yang Qian was a little surprised.
"I've been learning recently. When I watch Cantonese TV series and movies, I used to watch them with Mandarin dubbing. Now I force myself to watch Cantonese. Although I haven't learned much, I feel that my sense of the language is much better. It sounds like
It’s not like before, I feel very awkward.”
Dai Yuni's motivation to learn Cantonese is obviously much greater than her preparation for the English Vocational 8 exam.
"Just now you said that it's better to lift first. Cantonese has more inversion sentence patterns."
Yang Qian did not persuade her to focus on preparing for the eighth-level exam, but just smiled and discussed Cantonese with her.
Of course, Yang Qian has not forgotten the main mission of coming to the market with Dai Yuni. He has already figured out in his mind what dishes to cook tonight, and his purpose is very clear.
Eggplant, beans, tofu, fungus, mushrooms, black-bone chicken, small yellow croaker, ham, and many ingredients, onions, ginger, garlic, coriander, etc.
Dai Yuni eats coriander, which makes the two of them quite compatible.
Yang Qian didn't just wander around blindly, he bought what he saw and it was very fast.
After returning home, Yang Qian quickly processed the ingredients.
It is worth mentioning that Yang Qian always asked the chef to handle large ingredients such as chicken and chop them into pieces at the vegetable market, so when he came back, although there was no large wooden cutting board, he used an ordinary plastic cutting board.
I can handle it too.
"Would you like to make the soup first?"
Dai Yuni, like a curious baby, looked around and asked questions from time to time.
She also wanted to help, but when Yang Qian saw her tiptoeing around picking up the bag of black-bone chicken with bloody foam and not knowing where to start, he took it with a smile and asked her to stand aside and wait to eat.
"Well, let's make the soup first. After the soup is made, you can drink a bowl first to cushion your stomach."
Yang Qian is actually boiling black-bone chicken in water to blanch it and wash away the blood foam, but this is indeed a process of making soup.
Dai Yuni looked at Yang Qian with some admiration. This was much more direct and clearer than the video call. She could see Yang Qian quickly sorting a bunch of ingredients that made her head feel big.
Then get busy in an orderly manner.
Big wood is awesome!
"Are you salting fish? Do we want to eat salted fish?"
Dai Yuni was not completely ignorant of common sense. She could still tell what salt was. When she saw Yang Qian cooking the soup and starting to handle the three small yellow croakers, she asked curiously.
"We are pickling fish, but we are not eating salted fish. Adding some salt to marinate it will make it more delicious."
Yang Qian raised his head and explained to her with a smile.
Soon, the soup with black-bone chicken began to boil. Yang Qian added wolfberry and red dates and continued to cook. The steaming heat was just like the cheerful atmosphere in the kitchen, making people feel warm and wonderful.
…
"Let's eat, let's eat!"
Dai Yuni helped Yang Qian fry the dishes and brought them to the small dining table in the living room.
The place is not big, the living room and dining room are connected into one, but this small dining table is enough for two people to eat.
Next door, Su Qun and Han Ziyue were still eating on the coffee table.
Of course, it wasn't dinner time yet, and they probably hadn't gotten off work yet, so Yang Qian didn't invite them.
However, it is estimated that even if he invited Su Qun and the others, they would not come.
Tonight is Christmas Eve!
Young couples are still not allowed to go out and have some romance?
Who would come over to eat at the small dining table with you?
"Hurry up, hurry up. Cooks, you have to cook quickly, otherwise the food will get cold after a while."
Dai Yuni went back to the kitchen, brought other dishes, and urged Yang Qian.
The air in the living room was much colder. Fortunately, Dai Yuni drank a bowl of soup, which warmed her belly and made her not afraid of the cold.
"coming!"
Yang Qian took out the rice cooker and placed it on the empty flower stand.
"Hey, why are you putting it here? You can't put it here, take it back to the kitchen."
Dai Yuni saw it and quickly stopped her.
"It's convenient. Isn't it troublesome to have to go to the kitchen to load the food?"
Yang Qian was a little confused. Didn't she watch him take it out? Why did he stop it now?
"I'll use this for other purposes later. Hey, you can take it back to the kitchen first! If you find it troublesome, I'll help you pack the food."
Dai Yuni smiled and pushed Yang Qian and the rice cooker back to the kitchen.
Of course Dai Yuni is not a very picky person. Normally, she wouldn't care how Yang Qian sets up the rice cooker.