The two of them were sitting in the living room, watching TV, and chatting.
No one touched the snake-skin fruit on the table anymore. Although some people liked it, it obviously didn't suit their taste.
“Lin Cheng, didn’t you agree to show me your girlfriend? Why are you here alone?”
“She has to go to work today and can’t come.”
“I really want to see your girlfriend. Is she pretty?”
“Of course, you have to trust my vision.”
“Are you as beautiful as me?”
Lin Cheng thought for a while: "If I tell the truth, I might hurt you."
“Then you can lie.”
Lin Cheng stopped talking.
It happened that a music stage program was playing on the TV, and Park Ji-yeon asked again: "By the way! I asked you last time which song of mine is your favorite but you still didn't answer. You said you wanted to listen to all my songs."
"
Lin Cheng did not respond.
“Lin Cheng! Sister, please listen carefully.” Pu Zhiyan raised her voice in dissatisfaction.
Lin Cheng came to his senses and said, "Sorry, I'm still thinking about how to answer your last question so as not to hurt you."
Park Ji-yeon thought for a moment: “We won’t order takeout for lunch, you can do it.”
"you sure?"
Lin Cheng’s eyes were a little strange and a little eager to try.
“Hmm~I’m sure.”
For some reason, Park Ji-yeon felt something was wrong.
Lin Cheng has a lot to offer, "I just happened to watch a lot of cooking videos on Station B recently. I will show you my skills later and let you try authentic Sichuan cuisine."
“Okay, I like Chinese food very much.”
Park Ji-yeon still didn’t know the seriousness of the matter, so she happily continued the topic: “Then which song of mine do you like best?”
“One minute and one second is good.”
“Didn’t you say you prefer ballads?”
Lin Cheng is very real, "Isn't every minute and second quite lyrical?"
“Then do you want me to sing a piece for you?”
“It would be better if I could dance a section.”
“Don’t even think about it! There’s only singing, no dancing.”
"Ji Yeon."
"Um?"
“Actually, my eyes and ears have different preferences, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
"Hmm~ My favorite thing to watch is "One Minute and One Second", but my favorite thing to listen to is "Tia Touch". If you don't want to dance, you should sing "Tia Touch" even though this song is not your solo song.
song."
"hehe!"
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After chatting for a while, it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning. The two of them put on masks and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of materials.
Lin Cheng was very sexually excited all the way back and had been eating for so long. In fact, he really wanted to find a chance to cook an authentic Sichuan meal for his girlfriend. Unfortunately, there was no chance to practice it. Every time he approached the kitchen, he was chased away by Han Shuyan.
opened.
This time Park Ji-yeon finally took the initiative to be the guinea pig, so Lin Cheng was naturally ready to show off her skills.
Although he has little practical experience, Brother Cheng is also a qualified cloud chef at Station B.
Entering the kitchen, Lin Cheng showed off his chef style and began to give instructions: "Steam the dry rice and pay attention to the ratio of water to rice. Only with a precise ratio can you cook perfect rice with moderate softness and hardness."
As a cooking enthusiast, steamed rice comes naturally to Park Ji-yeon.
After washing the rice and pouring it into the rice cooker, Pu Zhiyan watched Lin Cheng cooking.
The first dish Lin Cheng is going to cook is the classic twice-cooked pork with green pepper.
This dish is super good with rice. In Lin Cheng’s opinion, twice-cooked pork is even better than the so-called “rice thief” crab with soy sauce.
After cleaning the ingredients, Lin Cheng cut the green peppers into shreds meticulously.
Although the movement is not fast, the cutting is quite neat.
But I encountered difficulties when cutting the meat.
Lin Cheng couldn't control the thickness of the greasy pork belly.
Without paying attention, the slices became thicker and thicker. Lin Cheng became more and more angry the more he sliced, and then he became more and more perfunctory, cutting into lumps before he saw it.
Park Ji-yeon watched the pork belly in Lin Cheng’s hand sliding with fear, fearing that he would cut his hand.
After watching it for a while, Pu Zhiyan asked tentatively: "Lin Cheng, should this meat be cooked before cutting it? That would make it much easier to cut. Can't your Sichuan cuisine be cooked first?"
Lin Cheng turned his head and glanced at her.
Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
Park Ji-yeon was puzzled by him, "What's wrong?"
Lin Cheng said sternly, "If you don't understand, don't interrupt. Our Sichuan cuisine is like this. You, a Korean, don't point fingers."
"oh."
Park Ji-yeon curled her lips, a little aggrieved, and stopped talking.
“Ah~”
At this time, Lin Cheng suddenly screamed, dropped the knife and squatted down while covering the fingers of his left hand.
Park Ji-yeon was startled, "Where? Did you cut your hand? Come and see, do you want to go to the hospital?"
“Do you need to go to the hospital for this condition? Please help me take a look.”
Lin Cheng raised his hand with a sad face, then quickly took away his right hand, revealing his intact left hand.
“Haha! I’m fine! Have you been fooled?”
“Ah! Lin Cheng, are you so funny?”
Park Ji-yeon angrily slapped Lin Cheng’s left hand away, “Don’t joke around in the kitchen, hurry up and cook.”
“Okay, okay, I won’t play anymore.”
Continuing to work, Lin Cheng perfunctorily cut up all the remaining pork belly.
Hmm~Although the shape is not perfect, it’s not a big problem.
Lin Cheng confidently said to Pu Zhiyan: "OK! The preparations are completed. Next, take a good look at it and study it seriously. Your cooking skills will improve by leaps and bounds."
Park Ji-yeon looked at it very seriously.
Light a fire and pour oil.
Hmm~What should we do next?
By the way! Stir-fry the ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili pepper until fragrant.
Pour the Sichuan peppercorns into the oil pan first, then Lin Cheng turns around and prepares to put the sliced ginger in as well.
As soon as he picked up the ginger slices and turned around, Lin Cheng felt something was wrong.
Hmm? Why did the peppercorns turn yellow all of a sudden?
Isn’t it stir-fried? It shouldn’t be.
Hey! It’s getting dark again!
This is going to be confusing!
“Lin Cheng! I’m confused!”
Park Ji-yeon also saw that something was wrong and was worried beside her.
She was anxious, but Lin Cheng was no longer anxious. He glanced at Pu Zhiyan calmly and said, "Don't panic! Everything is under my control. This is what our Sichuan cuisine is like."
Lin Cheng said he was calm, but in fact Lin Cheng was quite panicked.
I didn’t know whether I should shovel out the burnt peppercorns first. After hesitating for two seconds, Lin Cheng simply threw in the ginger slices and other ingredients.
As long as I am fast enough, the speed of the pot paste cannot catch up with me.
You can see that the ginger and garlic quickly dehydrated and changed color after being put into the pot, and a strong aroma of garlic wafted out along with the spiciness.
“Do you smell this? The aroma of chili and Sichuan peppercorns is the essence of our Sichuan cuisine.”
Lin Cheng said something to Park Ji-yeon, and then picked up the sliced meat in the bowl.
“Zhiyan.”
"Um?"
Looking at Lin Cheng’s solemn expression, Park Zhiyan was puzzled.
“Stand away, be careful of oil splashing on you.”
Hearing this, Park Zhiyan quickly rushed to the kitchen door in two steps, looking cautious.
Holding the bowl, Lin Cheng swallowed his saliva and slowly tilted the mouth of the bowl.
As a result, before the meat was poured out, the water accumulated at the bottom of the bowl entered the oil pan first.
呲
The hot oil came into contact with the cold water, and the oil droplets splashed violently, causing direct damage to the back of Lin Cheng's hand.
“Ah yo! Fuck me!”
Lin Cheng shook his hand and threw the meat and bowl directly into the pot.
It wasn't over yet, the oil pan exploded, and a drop of oil suddenly splashed onto Lin Cheng's cheek.
