Lin Cheng was splashed with hot oil and screamed, covering his face and shrinking back.
Park Ji-yeon rushed up quickly, picked up the lid and covered the oil pan.
"Lin Cheng, are you okay?"
"No, oil splashed on my face."
Lin Cheng's tone was mournful, and he no longer had the sullen tone he had before.
"Show me, where is the burn?"
Pu Zhiyan didn't bother to laugh at him. Seeing that his wrists and cheeks were a little red from the heat, she quickly took Lin Cheng to the faucet to rinse his wrists, then picked up the handkerchief next to him and wet it for Lin Cheng to wipe.
Face.
Lin Cheng lowered his head and rinsed his wrist. Pu Zhiyan carefully wiped the burned area on his face with a wet handkerchief, and then blew gently on his cheek.
Lin Cheng felt a little embarrassed, "Don't blow, it's a little itchy."
"Don't move. If you don't cool down quickly, you may get scars on your face."
Lin Cheng stopped moving.
Park Ji-yeon stood on tiptoes, constantly moistening Lin Cheng's cheeks with the handkerchief, and then gently blew the moisture away from her cheeks.
It was the first time that their faces were so close to each other. Seeing her pouting and blowing seriously, Lin Cheng lowered his eyes and felt a little shy in a rare way.
"Okay! Just apply it with a handkerchief for a while and it will be fine. The oil temperature is not too high and it should be fine."
Lin Cheng glanced at it with the corner of his eye, "Is this handkerchief for washing dishes?"
"do not mind the details."
"Bowl! The bowl is still in the oil pan."
After turning off the fire and taking out the bowl, Pu Zhiyan looked at Lin Cheng hesitantly, "Is this what your Sichuan cuisine is like? Is it still under your control?"
Lin Cheng laughed awkwardly.
"Do you want to continue making your twice-cooked pork?"
Lin Cheng glanced at the messy kitchen.
There were splashing oil beads on the floor and the stove. Those who didn't know better thought someone was setting off firecrackers in the pot.
Except for the meat, all the other ingredients in the pot have turned into a dark color, so there is no need to add soy sauce for coloring.
"Ahem! I think we can save it."
Lin Cheng was a little unsure, but he had already let out his big words before, so he couldn't just let it go.
"I should have poured all the meat in at once, but I poured the water in first instead of slowly pouring it in. It's a small mistake, but it's not a big problem."
Seeing Lin Cheng's arrogance, Pu Zhiyan tried, "How about I cook? In fact, the food I cook is still edible."
Lin Cheng nodded: "Okay! I originally wanted to show you my skills, but since you are so active, I'll let you do it first."
Park Ji-yeon suppressed her laughter and said, "Hey! Let me make you some fried sauce."
"What does fried sauce mean?"
“It’s just the okonomiyaki method of making fried noodles. It’s delicious.”
While explaining, Park Ji-yeon started cooking fried noodles.
Lin Cheng turned on the observation mode,
Park Ji-yeon quickly took out the cooked noodles, then added cabbage and pancake mix, and stirred them together with the fried sauce buns.
It looked like mixed noodles for the time being, but after Park Ji-yeon cracked in three raw eggs and added cheese powder, Lin Cheng felt something was wrong.
The color of fried noodles is originally dark and sticky, but after adding eggs and cheese, it becomes even more sticky.
Lin Cheng inexplicably felt that it shouldn't look like something that appeared in the kitchen.
"This... Jiyeonxi"
"Inside!"
"How does this color look..."
Lin Cheng put on plastic gloves, reached in and grabbed the noodles.
It was sticky and black, and when Lin Cheng put his hand in, it felt like he was grabbing something rotten.
Grabbing a handful of sticky noodles, the noodles slowly slid down Lin Cheng's fingers. The scene shocked Lin Cheng deeply.
"I've never heard of it or seen it before. Is this edible? It makes me feel sick just looking at it."
"Ah! You can't play with food."
Pu Zhiyan pushed Lin Cheng away and lowered her head as if she was a little embarrassed, "Although it doesn't look good, it's actually very delicious. Just wait and eat."
"But after seeing the production process, I feel like I can't eat it anymore."
"Don't make trouble. This is obviously the color of chocolate. Don't think too much. Just watch quietly."
Lin Cheng shivered beside him, is your chocolate making process so disgusting?
No matter what Lin Cheng thought, Park Ji-yeon put the paste in the glass bowl into the pan like scooping batter and started frying it, just like pancakes.
After frying for two minutes, when the color was slightly browned, Park Ji-yeon added mayonnaise and chopped bonito on top.
"Do you want to put so much bonito? And can you not put the mayonnaise in a spiral shape? It looks like poop."
"Don't make blind assumptions. You can eat it right away. Once you taste it, you won't say much."
Park Ji-yeon found a can of portable flamethrower and said, "You can grill the bonito on the surface and eat it."
Flames spurted out from the mouth of the flamethrower. Park Ji-yeon pointed the flamethrower at the cake-shaped object on the plate and sprayed it.
As a result, too much flaked bonito flakes were put in, and the flames actually ignited the pancakes on the plate.
"Hey Hey hey!"
Lin Cheng, who was holding the chopsticks next to him to taste, was startled when he saw Park Ji-yeon turn off the flamethrower. Lin Cheng puffed up his mouth and blew to blow out the fire on the plate.
As a result, the fire on the plate was not blown out, but the fluffy bonito was blown everywhere, and even the sparks spread to the stove.
"Don't blow it! It will go out on its own."
Park Ji-yeon was so nervous that she knocked over the plate, and all the hard work she had just spent was wasted.
"It's all your fault!"
Pu Zhiyan was anxious, and Lin Cheng was also aggrieved, "I thought you were going to burn down the kitchen. Who told you not to make it clear first?"
The two of them looked at the messy kitchen and were speechless for a while.
Burnt bonito bits were everywhere, and oil stains and black paste were also scattered.
If Lin Cheng was making twice-cooked pork just now, it seemed like firecrackers were set off in the kitchen, now it's like it was blown up.
Park Zhiyan sighed, "Lin Cheng, so what you said last time about almost blowing up the kitchen was true? I thought you were joking."
"You are no different from each other."
After saying that, Lin Cheng hesitated: "You also failed, then... do you want me to make twice-cooked pork again?"
"Shall we order takeout? I suddenly don't want to eat twice-cooked pork today. You can cook it for me next time!"
"Agree! Actually, I don't really want to eat fried sauce today. You can save it for next time."
Seeing the other person's real look, Park Ji-yeon laughed inexplicably,
"what are you laughing at?"
"Haha! I just think it's so funny."
Park Ji-yeon had a low point of laughter before, but the more she thought about it, the happier she became and she couldn't stop laughing at all.
"What's so funny about this? Hey! Don't laugh...Don't laugh...Haha! You're crazy! Hahahaha!"
It’s over! Lin Cheng has also been assimilated.
The fried kitchen duo laughed inexplicably in the messy kitchen.
