How to be a good girlfriend is also a new topic for Fuyumi. It is also her first time dating, her first time being a girlfriend, she has no experience at all, and she doesn't understand many things.
She rubbed the medal there and thought for a while. The more she thought about it, the more she thought it was a good idea to give Kitahara Shuji a patch-up - mainly laundry, cleaning, changing sheets and bedding, and going to and from school together. She had done it before, and still does it now.
If you do this, you can't show that you care about his injury, and you can't express your feelings. In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, there is only one word "food" left.
There is only one problem, what should I do if I can’t cook?
When she was born, her mother was cooking, and it was super delicious. Later, her mother passed away, and her father started cooking. When her father fell ill, it was Haruna who took over this important task - Kitahara Shuji was the one who did it when he had time.
, Haruna helped him, and when Kitahara Shuci was not free, the whole family counted on Haruna for dinner.
Of course, she was not completely incompetent. She also learned how to cook noodles and miso soup in school, but that was all. She had never cooked a complete meal before.
, so it’s a bit difficult now.
But it doesn’t matter, who is born knowing everything? He can’t learn it!
She became the head of the house at the age of fourteen. She didn't know anything at first. She secretly shed tears while doing laundry at night. But she got through it later. Now she just cooks a few meals. There's nothing to be afraid of!
After thinking about it, she turned around and said to Haruna: "Haruna, lend me your recipe."
Haruna looked up after hearing this and asked strangely: "Sister, what are you looking at that for?"
She was studying the two maid outfits. She thought the black and white clothes were really nice. Unfortunately, the eldest sister was more traditional and old-fashioned and had a bit of a competitive temperament. She insisted on not wearing them, so she had to keep them for a long time. It was a pity.
"He's not hurt anymore. I want to make something delicious for him." Fuyumi sat there cross-legged and said, "I'm dating him after all. I can't condone his bad habits, but I still need to care."
Haruna didn't show it on her face but she was very happy in her heart. She thought it was a good idea and immediately suggested: "Then I can be a big sister and send it to him?"
Fuyumi shook her head and said, "No, I want to do it myself!"
Even if she is competitive, she doesn't think she can overwhelm Kitahara Shuji in terms of cooking skills. He is a famous chef who can make the restaurant earn tens of millions of yen a year. As long as she is a normal person, she will not be stupid enough to compete with such a person in terms of cooking skills. She just
You have to show your true feelings - of course you can't say your true feelings, it would be too embarrassing and would easily make the kid swell, but it's okay to let him eat the true feelings from the food.
She was going to cook something delicious for Kitahara Shuji herself to integrate her feelings for him, so she couldn't let Haruna cook it, let alone Haruna's guidance. Otherwise, what would happen if Kitahara Shuji ate Haruna's food? He couldn't understand himself.
What to do with your good intentions?
Haruna hesitated for a moment: "Sister, can you come by yourself? Is this okay?" That is, Fuyumi, who looked at her with a blank expression and got up and left, not even bothering to do anything - cooking is not difficult, but making something that can
It is not an easy task to make people enjoy delicious food, and those who think they can do it just by looking at the recipes are really the most fools among fools.
Fuyumi was full of confidence: "Of course it can be done! My good grades mean that I have a high IQ and a strong learning ability. I will definitely be fine with cooking! Okay, go get it for me!"
Haruna couldn't help it, so she got up and took it. Fuyumi took it in her hand and started to study it. She waved her hand and said, "You can rest!"
"You really don't need me to help you?"
"No need, I can do it on my own!" Fuyumi is very stubborn and will not change what she has determined, so she immerses herself in research. If you have the basics, you can make a soup and two side dishes, and it will definitely be no problem - you don't want to be more delicious, just
If you try your best, if the boy dislikes you, just blow his head off on the spot.
Haruna had no choice but to leave. She went to the bathroom door first, listened to no sound, and then knocked on the door to remind the second sister not to sleep in the bathtub. Then she went to the second floor to check on Akitaro. The child was taking a nap, and he was sleeping soundly.
Natsori Natsusa, who was responsible for watching over him today, was also squeezed in and sleeping in his arms. The family had prepared a welcome party, but I originally thought that Kitahara Shuji and Yuki would not come back until at least the evening. Unexpectedly, these two people did not attend the victory celebration early.
They escaped, and the three of them didn't know that their plan had been disrupted.
Haruna walked around the house and found that there was nothing to do. During the summer vacation, there was really nothing to do during the day. Finally, she went back to her room. She opened the closet and carefully put two maid outfits in according to Fuyumi's instructions.
Then he closed the closet door, but after staring at the closet door for a while, he opened the door again and took out a set.
She hesitated for a moment, locked the door to the room, closed the curtains, then took off her loose home bathrobe, put on the maid's black one-piece skirt, then tied up the white apron and put on the lace
She put on a fake collar, long white stockings, fastened the garter rings, and finally made a bun in front of the mirror, and then put on the white headdress - she was wearing Fuyumi's one.
But she is in the third grade of junior high school and is fifteen years old. She has grown a lot in one year. She is 1.51 meters tall. The clothes are a little too small, but they can still fit.
After getting dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror - the black and white maid uniform was very dignified, with a long black skirt that reached her knees, and a small white apron around her waist that was inlaid with cute lace, and her waist looked particularly thin, as if it was lightly moved.
It looks like it will break if you fold it, and underneath are the slender calves wrapped in white stockings, and a pair of small feet that look even more adorable.
She gently tied a small bow on the white ribbon in front of her neck, then turned around slightly, looked at the larger bow on her waist behind her, and then stared at her face.
He has no expression, his thin eyebrows are flat, the corners of his lips are flat, only his dark pupils are like a deep pool, bottomless as if it can suck in all the surrounding light.
This dress is not ugly, and it actually feels good when you put it on!
He is much prettier than me and should look even prettier when he wears it. Why doesn't she like it?
what a pity!
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Haruna is studying maid uniforms, and Fuyumi has already figured out what to cook to feed Kitahara Shuji - dried bonito mushroom soup and charcoal-grilled veal.
She read the recipe carefully three times and felt that the process was relatively simple and she should be able to handle it, so she copied down the recipe carefully and ran to the kitchen.
She is in charge of the purchasing in the family store, and she often checks the refrigerator and freezer. Finding ingredients is not troublesome. She quickly found all the ingredients, then put on an apron and started to do the preliminary processing.
"Cut 300 grams of white radish into cubes..." She looked at the instructions on the recipe, washed a white radish and cut it with a kitchen knife.
This is not a problem for her. After all, her family runs an izakaya and she watches a lot. Besides, as an Aichi short-legged tiger, it is not a problem to kill people, and chopping radishes is a piece of cake. "...Then slicing the carrots, um
, you need to add some salt when soaking wild dried mushrooms in water. What is the temperature of the water? If it is not mentioned, you can also use cold water, right? Slice 150 grams of tofu, bonito, shiitake mushrooms, and taro roots... It feels very simple.
ah!"
It went well, and Fuyumi was in high spirits. Thinking about Kitahara Shuji's surprised expression at dinner, she couldn't help but blush slightly - what should she say when he wants to praise her?
"Tch, I just did this kind of trivial thing casually...I don't feel very good, or should I say...it's not specially made for you. It's fine if you think it tastes good. It doesn't matter at all."
She thought about it for a while and felt a little proud. She put the pot on the stove and looked at the recipe. She found that the recipe said to fry the carrots and white radish slices with sesame seeds. She immediately followed the instructions and found the sesame oil pot and started to add some oil to the pot.
Pour the oil - how much should you pour?
She poured a little hesitantly, feeling that it was a bit less, and after pouring it for a while, she felt that it was a bit too much, but it should be okay, so she turned on the fire, waited for the oil to start bubbling, and poured in the carrots and white radish slices.
With a sizzling sound, the oil began to splash out, making her take a big step back in fright - is cooking so dangerous? It might disfigure her face?
She conveniently picked up a frying pan and put it in front of her face. Then she took a spatula and began to pull out the radish slices in the frying pan from a distance. She also quickly took a look at the recipe - how long does it take to fry! Huh? It's deep fried.
Slightly soft, shiny in color? This... how to judge whether it is soft or hard?
What kind of bullshit recipe is this?
She recalled how Kitahara Shuji and Haruna were cooked in the past. She felt that it didn't take too long to fry. After waiting for more than a minute, she turned off the fire and took out the radish slices. She found that they had all become dried radish, one by one.
They were all broken up one by one, and each one still looked like a seventy-year-old carrot, full of wrinkles.
She hesitantly picked one up, blew it to cool down, and took a sip. She found that it was not soft, but hard, had a crunchy feel, and was a bit bitter.
Isn't it a failure? It can be forgiven if it fails the first time, but it will be eaten by Xueli later, so it can't be wasted.
She bit her head and started to follow the steps in the recipe, and then she slowly became confused.
One and a half spoons of salt? What is the unit of measurement for one spoon? What size spoon should be used? Two tablespoons of soy sauce? Aren't spoons and spoons the same thing? And a teaspoon of perilla powder... What is the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?
Eh? Didn’t it say that the soup made from bonito is milky white? Why is it black?
This dish requires two pots to be cooked at the same time. She was in a hurry and started running around in the kitchen. At the same time, she kept looking at the recipe - add some mountain root spicy oil? How much is it? This bullshit recipe is so annoying!
She barely suppressed her temper and hurriedly rummaged through the seasoning pile to find sangen chili oil. When making miso soup in school, you don’t need so many seasonings, just salt, and there are hundreds of seasoning bottles here...
A minute later, she found five small glass bottles, all of which had labels posted by Kitahara Shuji. They all read "Yamane Oil", but the colors were different. Then she looked at the five bottles and started to be in a daze - why?
Are there five types? Which one should I put?
At this time, the pot was boiling again. She quickly turned off the heat, but felt something was not right, so she had to add a large spoonful of cold water. Then she hesitated for a moment, took a small plate and poured a little mountain root oil to taste and decide which flavor.
Add whichever is best.
She smelled it first and found that there was no smell. She hesitated for a moment and raised her head and swallowed it. Then she smacked her mouth and felt that there was no smell. After a while, her crescent eyes suddenly widened, and her eyes bulged directly.
He came out and pinched his neck directly with his hands, feeling his throat burning.
She quickly rushed under the water faucet, held the water faucet and started gargling her mouth, and then took a few more sips. She felt that it was still too spicy, so she simply stuck out her little tongue and started rinsing with the water faucet...
The kitchen turns out to be such a dangerous place!