Lin Shirou was startled.
After taking the medicine on time, Lin Shirou felt for the first time how happy it was to transform from a patient to a normal person.
The cold water that once penetrated the bone marrow is now barely adaptable, and I no longer need to wrap myself in a thick quilt to fall asleep at night.
These are the changes Jiang Chen brought to her.
After a moment of silence, she nodded: "Thanks to your help, I will always keep it in mind."
"Then cook me a meal. My legs are sore after walking around with you for so long."
Jiang Chen saw her hesitation, saw that she was wavering, and pointed at his leg.
"I haven't walked such a long way with anyone since I was a child. My legs are numb all the way. Why don't you make it up to me?"
Lin Shirou watched his performance quietly.
"Anyway, if you don't care about food, I won't leave tonight." Jiang Chen no longer wanted to lose face and sat at the table to complain.
Seeing this childish behavior, Lin Shirou suddenly smiled: "You are really a scoundrel... Okay, I'll do it."
"Please."
Lin Shirou nodded, walked to her small kitchen and tied up her apron, then turned to ask Jiang Chen in the living room:
"What do you want to eat tonight?"
Jiang Chen's heart moved and he said with a smile, "I like everything you cook."
Lin Shirou shook her head: "This kind of dish is not easy to make. Let me be more specific."
"Well, let me think about it."
Jiang Chen picked up his bag and went to the kitchen, took out a strip of pork belly he bought before and put it on the chopping board.
"Make braised pork. Although you don't like it, I really like it."
"Red...braised pork?"
"What? You don't know how?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Yes, and..."
Lin Shirou looked at the fat and thin Wuhua, and hesitated for a long time.
"Braised pork is probably my favorite dish."
"I once read a book by Mr. Yu Hua, and there was a section in it about stir-fried braised pork. I was so greedy just listening to the description in it, that I fell in love with this dish." Lin Shirou said.
"Stir-fried braised pork?"
Jiang Chen was stunned.
He couldn't help but regret that all his time was spent surfing the Internet and answering questions. Now Lin Shirou used allusions casually and didn't know what he was talking about.
At that time, I will read two more books to strengthen my literary literacy, at least I will be able to catch the airwaves next time.
"What's that done?"
"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the characters in the book cooked a braised pork meal through narration."
Lin Shirou tied up her hair and said,
"I also made polenta in the book. I happen to have some cornmeal left at home, so I will eat polenta and braised pork in the evening."
"Okay, let me help you."
Jiang Chen went to the sink to wash his hands, preparing to have a hard time.
This time Lin Shirou did not stop him from helping, but quietly watched him wash his hands and smiled.
She was not idle either, picking up the strip of pork belly on the chopping board, picking up the tweezers and plucking the hair carefully.
When Jiang Chen over there saw it, he said, "Don't bother, just heat up the pot and sear the skin."
This is what restaurant chefs do.
"No, if you simply sear the skin, part of the hair follicles will still remain in the meat, which will make the taste worse."
Lin Shirou plucking the hair bit by bit, looking at Jiang Chen who didn't know what to do next, and said.
"If you want something to do, let's make the polenta first and leave the cornmeal on the balcony."
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Chen started to work in the kitchen.
The kitchen is not big, and people are walking back and forth, so physical contact is inevitable.
Hands touching hands, shoulders touching, the physical contact between men and women made Lin Shirou, who had always been calm, gasp for breath and ordered him to go to the balcony to get some condiments:
"Go to the balcony to get some sugar and put it in the spice jar on the window sill. By the way, go to the living room to boil a kettle of hot water. We'll need it later."
"It's an order."
After enjoying himself, Jiang Chen listened to Lin Shirou's instructions and felt like he was back to the time when the two got married.
At that time, he was still in the period of decadence, and Lin Shirou was busy at home and outside.
He felt embarrassed to always let Lin Shirou cook. When he was cooking, he came over to help after seeing her cooking porridge.
Lin Shirou didn't ask him to do any hard work. She just asked him to sprinkle some sugar into the porridge, saying it would taste better.
As a result, due to being decadent for too long, Jiang Chen was so confused that he couldn't tell the difference between salt and sugar, and actually sprinkled several spoons of salt into the porridge.
At that moment he felt extremely incompetent.
Who do you think you are? You can’t even tell the difference between salt and sugar?
It's really a waste.
When we arrived at the restaurant, we couldn't throw away the cooked porridge, so we had to bring it to the table.
During the meal, Lin Shirou sipped the salty porridge in small sips. There was no look of blame on her face. She looked at Jiang Chen who lowered his head and said nothing, as if coaxing a child, she reached out and touched his head:
"What hangs on the wall is sugar, and what doesn't hang on the wall is salt. Don't remember it wrong again."
Nothing seems to have changed.
"You got it right, right? Salt in porridge doesn't taste good."
Lin Shirou's words interrupted his memory, and he smiled and said: "The ones hanging on the wall are sugar, and the ones not hanging on the wall are salt. Of course I remember."
Lin Shirou nodded approvingly: "It seems you are very experienced. Do you cook at home?"
"of course."
Since his mother is a chef, he and his father have also learned a little bit about it, so there is absolutely no problem in getting started.
"Then it seems there is no need for me to give you orders. You cut the meat and wait until the water boils and put it in the pot. I will get the spices and rock sugar."
Even Sun Yuhong praised Jiang Chen's knife skills. He cut the meat into even large pieces in just a few strokes.
Lin Shirou took rock sugar and spices and motioned for him to stay away from the stove: "Go to the living room and rest, you gentleman, stay away from the kitchen."
Jiang Chen didn't want to be a gentleman, so he came over shamelessly: "It's okay, I'll watch and see how you do it, and learn from it."
"What's there to learn from this?"
Lin Shirou felt helpless when she saw that he wouldn't leave, so she stopped caring about him.
She heated up the pot, threw a few grains of rock sugar into the cold oil, and started turning the iron spoon along the edge of the pot with a focused expression.
She did it seriously, and Jiang Chen also watched carefully.
Of course, it’s not about cooking, it’s mainly about rock sugar.
Well, this rock candy is really big.
Lin Shirou ignored Jiang Chen's gaze and watched the color of the sugar in the pot change from golden to maroon, and finally to dark brown, and then began to pour hot water.
After the sugar was cooked, she poured the watered pork belly into it, stir-fried it for a few times, then filled it with water and spices, brought it to a boil, then lowered the heat to a low simmer, and left the hot kitchen with Jiang Chen.
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Lin."
Jiang Chen handed Lin Shirou a napkin at the right time.
She picked up one and wiped her forehead, folded it in half and put it on the dining table.
"It's not hard."
The whole room was filled with the aroma of stew, and Lin Shirou licked her lips subconsciously.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to eat this meal."
Although she tried her best to avoid losing her composure in front of Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen still keenly caught her subconsciously licking her lips.
It seems that she is still hungry for this...
In the past, every time Lin Shirou finished cooking braised pork, her mouth would always be shiny. Jiang Chen knew that she must not be able to resist eating a few pieces.
While the meat was stewing, Lin Shirou didn't forget to use this time to randomly check the results of Jiang Chen's review last week.
Lin Shirou nodded with satisfaction after hearing that Jiang Chen could recite "Li Sao" and "Meng" fluently.
Twenty minutes later, when it was estimated that the meat was almost ready, Lin Shirou returned to the kitchen.
Clip out the star anise and ginger slices from the pot and throw them into the trash can. Turn on high heat to collect the juice, and at the same time open the lid of the porridge pot.
The white mist rises, the heat is overwhelming, and the sweet fragrance of corn emerges, which whets your appetite.
Lin Shirou stretched out her hand to greet Jiang Chen: "It's done."
"coming."
Jiang Chen was really going crazy with hunger, so he hurried over to serve rice and vegetables without Lin Shirou shouting a second time.
The old incandescent lamp above their heads flickered. Jiang Chen and Lin Shirou sat on opposite sides of the dining table, looking at the steaming braised pork and polenta on the table.
Seeing Jiang Chen hesitate to move his chopsticks, Lin Shirou said, "Eat."
"Then I'm welcome."
Jiang Chen picked up the bowl and started to drink the porridge. Feeling the sweetness in the porridge, he gave a thumbs up.
"As expected of you."
"I just put some sugar in it. You can make it yourself when you go home."
Seeing Jiang Chen enjoying his meal, she swallowed and picked up a piece.
"Then...I won't be polite either."
Compared with Jiang Chen's gluttony, Lin Shirou is much more elegant.
Use your chopsticks for each dish, and then drink a little bit of porridge, your plump lips shining under the light.
The two quickly destroyed the food on the table, and Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction.
"Thank you Chef Lin for the hospitality!"
"Actually, it's not that good. The ingredients are fresh and delicious. I borrowed your help."
Lin Shirou wiped the oil stains around her mouth with half a piece of paper folded on the table.
Jiang Chen was satisfied, and she also enjoyed the meal.
I haven’t had such a happy meal in a long time.
As a child, when she thought the sweet milk tasted delicious and smiled, Mother Lin would put the milk carton on a high platform out of her reach with a cold expression.
In front of Mother Lin, happiness is a sin.
The more she likes to eat, the less her mother does. As time goes by, Lin Shirou doesn't like to eat anything.
No one has a cold nature.
"It's nothing to borrow. The best ingredients require a first-class chef to make them taste good. Your cooking skills are among the best in Linjiang County!"
Jiang Chen did not hesitate to praise her, he praised her with all his strength, as if he wanted to tell the girl in front of him all the things that he was embarrassed to say in his previous life due to being an old couple.
"Stop saying that, just eat if you like."
Lin Shirou turned her face slightly.
She would not have taken such a compliment to heart.
But when she heard it coming from his mouth, Lin Shirou felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.
Somewhat embarrassed.
"I'm going to wash the dishes." After eating and drinking, Jiang Chen picked up the empty bowl and walked into the kitchen.
"You don't need to."
Lin Shirou just wanted to stop her, but Jiang Chen had already taken the bowl and put it into the pool.
This is a habit Jiang Chen has developed over the years.
When I was a child, I used to sit on a bench and help my mother wash the dishes. I accompanied Han Yutong when I first fell in love, and then I washed the dishes for Lin Shirou when I got married.
The act of washing dishes has been throughout his life.
Lin Shirou stood next to him, a little at a loss.
This was the first time that she didn't have to wash the dishes when eating at home. She was not used to having empty hands. She stood next to Jiang Chen and reached out to poke Jiang Chen.
Seeing that Jiang Chen refused to move, he had no choice but to help him get an iron brush and dishwashing liquid.
When Jiang Chen finished cleaning up, she whispered.
"Thanks."
"Why are you so polite?" Jiang Chen didn't care.
"It's not just because of this, Jiang Chen, I ate very well today, and it's all thanks to you."
Lin Shirou looked up at him with gentle eyes.
"Instead of thanking me verbally, why not do me a favor."
Jiang Chen must still trouble Lin Shirou more, so that the two of them will have more opportunities to get along.
"Go ahead." Lin Shirou nodded.
Jiang Chen pointed to the sliced beef and mutton on the chopping board and the ingredients prepared inside, and said, "This is the meat I bought for the National Day picnic. Can you help me marinate it?"
Lin Shirou nodded in agreement without thinking.
Jiang Chen wiped his hands clean: "Thank you for your hard work. I will come to your house to pick it up on the 30th."
"If you don't mind, just make another trip. When it's ready, I'll send it to you." Lin Shirou said.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment, there would always be a chance of meeting Mother Lin, the boss, if he always met at her house.
Think about it and forget it.
After making a copy of his home address and handing it to Lin Shirou, Jiang Chen smiled and said:
"Then it's up to you."
