Mochizuki briefly introduced the two parties, signaled Miho Sato to greet the guests, and rushed into the kitchen with the purchased items.
Most of what she bought were some condiments, and the kitchen utensils and other equipment had already been prepared during the decoration. Mochizuki took out some ingredients and began to think about how to make meals that were both simple and delicious.
After staying here for so long, she only had a few opportunities to cook by herself. She had almost forgotten all her cooking skills, which were not very good in the first place. Mochizuki felt a little worried for a while.
She had bought a lot of meat and vegetables, but at that time she was thinking of having a barbecue with a few good friends. Now that there were two guests, it was a bit inappropriate to prepare this. Besides, it would take too long.
"Why don't you make curry rice?"
Midorikawa Hikari walked in from the kitchen door, holding a packet of sauce in his hand, which must be what Mochizuki lost in the living room.
Smiling, he put on his apron, took the ingredients from Mochizuki, and started to get busy. The police officer in the living room spoke very loudly and was good-looking, but he couldn't stand it. In comparison, it was better here. It suits him. Speaking of which, he hasn't cooked by himself for a long time, and his hands are really itchy.
"How embarrassing."
Mochizuki looked at Hikari Midorikawa who was already handling the ingredients, and there was a hint of gratitude in his words. Not only could he serve as free labor but he could also cook. Mr. Midorikawa was really a good person.
"Officer Mochizuki doesn't often cook for himself, right?"
While Midorikawa Hikaru was handling the ingredients, he observed Mochizuki who was standing aside. Her handling of the ingredients was a bit unfamiliar, so she probably didn't cook much.
Mochizuki smiled awkwardly. She originally planned to invite these two people to eat out, but they insisted on having their first meal at home after moving, and thoughtfully bought her a gift. She was Catch the ducks and put them on the shelf, okay!
Putting the washed beef in the basket to dry, Mochizuki planned to deal with other things, but the mountains of ingredients that had been piled up had been sorted into categories, and she seemed to have nothing to do.
"Don't forget my profession. I occasionally cook some of the dishes in the bar myself."
Zhu Fu Jingguang took the beef that Mochizuki had prepared, cut it several times and set it aside for later use. He turned on the fire and prepared to cook the curry. He skillfully took out the cooking oil from the cabinet below, but it was empty. His movements froze in mid-air. .
Mochizuki was standing aside admiring it when he saw the busy people stop. The two looked at each other. Mochizuki was a little confused. So, everything needed to cook curry should be ready. Is there anything missing?
"Did you buy cooking oil?"
Midorikawa Hikaru chuckled. There was nothing in the cabinet. If there was no cooking oil, their dinner tonight would have to wait a little longer.
Mochizuki covered her mouth, ran to the living room, rummaged through a pile of things, found cooking oil and quickly ran back to the kitchen.
The two people chatting awkwardly in the living room looked at Mochizuki in a hurry and were a little confused. Toru Amuro also had some cooking skills and originally planned to join in the fun in the kitchen, but he had not given up the idea of installing cameras in the villa. So I can only stay here and play it by ear.
As for Miiko Sato, a beautiful police officer, her mother has prepared lunch boxes for her since she was a child. Her cooking skills are not as good as Mochizuki, and she has no interest in the kitchen. She is usually assigned to wash dishes, and now she still It was not her turn to play a role, and she just pretended not to see the situation.
Mochizuki took the cooking oil back and handed it to Midorikawa Hikaru, while she stood aside and fanned herself with her hands. It was really embarrassing. She had been doing things that only a mentally retarded person would do recently. She must be too tired.
Midorikawa Hikaru took the cooking oil, turned on the range hood and started cooking. He was not sure about other places, but it was definitely his first time using the kitchen. None of the electrical appliances in the room were plugged in. Fortunately, the places where things were placed were very reasonable. In just a short time, he had connected all the electrical appliances he wanted to use.
Put the marinated beef into the pot and stir-fry, then put the other side dishes in order, add an appropriate amount of water, wait until the water boils, then put the curry in it, and then just simmer until the soup is The juice is as thick as it needs to be.
Midorikawa Hikaru closed the lid, adjusted the fire to a suitable size, and looked at Mochizuki aside.
"Would you like to wash the tableware? They probably haven't been used before."
"Ah, yes."
Mochizuki felt a little belatedly that she should wash them. The tableware was prepared by people from the decoration company, so she couldn't just use it without worry.
The two took out plates and some tableware from the cupboard above, and stood by the sink to wash them.
The two people who were already playing their own games in the living room could just see the scene in the kitchen, and they both sighed for a while.
Mikako Sato has a serious sense of crisis. Looking at this situation, Mochizuki may soon be single. She will be left to bear her mother's anger alone. Thinking about it makes her a little timid.
Toru Amuro, who was sitting across from him, didn't have so many ideas. He only had one idea now. Mochizuki was involved in the kitchen by Jingguang. He only needed to get rid of the police officer to complete the mission.
"Well, how about we go outside and visit the garden!"
Toru Amuro smiled. The two grown men were not suitable to go up to the room above, so they could only visit outside. The best place to install surveillance was actually the living room, but Mochizuki was too dangerous, so he could only take a step back.
The best thing about the villa is that it is large and has many windows. There are relatively many places around the house where you can observe the inside of the house. He had already observed it when he came. As long as he installed surveillance cameras on the surrounding trees and adjusted the direction, he would still be able to see the house. There is a lot to gain.
Mihoko Sato has long been impatient. This is the first time the two of them have met. There are so many topics to talk about. She is not Yumi Miyamoto. Going outside is just what she wants. They are both adults and should be on their own. Take responsibility for yourself and let this blond guy do it by himself. She has other things to be busy with.
Toru Amuro stood secretly under the target tree, looked at the beautiful police officer lying on the swing on the other side in a daze, climbed up quickly, and installed a miniature camera on it.
After making sure that he could see the living room, he jumped down quietly, pretended to enjoy the scenery, and walked to the living room from the other side.
Mochizuki didn't know that the two people chatting awkwardly had gone outside to do their own things. She and Midorikawa Hikari were working hard. She lived alone and didn't know why there were so many dishes to wash.
Mochizuki became more and more bored as she washed. On average, she glanced at the curry cooking on the stove every three seconds. The aroma was already coming out. She should go take a look and see what if it was cooked dry.
Midorikawa Hikari looked at Mochizuki's expression and lowered her head in amusement. Is it necessary to be so resistant to washing the dishes? In fact, there was a dishwasher next to it, but she never seemed to notice it.
Midorikawa Hikaru glanced in the direction of the living room. Toru Amuro had calmly taken the drink Mochizuki bought and started drinking. It was obvious that the goal had been achieved.
"There's not much left. Let me come. You go and see how the curry is cooking."
As soon as Midorikawa Hikaru spoke, Mochizuki threw her hands and ran aside, finally freed, her poor little hands were already soaked and swollen.
