Because hot pot is delicious, it is not too troublesome to handle the ingredients.
Tear off the refrigerated fat sheep rolls and put them aside, then wash the mushrooms and cabbage under clean water.
After putting on the apron, Xia Fenghe took over the command without anyone noticing.
She tied the ponytail that usually hangs down from the side to the back of her head, covering the white back of her neck, and raised her towering chest, as if she was ready to give orders.
"Are you really okay?"
Zhu Yu, who planned to take matters into his own hands after sending Father Lin away, looked at her with uneasiness.
This man's amnesia was even worse than his own. When he first ran out of the mental hospital, he even maintained a strange attitude towards modern civilization.
Don't go through the motions of setting off fireballs on a natural gas stove.
"Don't worry, I feel like I've done this many times."
New cook Xia Fenghe is eager to try, "This is what it feels like when memories are revived in the body!"
Recalling that she was inexplicably skilled at hanging his clothes to dry that day, Zhu Yu decided to trust her and was willing to do it.
"Suicao, help cut the peeled radish, not too thick or too thin."
Lin Suicao, who had been standing by watching the show after Zhu Yu arrived, pointed at himself in surprise.
"Are you sure you want to hand the kitchen knife to me?"
"Yes, I advise you to think again. Your sister is a rare idiot in the world."
"Well, the main reason is that it may endanger Zhu Yu's safety."
"What on earth do you want to do to me with a kitchen knife?!"
Zhu Yu snatched the weapon handed out by Xia Fenghe and neatly cut the white radish into equally thick slices.
Ever since he recovered part of his memory, Lin Suicao seemed to be in a bad mood.
The girls put the ingredients to be cooked on the plate, and Zhu Yu was sent out to find the induction cooker pot.
"Ah, I forgot to buy the base material."
When Lin Suicao was placing the cross-cut shiitake mushrooms one by one, he suddenly remembered this and said, "We can only use clear soup."
"Is it just clear water? It doesn't matter."
At this time, Xia Fenghe was addicted to the feeling of knowledge flowing out. He happily shared the little kitchen knowledge he remembered with his sister, "If you have eggs or ginger slices, you can fry them with oil, and then add boiling water directly to the soup. The child turns white..."
The movements in Suicao's hand paused.
"The pot has arrived, are you okay?"
Zhu Yu plugged in the power strip and loudly urged the two people in the kitchen.
The soup base made a gurgling sound, and when you opened the lid of the pot that was filled with water droplets, the white steam was thick enough to touch the ceiling.
The vegetables and meat are tumbling up and down in the cooking pot, and the brewing aroma penetrates the nostrils of the diners.
Zhu Yu picked up a piece of perfectly blanched lamb, turned it around in the sauce bowl in front of him, and then put it in his mouth.
The next moment, the tip of my tongue responded with an extremely weird, slightly sweet taste.
"Lin Suicao!"
Now, he can already find the culprit in an instant under the guidance of memory, "You must have done it!"
"What?"
She raised her head inexplicably and looked at Zhu Yu opposite.
The table that used to have only two people now has one more member.
Xia Fenghe sat diagonally opposite her, next to Zhu Yu, and while the two were confronting each other, he picked up another piece of meat that his sister had just put in.
"Don't act stupid, I have already remembered your atrocities of adding sugar to my spicy soup every day! This bowl of condiment must have tasted like this because of your sweet hands!"
Xia Fenghe, who was moving his chopsticks, froze.
"I haven't done this kind of thing since I graduated from elementary school, or do you want to relive your childhood memories every day...brother?"
There was a sound of a bowl being dragged.
Xia Fenghe used his chopsticks to order some of Zhu Yu's seasoning and tasted it.
She looked at the two people whose eyes were focused on and lowered her head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I seemed to have mistaken the location of the sugar and salt."
"... Just explain it clearly, you don't have to taste it yourself."
A murmur from someone at the table reached no one's ears.
When the ingredients on the table were reduced by more than half, Zhu Yu went downstairs and bought six cans of Ruiao.
It's still a baby style that's not very refreshing and has an alcohol content of only 3 degrees.
"Then, cheers to Feng He and I for being discharged from the hospital!"
Three bottles of baby wine held high touched each other, and some crystal wine spilled out.
Xia Fenghe held his own bottle with both hands and drank gurglingly.
It didn't take long for her face to turn a little rosy.
"I wish I——"
The empty can hit the table with a soft sound.
Xia Fenghe rested on her left hand and shouted to him sideways. There seemed to be dark, thick liquid deep in the originally clear pupils, spinning into incredible shapes.
Her voice is also a little more childish, like a child who deliberately prolongs the ends of sentences.
"No, isn't it even suitable for babies?"
Zhu Yu poked her porcelain-white cheek with the handle of the spoon, and a small pit suddenly appeared in the skin that could be broken by blowing.
The girl who felt uncomfortable waved her hand away, with a few tears brewing in the corners of her eyes due to sleepiness and drunkenness: "I want to hear your recovered memories."
Zhu Yu glanced at Lin Suicao. She was still holding dishes quietly.
"Nothing nice to hear."
"I want to listen! Oh eh eh——"
Maybe she really has mentally regressed to the age of a toddler.
"I just want to listen! You see, you are Suicao's brother, Suicao is my sister, and we are... hiccup... good friends, right?"
"The relationship is all right, genius genius."
"So of course I'm curious about what past events you remember!"
Xia Fenghe grabbed his sleeve and dangled it, "Speak quickly, or I will spit on you."
"Actually, you're not drunk at all!"
Zhu Yu began to have deep doubts.
"It doesn't matter if you tell me. I'm also curious about how much you remember."
Lin Suicao was holding Ruiao with one hand and drinking, his movements were as graceful as a heroine.
She looked at him with a smile: "Is there anything you can't say in front of your sister?"
"As a person involved, are you not sure if there is anything in your mind?"
Lin Suicao's expression remained normal: "I don't think so, unless the other person involved has something different in mind than I do."
Ha, ridiculous.
I wish I could tell everyone everything I want to do in my life. Since she said it to this extent, he will naturally tell the truth.
Of course, there's nothing wrong with using some well-thought-out rhetorical techniques.
Zhu Yu took the last sip of the alcoholic drink and talked about the past.
In fact, he didn't recall much at all. For example, the past between high school and Lin Suicao was still a blur, and he only had memories from elementary school to junior high school.
It's just that they were disgusted with each other when they first met, and treated each other like enemies when they fought. In the end, they developed friendship and ended the road of falling in love and killing each other.
What he hates the most and what he likes the most - these words sound so disgusting that he won't say them out loud.
Whenever he talked about how to fight, he would skip it like a speed passer skipping the plot. At this time, Lin Suicao would look over with a half-smile.
When he mentioned Lin Suicao's sister, who had not officially appeared, Xia Fenghe would raise his head excitedly, and his eyes seemed to be a little brighter - Suicao, who was described by Zhu Yu as a sister-controller, kept denying it and tried to launch The history books of the years.
Finally, when he was about to talk about what happened that winter, Zhu Yu subconsciously stopped narrating.
"That's all I remember."
Xia Fenghe didn't know when he had closed his eyes and breathed lightly.
Their two sisters looked at him.
"fraud."
