1novels Chapter 12 On Fried Kitchens and Weird Cuisine
Chapter 12 On Fried Kitchens and Weird Cuisine
In the bookstore, a young man in a blue-gray jacket with dirty clothes and torn clothes, as if he had been beaten up, walked in.
Under the astonished gaze of the bookstore owner, the young man said hoarsely, "Is there a recipe?"
The bookstore owner realized that he was staring at people. He was too rude, and hurriedly apologized: "What kind of recipe do you want?"
Suzumiya, who has a handsome appearance and is easy to be liked by others, asked softly: "I don't quite understand, can you recommend some books, Japanese or French are fine."
Seeing that his attitude was so good, the bookstore owner became more and more vigilant. After recommending a few books that were well received, the bookstore owner couldn't help but said, "Young man, what's wrong with you, do you want to call the police?"
Although the young man had no injuries on the surface, the damaged clothes were stained with a lot of dirty blood and dust, which made people worry that he had been persecuted in some way.
It should be a foreign college student, who doesn't know the chaos in this city.
"I met a few hooligans who bullied the little girl, so I rushed up, but there were too many of them...Fortunately, I called the police in advance." Suzumiya smiled, and his rose-red eyes were full of friendliness. , he comforted the boss: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Seeing his limping back, the boss couldn't help sighing: "What a good boy, this city is too messy."
But what is this lad wearing around his neck, the new fashion of youth?
It's a bit like the collar worn by the black-backed wolfhound at home...
Yinwu Xianle opened the door, and was greeted by a large bouquet of roses. He took the bright red flowers in a daze, and then looked at Suzumiya who was carrying a lot of things.
"Master, I'm here." Suzumiya Yejian Otonashi took the flowers, his red eyes slightly curved: "I know the master doesn't like dirty dogs, so I went to wash them up and bought new clothes. "
Although the owner of the clothing store and the hotel was scared, but in short, he came to see the owner cleanly.
"Ah, then come in." Yin Wuxian's mouth twitched and stepped out of the way: "The kitchen is over there, just do whatever you want."
【How does it feel】
"Like another person." Yinwu Xianle commented truthfully: "It's like breathing and blinking. If you don't deliberately feel it, you won't realize that he is controlled by me."
[Your spiritual power is really amazingly powerful]
"It's okay." Yinwu Xianle closed the anti-theft door: "I am more concerned that I asked him to cook because there are too many things in the refrigerator."
But what happened to Suzumiya bought a bunch of things...
[Who knows?] The system said it was helpless: [The murderer also bought recipes for Japanese, French, Italian, and Western food, ah, and I don’t know where to find Suzhou dishes]
"Cauliflower?"
【You know? 】
"Scotland said it." Yin Wuxian lay down on the soft sofa and looked at the ceiling: "Scotland likes cooking, so he has learned most of the cuisines in the world, and he even complained that growing cauliflower is the most delicious of all cuisines." Difficult, the variety of food is outrageous."
"I have eaten the Sichuan food he made, it seems to be called Mapo Tofu?" Yin Wuxian read the name of the tongue-twisting dish slightly unfamiliar: "I learned it from a Scottish and Chinese restaurant, and there are strawberries in it. What an incomprehensible Scottish dish."
【Is it hard to eat】
"I can't even eat electricity for love." Yin Wuxian commented.
[I seem to understand, but with all due respect, there seems to be no such dish as strawberry mapo tofu in Sichuan cuisine that grows cauliflower]
"No?" Yin Wuxian was puzzled: "I heard that this dish is very popular in Chinese restaurants, but I learned it from Scotland. Other signatures of Chinese restaurants, such as boiled steamed buns and Tianjin rice, taste very good."
[The two dishes you mentioned don’t have any flowers. Let me search --- the Internet section of Zhonghua, enter 'foreign Chinese food', there are more than 3 topics. It seems that flower growers are very concerned about foreign Chinese food]
"What's there?" Yin Wuxian became interested: "Why don't you talk?"
【Well, it's hard to say, just listen to it】
【"What is Tianjin rice? As a Tianjin native, how come I don't know anything about it? Ah, it's a Japanese specialty of crab meat omelet with jambalaya. That's fine."
"Family, do you know that I actually ate strawberry mapo tofu and pearl milk tea dumplings in Japan, and finally understand the love and hatred between Italians and Hawaiian pizza."]
"I think Hawaiian pizza is delicious." Yin Wuxian interrupted: "Sweet and sour."
【Imagine.......wait a minute, I can't seem to come up with examples of your national cuisine】
【Not to mention you seem to eat everything】
"Am I so outrageous in your eyes?" Yinwu Xianle complained about the terrible system, and then he was startled by a loud noise from the kitchen. He sat up from the sofa, as if scared by a cucumber to the cat.
The young man was stunned for two seconds before he realized the cause of the explosion. He rubbed the victim's ear and felt a little headache: "Why don't I cook by myself?"
[The murderer blew up the kitchen] The system sighed a little: [You are right, if you had cooked by yourself from the beginning, and if you hadn’t called the murderer back, you would have eaten already]
[There will not be so many fresh ingredients, and recipes]
"This may be the inferiority of human beings." Otonashi lay back down again, resigned to his fate, and manipulated Suzumiya's vest: "In order to save trouble, it caused even greater trouble."
The man with black hair and red eyes glanced at the exploded microwave oven, passed through the residue, and was slightly surprised: "You actually put eggs in the microwave to heat them up."
[The murderer was born in a slum, he can't cook, and he has very little common sense in life, I warned you earlier]
"You didn't remind me." Suzumiya simply cleaned up the wreckage and put on a pink apron: "You said 'forget it, as long as you're happy'."
He made complaints about why the apron was pink, and how bad the system was when it prepared the safe house...
Also, the emotional transformation brought about by being completely silent in Suzumiya's vest was as tricky as he thought.
Just like a fanatic meets a god he believes in, every move of the god makes him tremble. The most intuitive thing is that in the remaining memory, at the door, after the young man with a dazed expression took the red rose, his indifferent gaze Sweeping across his body, the excitement that would burst out of hot blood all over his body.
Master's breath, master's long hair, master's indifferent words when he let him in, all made him unbearably excited.
Should he take a cold shower to cool off before coming back to cook?
"It's too bad, it's obviously a person, and I'm very perverted." Suzumiya took out eggs, fine noodles, and a small piece of beef from the refrigerator, and boiled water to cut the meat with some rust: "I haven't done it for ten years. I've cooked."
I always feel that I am forced to cook at this time, and I have lost something subtly.
Ah, this is the meal made by the vest, not his meal.
That's fine.
His first time is still there.