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Song Fuyu is going to make a pot of pimple soup for dinner.

The October night in Qin City is a bit cold, and a bowl of hot pimple soup will warm your whole body.

It happened to be noon that everyone was so disgusted by Mo Juan that they didn't want to eat. There was some rice left that was not eaten, which was perfect for making rice pimples.

"Youngyou, go to the cellar and get a cabbage, and then bring you six tomatoes."

"anything else?"

"Ask Sister Xiuli again if there are pickled beans in the Educated Youth Home. If so, bring some over. If not, forget it."

"Okay~"

"I'll go right away."

Although there was some rice left at noon, it was still not enough. She had to mix a little more white flour with cornmeal to make a little lump.

In fact, the pimple soup will taste better if you add one or two eggs into it, but no one is willing to contribute their own eggs.

Although there were too many eggs in her space to be eaten, when she thought that Mo Juan would also eat them, she had to endure her cravings until she moved out.

"Sister Fuyu, I brought cabbage and tomatoes, but the Sour Beans Educated Youth Hospital doesn't have them. I'll go to Aunt Li's house nearby to get some. Sister Xiuli said they have them."

"You don't need too much, just a few."

Song Fuyu first washed the cabbage and cut it into thin strips, then removed the stems of the tomatoes, cut them into small dices and set them aside for later use.

After doing this, Tong Youyou came back with a few pickles.

"give it to me."

Quickly cut the sour beans diagonally into small pieces and start to heat the oil in the pan.

Don't add too much oil, only a little bit.

In this day and age, if you can taste a little oily smell every day, it is considered a good meal.

Most families boil the vegetables directly in plain water and add a little salt, or wash the vegetables directly and dip them in sauce. Meat can only be eaten during festivals or when the village kills pigs and divides the meat.

After the pot is hot, add diced tomatoes, stir-fry the juice and then add shredded cabbage and pickled beans. Stir-fry the cabbage until soft, add an appropriate amount of water, cover the pot and bring to a boil over high heat.

"Sister Fuyu, you are so good at cooking. Did your mother teach you?"

Watching her skillful operation, Tong Youyou suddenly thought of her previous cooking scene. Compared with Sister Fuyu's cooking, her cooking was like a battlefield.

"Self-taught, no one teaches."

She didn't know how to cook before going abroad.

Ever since she was born and could remember, the family had hired a nanny, who did all the cooking, cleaning, and other tasks.

Until later when I went to study abroad, I really couldn’t get used to the cold food, fried chicken, and burgers outside. I had to buy food and follow the online tutorials in my apartment. I started to learn to cook little by little. The more I cooked it, the more I naturally learned it. .

"Then you are amazing."

"My mother sometimes cooks at home. If my father gets off work, he would already cook. My father's food is much more delicious than my mother's."

"Sister Fuyu, do your parents know how to cook?"

"My mother died before I could remember, and I don't have a father."

After speaking, she directly lifted the lid of the pot, poured the prepared lumps into the boiling soup base, stirred them up with chopsticks while pouring, and finally added an appropriate amount of salt for seasoning.

"Youngyou, please take out everyone's bowls quickly. Let them cook for another minute and then they will be ready."

Tong Youyou didn't react when he heard what she just said.

She looked at Song Fuyu who was in heat with embarrassment and self-blame.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go get the bowl quickly. It's time to cook."

"Ah, right away, I'll get it right away."

She quickly took out thirteen bowls and placed them beside the stove.

"Go and ask everyone to come out for dinner."

Song Fuyu first poured a large spoonful into each bowl, leaving some remaining, and then distributed it evenly, trying to make sure everyone had the same amount of pimple soup.

It is impossible to satisfy everyone with the amount in the pot, and even girls can only eat seven-tenths full at most. This is what Song Fuyu concluded after observing the old educated youths cooking a few days ago.

"Wow, do you want to eat pimple soup tonight? It smells so delicious. I used to like pimple soup the most, but I didn't know how to make it."

The first one to come in was Wang Menghan. She could not hide the joy on her face as she looked at the brightly colored pimple soup on the stove.

She usually talks the least and doesn't seem to have a very enthusiastic relationship with anyone. She is the most insignificant person in the Educated Youth Academy. Unexpectedly, she is a foodie.

"Find your bowl quickly and take it to eat."

"It smells so good, it must taste good too."

Wang Menghan picked up her own bowl, put it under her nose and smelled it, then quickly took a sip from the bowl.

"Scent, it's really fragrant."

"Song Zhiqing, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good."

"After coming to Qin City, what I've been craving the most is this bowl of pimple soup."

She put down the bowl, turned around and secretly wiped away her tears.

Song Fuyu did not answer, but directly handed over the handkerchief.

Wang Menghan looked at the handkerchief in front of her and was a little confused, but she still took it.

"Thank you~"

"Quickly wipe it, they should come in."

Everyone has their own vulnerability. With Wang Menghan's usually silent character, he definitely doesn't want to be seen by others when he is vulnerable.

If she didn't tell him, Song Fuyu wouldn't ask any more questions.

After a while, people in the Educated Youth Yard sat in the kitchen with a bowl of pimple soup in their hands and drank it intently. No one spoke for a while, and all their attention was on the bowl of pimple soup in their hands.

Tong Tao finished eating first.

He gave Song Fuyu a thumbs up.

"Song Zhiqing, your cooking skills are amazing. I haven't had such delicious food in a long time."

"Why, isn't what we usually cook delicious?"

Pan Yu replied with a smile, her face full of satisfaction.

"It's not that it doesn't taste good, it just feels a bit boring."

"Haha, today's pimple soup is really good. It's so hot. I'll feel warm all over after drinking it."

Cao Xiangshan also expressed his comments.

"Since Song Zhiqing's cooking is so delicious, she will do all the cooking from now on."

Some people are just such a spoiler of fun that they can always say something embarrassing to everyone when everyone is very happy.

As soon as Mo Juan said these words, the smiles on the faces of everyone else in the kitchen fell.

"I'm done eating. I'm going to wash the dishes first."

"I've finished eating too. I'll go out with Brother Cao."

Even a few people who had not finished eating speeded up.

"What's wrong? Feixue, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"Since everyone thinks Song Fuyu's cooking is delicious, let her cook it every day. Then we can have delicious meals every day, right?"