it takes a little effort

Jiang Kai stared at him like a wolfhound that has just been robbed of its food.

"I'm in the queue, I paid the money, I can't bite it, can I?" Ling Chuan raised his eyebrows, his voice raised.

"No," Jiang Kai stuffed the remaining residue into his mouth, "Can you make dumplings?"

"No." Ling Chuan stepped into the car.

"Then you still buy dumplings." Jiang Kai said.

Ling Chuan had almost stepped back to the community before realizing that what Jiang Kai meant was for him to make dumplings.

"Don't tell me, you don't know how to bag either?" Ling Chuan looked back at him in disbelief.

Jiang Kai stared at the streetlights without saying a word.

"Damn, you really don't know..." Ling Chuan elongated his voice, feeling deep despair, "Are you sure you are from the north? Don't you just eat dumplings every now and then?"

"Student, you must have misunderstood the northerners." Jiang Kai poked Ling Chuan on the back several times, "Who told you that northerners must know how to make dumplings? Why don't you southerners know how to make dumplings?" Bag?"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, let's talk about fighting," Ling Chuan rubbed his back, "Then what is your usual staple food?"

"People. Meat. Fork. Roast. Bun." Jiang Kai said.

Ling Chuan didn't expect that making dumplings is also a complicated job - for him.

First of all, chopping meat stuffing is an extremely tedious task, cut into pieces, shred, dice, and then chop.

He regretted not going directly to the supermarket to buy ready-made dumplings, and he overestimated Jiang Kai's cooking skills.

If a person is particularly outstanding in some aspects, he must be particularly weak in some aspects.

God is always fair.

He thought as he cut the meat.

Ling Chuan seldom cooks at home, because every time he wants to mix in the kitchen, his mother will tell him to go away.

My father is better than my mother, at least he taught him the essentials of cutting meat, that is, to bend his fingers on the meat to fix it, and never straighten it, otherwise his hand will be cut.

However, this method is useless when chopping stuffing.

After Ling Chuan finished dicing, he took another dark iron kitchen knife from the wall, and with both knives, he chopped at the diced meat on the chopping board, causing blood to flow everywhere and minced meat flying around.

Jiang Kai walked into the kitchen and took a look, then quickly backed out.

Compared with mixing seasonings, chopping meat stuffing is at best a simple and rough manual work.

The technical work of mixing seasonings depends entirely on personal experience, and Ling Chuan has nothing to do with it.

"What should I do, how much should I pour?" Ling Chuan hesitated while holding the bowl in one hand and the soy sauce bottle in the other.

"Look at it." Jiang Kai responded casually while sitting in the living room with the book in his arms.

Anyway, he has a strong ability to accept food, as long as it is cooked, he can eat it.

"Okay." Ling Chuan poured half a bottle of soy sauce into it and stumbled.

1 minute later.

"It seems to be too much." Ling Chuan held the bowl in front of Jiang Kai with self-knowledge.

"Wow," Jiang Kai's expression changed suddenly, staring at the bowl of black meat for about ten seconds before regaining his senses, "Where's your bacon?"

"What should I do?" Ling Chuan blinked his eyes. He didn't want to chop the meat again, so he could only turn to Jiang Kai whose IQ seemed to be several levels higher than his.

"Wash it." Jiang Kai thought for a moment calmly and came to this conclusion.

Ling Chuan believed his evil foolishly and naively, and went to the kitchen to wash the water twice.

In the end, the already soft and rotten meat filling and water merged into one.

"Ah!" Ling Chuan angrily put the bowl on the chopping board and cursed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kai dropped the book and ran into the kitchen.

"It's almost soaked into broth, so there's no way to make dumplings." Ling Chuan pointed at the meat bowl and wailed helplessly. After chopping the minced meat for half an hour, he was very unwilling to pay it down the drain.

Jiang Kai also didn't expect that the minced meat would be so unstable that it could be washed to this effect.

He first shamelessly laughed at Ling Chuan's cooking skills in his heart, then he was thankful that he wasn't very hungry after eating pork ribs and plum cakes, and finally raised the corners of his lips to propose, "Why don't you cook porridge? "

"Huh?" Ling Chuan turned his head to look at him, a small flame of hope ignited in his heart.

Jiang Kai asked: "Do you have preserved eggs or shiitake mushrooms at home?"

"Yes, yes!" Ling Chuan quickly found a bag of dried shiitake mushrooms and two preserved eggs from the cabinet.

Although preserved egg and lean meat porridge and dumplings are very different in taste and shape, as long as you can save this bowl of broth and fill your stomach smoothly, it doesn't matter what you eat, anyway... …it's the same.

After Jiang Kai washed his hands and washed the rice, he poured the rice and water into the rice cooker according to the ratio taught by his grandfather. Ling Chuan was like a puppy that had just been weaned, entangled behind him, staring at every step, making It made him a little nervous, afraid of losing his standard.

The first time he cooked porridge was when he was in elementary school. At that time, his grandfather still had the strength to sell cheap labor in the factory in the town. Every morning before going out, he would soak rice and water in the pot in advance. After he got up, he would endorse While cooking porridge, all firewood is used in the countryside. Pushing two sticks into it can memorize several ancient poems.

After he got tired of drinking porridge, he thought about adding things to it, such as shiitake mushrooms, green vegetables, shrimps, diced meat, shredded bamboo shoots, and nothing else. Cooking porridge is what he is best at—although there is nothing to be proud of.

Fortunately, the rice cooker in Ling Chuan's house is quite advanced, with three levels for cooking rice, porridge, and soup. After he pressed the porridge button, he started soaking mushrooms and peeling eggs.

Ling Chuan leaned on the edge of the stove with one hand and looked at him without saying a word.

Jiang Kai put on a bib, pressed the slippery shiitake mushrooms with his slender fingers, and slowly moved backwards on the chopping board. Although his cutting movements were not as smooth as when turning the pen, they were not clumsy. Going down is steady and just right.

After a while, the shiitake mushrooms and preserved eggs on the chopping board are all cut.

Although the result of cutting the preserved eggs was not so ideal, the back of the knife and the chopping board were covered with egg yolk, which was a bit disgusting, but at least the task was completed.

Ling Chuan clapped his hands flatteringly and said, "Wow, awesome!"

"Get out of the way." Jiang Kai waved his hand in full force.

"Hey," Ling Chuan jumped to the other side of him with a silly smile, tilted his head and continued to look, "Then what are you doing?"

"Cook the meat." Jiang Kai put a pot of water on the gas stove expressionlessly, and then turned on the switch.

To get rid of the fishy smell, the minced meat must first be marinated with salt and shredded ginger for a while, and then mixed into the porridge. While the water boiled, Jiang Kai washed his hands and went back to the living room to pick up the textbook and recite words , in order to ensure that the results of other subjects are not affected during the competition, he has to race against time.

Ling Chuan stood at the door of the kitchen, glanced at the water in the pot, and then at Jiang Kai who was sitting on the sofa, "Don't watch, the water will boil dry in a while."

Jiang Kai lowered his head and drew circles on the textbook as if he didn't hear it.

His ears have a very powerful skill, which is to automatically block useless information from the outside world. No matter at any time and any place, as long as he thinks seriously, he can act like no one else. Of course, he doesn't even know this skill, so he The most common expression on the face is blankness.

Ling Chuan didn't quite understand this skill, thinking that Jiang Kai wouldn't like to talk to him, so he turned on the mute and sat next to him to play games.

When he heard the sound of boiling water coming from the kitchen, he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Jiang Kai's eyes, "Master, the kitchen is on fire."

Jiang Kai got up and went into the kitchen, Ling Chuan followed behind him.

Since he was a child, he liked to watch people cut and cook vegetables, but his mother never gave him the chance to enter the kitchen and always told him to go away.

Jiang Kai poured the minced meat, shiitake mushrooms, and preserved eggs in the bowl into the freshly boiled water in order, and then added some seasonings.

"It smells so good." Ling Chuan couldn't help but bent down and leaned over to smell it.

"Get away," Jiang Kai grabbed his collar and tugged back, "You've lost all the scent."

"It's really delicious!" Ling Chuan licked his lips.

"I know." After Jiang Kai filtered out some of the soup, he poured the remaining pot of ingredients into the rice cooker, and it seemed to be a success.

"I think you can set up a stall to sell breakfast when you get old." Ling Chuan flattered him.

Jiang Kai supported his waist with one hand, and pointed at Ling Chuan with the spoon in his hand, "Would you like me to order?"

"No, what I mean is that your cooking skills are so good that you can sell them at a stall. Is this a rhetoric... or a metaphor? Anyway, it's just a compliment, what does it mean to praise you, understand?" Ling Chuan was in a hurry explained.

Jiang Kai ignored him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and tasted it, it tasted pretty good, the porridge made by the rice cooker was quite thick.

"What do you want to do when you grow up?" Ling Chuan asked.

"It's best to have a job where you don't need to talk," Jiang Kai said, "It's very tiring to communicate with people."

Ling Chuan thought of something and laughed out loud.

"Laughing fart?" Jiang Kai squinted at him.

"I thought of you...with a disheveled face, hugging a basin, lying on the bridge, seeing people walking by, jumping over and pulling people's trouser legs." Ling Chuan laughed so hard that he almost couldn't come back, squatted down and hugged Jiang Kai trouser legs, "Brother and Sister, please do me a favor, let me pass it off..."

"Get out," Jiang Kai said, and couldn't help laughing, "What about you?"

"I have so many ideals." Ling Chuan stood up and snapped his fingers. "Entrepreneurs, inventors, artists, scientists, travelers..."

Jiang Kai sneered and continued stirring the porridge.

"Actually, I don't know what to do," Ling Chuan's tone suddenly dropped, Jiang Kai turned his head and glanced at him, "My mother wants me to be admitted to university and become a civil servant or something..."

"What about yourself? Think about it?" Jiang Kai asked.

"I don't want to," Ling Chuan sighed, "I don't know what I want to do either."

"Don't worry," Jiang Kai patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "You can't pass the civil servant exam with your grades."

"..."

After it was out of the pot, Jiang Kai added some sesame oil and pepper to the porridge, and sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions for decoration. It looked pretty good.

After taking two sips, Ling Chuan sighed, "Oh my god, this is the best porridge I've ever had in my life."

Jiang Kai came out of the kitchen with a freshly fried egg, "You are the most ignorant person I have ever met in my life."

"You," Ling Chuan raised his head and stared at him, sighing and said, "You are really... wonderful."

Jiang Kai raised the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

"Do you have any friends?" Ling Chuan leaned over holding the porridge bowl, "Your personality...huh? Do you have any friends?"

Jiang Kai raised his eyelids, but remained silent.

"I see," Ling Chuan clicked his tongue twice, and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll just reluctantly be your friend."

Jiang Kai took a sip of porridge calmly.

He really has no friends.

Perhaps because of the influence of his family, he is a particularly insecure person, he likes to be alone, he is polite on the surface, he can talk to anyone, but it is only on the surface, maybe he turns around Already forgot the other party's name.

He is afraid of trouble, also afraid of troublesome people, afraid of rejection, and also afraid of being rejected, so he only stays at the most superficial level when communicating with people, and it is always others who take the initiative.

When I was a child, I was often isolated because I didn’t like to talk. At first, I was willing to communicate friendlyly, but then I got tired of it. I felt that it was unnecessary. It’s better to be alone than to cater to others.

One advantage of being isolated is that you have more leisure time.

His grades being able to rank among the top three in the grade are necessarily related to his withdrawn personality.

Although the situation gradually changed after entering junior high school, many people would take the initiative to greet him, and even all kinds of delicious food would appear on the table inexplicably, but he has become accustomed to the self-centered lifestyle, and it is difficult for him to Deep friendship with people, gradually, caused him to be closed and sensitive now.

No need.

He often comforted himself that such things as feelings would eventually become a person's weakness.

To be strong is not to be encumbered by these things.

So what if I don’t have parents, so what if I don’t have friends, I’ve come all the way, and it’s been pretty good.

What an amazing thing.

As for Ling Chuan...

"Sorry!" Ling Chuan's flat roar interrupted his thoughts.

"Scared me," Jiang Kai collected himself, "Why, you don't want to eat?"

"No." Ling Chuan licked the egg yolk on his lips, "I like it very much, but my mother said that the eggs should be fried and cooked thoroughly, and she never made soft-boiled eggs for me. Sometimes my father would secretly make them for me. A hearty one."

"Oh." Jiang Kai didn't know what to pick up, so he lowered his head and took a bite of the egg. He didn't know that this stuff had a stage name of soft-boiled eggs.

"Seriously, do you want to consider setting up a stall in the future..."

"roll."

"Listen to me, you sell breakfast, and then I will push a cart next to you to sell roasted sweet potatoes and roasted corn. The urban management is here, and we can take care of each other."

"……up to you."

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