Pet Handbook

Lan Jingling finally had a personal understanding of what it means to be self-inflicted.

In the small kitchen of the dormitory, I originally thought that the script should be about watching Chen Xiangqing making soup smugly, but because of a mistake, I agreed to Chen Xiangqing to take care of the dormitory sanitation, and had to stand pitifully in the sink Before, I was at a loss for a few bags of lunch ingredients.

"I think it's good for us to go out to eat, what do you think?" Lan Jingling pondered for two seconds as she looked at the ingredients that seemed to never end, before she came to a conclusion decisively.

"Are you sure?" Chen Xiangqing only said two simple words, but her face was full of pride, saying that the shop would disappear after passing this village.

Lan Jingling's pursuit of home cooking, or in other words, the pursuit of a sense of belonging to the family, seems to be fully reflected in a table of home cooking.

However, Lan Jingling looked at the dead fish eyes of the lively white fish in the pool for half a minute, and found that the concubine couldn't do it.

"Why don't we change it, you cut the fish and I wash the vegetables?" Lan Jingling discussed with Chen Xiangqing with a wry smile, and found that Chen Xiangqing looked disapproving, so she quickly added, "I will do it, including cutting vegetables!"

"I don't seem to have any intention of doing anything." Chen Xiangqing gave Lan Jingling a look of shattering eyes.

Threatening herself to cook for her with her weakness, Chen Xiangqing would not foolishly submit obediently.

"Can't we stand on the standpoint of equality and friendship, and be considerate of each other!" Lan Jingling dissatisfied.

"That's right." Chen Xiangqing stared at Lan Jingling, who threatened who first.

"Probably..." Instantly comprehending the meaning in Chen Xiangqing's eyes, Lan Jingling felt a little guilty.

"Pull out the gills, remove the scales, take out the internal organs, and marinate with salt for ten to 15 minutes..." Chen Xiangqing sat at the desk and drank yogurt leisurely, in stark contrast to someone who was in a hurry.

"No matter how reasonable you say, I won't let you go!" Lan Jingling interrupted Chen Xiangqing's teaching distractedly, "Hmph, you vicious Gargamel!"

"Does that mean you are a Smurf?" Chen Xiangqing rarely took up the topic.

"I'm so smart and cute, of course I'm a Smurf." Knowing the name, Lan Jingling nodded as a matter of course.

"The Smurfs are all male." Chen Xiangqing said a fact that Lan Jingling had been trying to ignore.

"Then..." After being choked up for a moment, Lan Jingling changed her words decisively, "Then I am Sister Lan!"

"But I don't want to take you in as my daughter." After calmly uttering a few words, Chen Xiangqing looked at Lan Jingling innocently.

In the cartoon "The Smurfs", the only female Smurf is indeed called Smurf.

Unfortunately, Blue Sister is a creature created by Gargamel, who calls Gargamel Daddy.

Lan Jingling, who was speechless by Chen Xiangqing's words, almost sprayed a pool of old blood, as if she had never taken advantage of Chen Xiangqing.

Resolutely spreading her grievances on the innocent white fish in the pool, Lan Jingling scooped up the fish onto the cutting board in one go, and chopped the fish's head with a knife in one hand.

Then, the knife jammed.

"Damn it! It's still alive, it's moving, it's jumping, it's scaring Dad to death, I can't get the knife off, help!" A soaring scream pierced the sky, followed by a series of incoherent words from Lan Jingling.

The fish that was not completely dead struggled greatly on the chopping board, and the bloody water splashed all over Lan Jingling.

The person next to the chopping board was holding on to the handle of the knife tightly and refused to let go. He wanted to slash the knife down with all his strength but could not find a point of leverage.

As a result, one person and one fish were in a stalemate, and no one had the intention of letting the other go.

"You can let go." Sighing helplessly, Chen Xiangqing looked at the mess in the small kitchen, feeling faintly lost to Lan Jingling.

"No, it's not dead enough, it will come to retaliate against me!" Lan Jingling insisted not to let go.

"You read too many supernatural novels." Chen Xiangqing couldn't hold back, and rolled her eyes.

Putting down the half-drunk yogurt in her hand, Chen Xiangqing walked into the kitchen and slapped Lan Jingling's hand away from the knife handle.

"What... do you want to do to it!" Lan Jingling stared at the fish on the cutting board worriedly, as if the eyes of a dead fish were staring at herself fiercely.

This is the so-called skin-to-skin hatred, the feeling of retribution every minute.

"There are gloves here." Chen Xiangqing pointed to the plastic gloves hanging on the wall, and put them on by herself, "It doesn't matter if you don't need to cut off the fish's head."

He easily pulled out the kitchen knife, replaced it with a meat scissors, and fiddled with the gills of the fish a few times, the red gills were cut off.

Then he tore off a fresh-keeping bag from the cabinet, put the fish in it, and slapped the fish with the back of the knife.

Then take out the fish, scratch the back of the fish with a small spoon, and the fish scales fall off in pieces.

Then cut a small cut in the belly of the fish and take out the internal organs.Not sure if Lan Jingling was used to eating fish roe, Chen Xiangqing still threw the fish roe into the trash can.

Finally, I cut a few more knives on the back of the fish, rolled the fish in salt, and put it in a large bowl to dry for the taste.

Chen Xiangqing's set of movements was done in one go, as if she had done it many times, she was as proficient as she was, and she didn't feel like she was on the front line when Lan Jingling was operating.

"Wow, you are so good." Lan Jingling, who unconsciously hugged the sliding door of the kitchen and looked on, felt sincerely.

"It's because you are too weak." Chen Xiangqing complained unceremoniously.

"Then, what do I need to do?" Lan Jingling eagerly tried as if infected.

"Wash these things and cut them into shreds." Pushing a bunch of ingredients in front of Lan Jingling, Chen Xiangqing found that there were really a lot of things in the bag, enough for two people to eat for half a week.

As expected, she was the eldest lady who didn't know the sufferings of the people, and Chen Xiangqing silently felt sorry for the money for shopping.

"I want to eat meat." Lan Jingling asked cheekily.

"I'll make you another pot of cauliflower, it's enough for one person." Chen Xiangqing kindly agreed.

"Eat alone?" Lan Jingling grasped the key words, "Where are you going?"

"Part-time job." Chen Xiangqing answered concisely.

If you don't eat the work meal, you won't be able to exchange it for money. Cooking a meal for two will waste oil, salt and gas. In comparison, Chen Xiangqing decisively chooses the work meal.

And as far as I accidentally saw the menu of Yuzhou Xiaozhu's work meal, Chen Xiangqing felt that if she could bring Lan Jingling to eat, it would save a lot of money.

"Oh." Lan Jingling replied sullenly.

Obviously, what Lan Jingling proposed in the morning to ask Chen Xiangqing to be her exclusive nanny is a practice that seriously damages Chen Xiangqing's self-esteem.

Although the current Lan Jingling would like to make the next best thing and demote Chen Xiangqing to be her full-time chef, but judging from Chen Xiangqing's dark face early in the morning, it is good to have a happy meal once in a while.

The hatchback was silent, Chen Xiangqing was cleaning up the traces left by Lan Jingling in the kitchen when he cut the fish, Lan Jingling silently stared at the chopping board and waited in line for her sliced ​​ginger garlic carrots.

In fact, I am still very talented in cutting vegetables. After Lan Jingling safely grew the carrot slices into a cuboid with similar width and height, Lan Jingling gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

Deliberately cutting the chopping board so loudly, Lan Jingling tried to use her perfect knife skills in exchange for a few words of praise from Chen Xiangqing.

"What is your carrot block for?" Soon, Chen Xiangqing was attracted by the sound made by Lan Jingling.

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Lan Jingling was surprised by the quantifiers used by Chen Xiangqing, your carrots are as thick as fingers.

"Didn't you say you want to shred them? This is carrot shreds, okay?" Lan Jingling muttered with her mouth flattened.

"Your shredded carrots are thicker than your fingers?" Chen Xiangqing complained helplessly.

He took a kitchen knife from the kitchen utensil rack, and picked up a small piece of Lan Jingling's cut product. Chen Xiangqing scratched a few times lightly, and the carrot pieces were divided into six even strips.

Putting the processed carrot shreds in front of Lan Jingling, Chen Xiangqing told the eldest lady the difference between chunks and shreds.

"Strictly speaking, the silk should be thinner than this, but if it is placed in vinegar fish, it will be soft after a few times of frying, and the taste is too bad. I don't recommend it." Chen Xiangqing taught on the spot.

"You have big breasts, you are right in everything you say." Lan Jingling spoke stiffly.

Silently pouring out the carrots that she had already cut and plated, Lan Jingling lowered her head and carefully reworked them one by one.

"I have a question." Chen Xiangqing looked at Lan Jingling's reaction, and suddenly thought of something that had been held back in her heart for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Lan Jingling asked without raising her head, her attention was still focused on the cutting board.

Even though he was as talented as himself, he still felt that things like shredded carrots were simply anti-human scams created by the predecessors.

"Actually, you have at least two or more personalities." Chen Xiangqing used an affirmative sentence.

"Ah?" Lan Jingling looked up in astonishment, frightened by Chen Xiangqing's words.

"The cruel young lady, the docile little sheep, and the hypocritical gifted student, so you have a triple personality." Chen Xiangqing wrung her fingers and said, "When are you going to become a young lady? Have you finished all the dishes?"

"Hiss..." Lan Jingling really spattered a mouthful of old blood this time.

Probably because Chen Xiangqing listened to the very reasonable words and made her extremely anxious, accidentally, the knife on Lan Jingling's right hand came into close contact with her left hand quickly and accurately.

"I'm hurt." Lan Jingling sucked her finger in pain, and looked at the instigator with an aggrieved face.

"Are you going to transform?" Chen Xiangqing's attention was not on the injury at all.

It's no wonder that Chen Xiangqing has such doubts. The Lan Jingling in the usual rumors is a domineering young lady who sees who doesn't like her and who doesn't have a good life.

Now that she has been with herself for a few days, Chen Xiangqing finds that Lan Jingling is completely different from the rumors, she is clearly a strange flower in a greenhouse that is not harmonious with the world, and she does not look like what the outside world described.

Chen Xiangqing began to suspect that she had nothing to do with Lan Jingling when she was called to the Academic Affairs Office for admonishing and talking, but someone deliberately framed her.

"I'm not a werewolf, and I didn't see the full moon at night. At most, my nose would runny from the cold wind. What the hell is my transformation!" Lan Jingling complained with teary eyes.

Ruthless guy, the cut in his hand is so big that it almost catches up with the gap on Yu's body, Chen Xiangqing can ignore it so naturally, Lan Jingling has a little emotion.

"So you want to take this opportunity to not do anything, just sit and wait for dinner." Chen Xiangqing explained Lan Jingling's careful thoughts with a single sentence.

"Everyone is hurt..." Lan Jingling pouted unwillingly.

Chen Xiangqing's heart softened for a moment when I saw the pitiful look. After all, she was just a strange flower in the greenhouse, and she seemed to have too strict requirements on Lan Jingling.

"Stop sucking, what a man." Chen Xiangqing curled her lips, once again defeated by her soft heart.

Pulling Lan Jingling's hand over, the wound on the index finger of his right hand was slightly whitened by Lan Jingling's suction, but there were still blood oozing from the inside out, it seemed that the wound was not shallow.

"It will hurt..." Lan Jingling protested against Chen Xiangqing's rough actions with her mouth flattened.

"The radish has a grudge against you, so why do you do it so hard?" Chen Xiangqing frowned, and a trace of irritability flashed in her heart.

"No way, I was scared by you..." Lan Jingling complained softly.

"Ah bah, you just need to say that you are not smart enough to end the topic, but why you have to say so much, you deserve it." Chen Xiangqing refused to admit it because of her whimsy.

Following Chen Xiangqing back to the bedroom, Lan Jingling sat obediently in front of the desk, followed by Chen Xiangqing simply and rudely rubbing iodine on her fingers for disinfection, and then strangled her with a band-aid like a rice dumpling.

Obviously she was injured, but Lan Jingling inexplicably found that Chen Xiangqing was angry.

unknown reason.