I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

Holding back the hot tears in his eyes, Giyuu tried his best to keep his eyes wide open so as not to blur his vision with tears.

Because his eyes were too sore, his whole face was wrinkled.

But this trick didn't seem to work, the tears still gushed out uncontrollably, and the splashed onion juice splashed in more because he opened his eyes wide.So the tears continued to secrete in large quantities, and accidentally turned into a terrible endless loop.

Yiyong barely held on for a while, but he couldn't hold on any longer, so he could only temporarily stop the important work entrusted to him by May, wiped his eyes, and walked to the corner of the kitchen, wanting to relax for a while.

Now he can fully understand why Wuyue was made to cry by onions - this is not a vegetable to be messed with at all!

Wuyue next to her was already laughing madly, pounding the stove hard, laughing until she lost her strength due to lack of oxygen, she couldn't even stand up, so she had to lean on the counter top, otherwise she would fall to the ground.

At the beginning, she could still try her best to be restrained, just raised the corners of her mouth, trying to hold back the laughter.But every time she watched Yiyong cut an onion, her smile would double.

To be honest, there is nothing funny about Giyuu cutting onions, and she is not much different from her usual self.But it's just that the eye sockets have become slightly redder, and it looks a little pitiful.

That's all.

But it is precisely these places that are different from usual that accurately hit May's laughing points, and they always staged and replayed when she wanted to stop the laughter, which directly caused her to laugh uncontrollably.

However, Giyuu himself didn't realize that Wu Yue was laughing wildly at himself.He wanted to know what she was laughing at—maybe they could laugh together.

But Wuyue's laughter was too dense, and Yiyong couldn't find any space to interject, so he had to continue chopping onions.

Wu Yue was still smiling from the corner of her eye, but her body leaning on the table slipped down little by little.Seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, Yi Yong hurriedly grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

Being pulled by the collar, the sudden feeling of suffocation made Wu Yue instantly lose the mood to laugh.She stood up holding Yiyong's arm, and let out a long breath.

OKShe recovered.

Looking at Yiyong's red eye sockets and red nose tip after laughing, Wu Yue's mood suddenly changed from "want to laugh" to "distressed".

Like the smile, this heartache also came out of nowhere.

She took out a tissue from her pocket, patted Yi Yong on the shoulder, and handed the tissue to him.

"Wipe your eyes," she said, "I'll chop the onion."

Yiyong didn't take the tissue, but just waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'll be fine soon."

I don't know why, but he just doesn't want to give up at this time!

Seeing his stubborn face, as if he was in a fight with an onion, Wu Yue seemed to be able to feel his determination vaguely, so she didn't insist much.She folded the paper towels and placed them next to the cutting board.In case the volunteers were not enough, she didn't forget to draw out a few more spare sheets, and then went to deal with the potatoes.

Peel the potatoes, throw them into the pot, and take them out after they are cooked through.

As soon as the gas stove was turned on, the wordless struggle between Giyuu and Onion finally came to an end.

Yiyong wiped away his hot tears, and walked quickly, away from the sad onion.Looking at his sad back, Wu Yue almost laughed out loud again.She pursed her lips, picked up the kitchen knife, skimmed the chopped onion into the bowl, and chopped some carrots instead.

When the potatoes are cooked, throw them into a bowl, mash them with a large iron spoon, put all the chopped vegetables and minced beef in, and then grab a small handful of black pepper and salt according to your mood.Wuyue rolled up her sleeves, picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and stirred vigorously.The edge of the bowl accidentally touched her ribs, and she almost cried out in pain.

Her ribs are still in worrisome condition.However, the horrible bruises on the side of the torso have gradually faded in the past two days, and she hopes that her ribs can also be like this, and gradually move towards self-healing.

Stir all the messy ingredients together with all your strength, and the next job is very simple.Knead mashed potatoes into flat round cakes, and then coat with a layer of bread crumbs, so that they can be thrown into the pan for frying.

However, at this step, May suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Yiyong, do you think it is better to deep-fry or deep-fry?"

He was actually struggling with such a boring thing—but the head chef, Ms. May, didn't think it was a boring thing!

There are pros and cons to either frying or frying.Wuyue is very greedy for the crispy texture of fried food, but when she thinks of the terrible heat and billowing oily smoke, she inevitably shrinks back a bit.Frying is also good, although the taste is not as crisp as deep frying, but it is more fragrant.

But—but but but but!Frying can only be done on both sides!

What to do with the sides that cannot be fried!

Thinking of this, Wuyue became very distressed.

And this kind of distress is beyond the comprehension of Giyuu.So he gave the answer he used often.

"As you like."

"Ah... the answer 'as you wish' is the most troublesome..."

May grunted.

She already felt that this kind of matter cannot be left to Giyuu to decide.

Not even a choice between the two!

Standing by the stove and thinking hard alone for a minute, Wuyue finally chose deep frying.

In the face of deliciousness, calories are worthless.

Slide the croquettes one by one into the hot oil along the edge of the pan, and the heat from the boiling oil pan made Wuyue sweat all over.She stood far away, holding chopsticks in her hand, afraid of being burned, she only dared to pinch the end of the chopsticks, and used all her finger muscles and exquisite skills to turn the croquette.

It doesn't take too long, after a few minutes of rolling in a high-temperature oil pan, the croquettes are perfectly born.

The deep-fried croquette has an attractive golden color and can smell strong onions and meat.When poked with chopsticks, the crispy skin cracks instantly.

If you are not afraid of being scalded until your teeth hurt, then this is definitely the best time to taste it when it is just out of the pot.

Arrange the croquettes next to each other in May, so that the rising steam will not soften the skin.

Croquettes the size of half a palm filled the entire plate.Looking at the number, Yi Yong felt that it was a bit too much.

"Well... because I don't know if the anchor will come over for dinner, so I made a little more." Wuyue wiped the sweat from the forehead, her cheeks were flushed, and she smiled shyly, "If he If you don’t come to eat, then treat it as tomorrow’s breakfast. Oh, there’s nothing wrong with making more anyway.”

"I came here when I heard there was something to eat!"

The anchor quietly intersected between Yiyong and May, and Yiyong took a small step back in fright.

He was really not used to being so close to a sloppy middle-aged uncle.

Anchors can't be bothered to pay more attention to Yiyong.Looking at the croquettes on the plate, he smiled happily, and the creases in the corners of his eyes no longer showed the luster of years—but full of love for May.

"Thank you for preparing the meal for me. You really deserve to be my good niece!"

He patted Wuyue on the back so hard that she almost sprinkled too much salt in Wuyue who was cooking.

"Your uncle's role is too deep." Wuyue grumbled, and said stiffly, "And I just did it casually. I didn't do it for you..."

The anchor smiled happily, he didn't care about May's inconsistency.He just felt very happy.

By the way, it naturally squeezed into tonight's table.

He squeezed a big dollop of ketchup on top of the croquette, almost dipping the croquette into the sweet and sour sauce.

"By the way, I met your principal again in the afternoon." He said.

Wu Yue was instantly alert, and hurriedly asked him: "You didn't say anything weird to the principal, did you?"

"How is it possible!" Anchor put on a swearing expression, "Do I look like the kind of person who would talk nonsense behind my back!"

"Hmm... no... not like..."

May lowered her eyes guiltily.

Anchor, immersed in the happiness brought by the croquette, accidentally ignored her insincere words this time.He chattered about his trip to the school festival, and his rambunctious appearance was completely inconsistent with his image as an uncle.

And even after nagging for a long time, he still ate a lot, most of the plate of croquettes was snatched away and eaten by him secretly.

"Ah—comfortable and comfortable."

The anchor lying on the ground let out an exclamation of fullness.

He raised his eyes pretending to be inadvertent, and scanned his surroundings.The place is already empty.

"Have you packed everything up?" He hiccupped, "So fast?"

After drying the dishes and putting them in the cupboard, May said, "I don't like to dawdle until the last minute."

She doesn't procrastinate.

"Yes. I understand." The anchor suddenly sat up with a clear expression, "You want to go back early, right?"

"Ah."

"That's fine. See if there is anything that hasn't been fixed, and deal with it quickly." The anchor said, "I originally wanted to send you back tomorrow, but since you want to, it doesn't matter if it's earlier. Waiting for you It's all done, come here."

May folded the rag and went through all the matters in her heart.

It seemed that there was nothing left.

Putting on the uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad again, holding a heavy Japanese sword in his hand.

Suddenly that feeling came back—the heavy sense of responsibility as a member of the Demon Slayer Squad.

Looking at the two people standing in front of him, Anchor nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay. I'll take you home right now."

The anchor put his hand on her and Giyuu's shoulders.

"Close your eyes."

May exhaled.She nodded: "OK."

Close your eyes, darkness strikes.Along with that came the familiar feeling of falling.The solid ground beneath his feet seemed to have disappeared.If it weren't for the cold hand on her shoulder, she would have thought she was all alone.

When the feeling of falling disappears, they should "go home".

That dream called Heisei has finally come to an end.

……

Heisei, goodbye.