Campus Seeking "Student" Notes

"Little stove, let's forget about it." Cheng Cheng was wearing the Bugs Bunny apron Lin Lu bought, a chef's hat on his head, and a kitchen knife gleaming with sharp light. The carrots on the chopping board in front of him were not just described as irregular, many of them were even not lumpy, and turned into... sauce.

"Forget it, it's just the beginning, you're about to give up?" Lin Lu was studying with the recipe.

"But how am I supposed to be a chef?" Cheng Sheng looked at it while holding a kitchen knife, "It's the first time I hold a kitchen knife."

"There's a first time for everything." Lin Lu walked to Cheng Cheng's side, looked at the diced carrots he had cut, "It's also the first time I've seen diced carrots look like this."

Cheng Sheng raised his brows, "I said I won't do it anymore, are you here to laugh at me on purpose?"

"I'm just talking." Lin Lu put down the recipe, then took the washed potatoes and put them aside, "Cut the carrots and cut the potatoes, this time it's potato cubes."

"Let me cut them all?" Cheng Cheng frowned even tighter.

"Yeah, cooking skills start with knife skills, hurry up, or it will take a whole morning to cut, so why not starve to death?

There is also fish, meat, etc., which have not been processed. "

Cheng Cheng clenched the knife tightly and looked at Lin Lu, "I've already cut that small stove, what are you doing?"

"Don't I have to study the recipe first?" Lin Lu shook the recipe in his hand, "The first dish is ground delicacies, I'm going to add some mushrooms, you will slice the mushrooms later, remember to slice them Not diced or diced."

"It's so troublesome..." Cheng Sheng continued to cut carrots reluctantly.

Lin Lu looked at Cheng Cheng's expression, although he was very helpless, he did not complain or displeased, and Cheng Cheng was quite cooperative.

After about an hour and a half, what should be washed and cut, the only thing left is... a crucian carp.

"Xiaoluzi, you don't want me to kill the fish, do you?" Cheng Cheng stared at the fish with bitter hatred.

"Even if I want you to kill me, I'm afraid you can't let it leave a 'whole body'." Lin Lu put on the apron, put on the gloves, and then picked up the knife bought for killing fish, "Get out of the way, I Come."

"You can kill fish?" Cheng Cheng felt incredible.

"Of course, I just watch my mother kill it." Lin Lu skillfully began to cut the fish.

Cheng Cheng watched from the side, "Little Stove, wouldn't you save a lot of trouble if you do it yourself? Why do you want me to do it?"

"I said it to train you." Lin Lu said, "However, it's true that I don't know how to cook. My mother never let me help me at home. The only fried rice I can cook is her and my boss. Dad taught me to do it because he was afraid that I would starve to death alone at home..."

"Then what do you say we have bought so many vegetables?"

"Of course I bought it to cook and eat."

"But neither of them know how to cook..."

"So we need to study, let's study the recipes together, maybe we can really make a table of dishes." Lin Lu's mouth was shining with confidence.

"Could it be done?" Cheng Cheng sighed, "I said that even if you make a table full of dishes... you might not be able to eat it, right?"

"Don't you have no confidence in me, uh, in us, Cheng Cheng, I believe, we will do it." Lin Lu said while grabbing Cheng Sheng's sleeve.

Cheng Cheng lowered his head, watched Lin Lu grab his hand, and then frowned, "I remember that your hand seems to have just caught a fish, right?"

Lin Lu immediately withdrew his hand, and Cheng Sheng looked down to see the suspicious black sticky substance and black line on his sleeve...

"Okay, don't worry about your cleanliness in the kitchen, bear with it, there are still many things to do." Lin Lu didn't show any apology on his face.

Cheng Sheng sighed helplessly again. "Got it, what do you want me to do next?"

"Start the fire for me, and pour the peanut oil in."

Cheng Cheng went to start the fire, picked up the bottle of peanut oil and hesitated, "Small stove, how much oil do you want to pour?"

"The recipe says three tablespoons of oil."

Lin Lu washed the fish and put the fish aside to dry, then walked over to have a look.

"Hey, Cheng Cheng, didn't I ask you to put three spoonfuls of oil?" Then where is three spoonfuls?Thirty scoops, right?

"It's three spoons." Cheng Cheng shook the big spoon in his hand.

Lin Lu rolled his eyes, picked up the small spoon, "I mean this small spoon."

Cheng Cheng scratched his hair, "It's okay, right? At worst, eat more oil."

"Forget it," Lin Lu brought over the chicken wings, "Use it to fry the chicken wings."

"Fried chicken wings? Okay." Cheng Sheng picked up a chicken wing and threw it into the hot oil.

With a sound of "stab", a few drops of hot oil splashed out, and Cheng Cheng's hand was scalded before he could retract it.

"Damn!" Cheng Cheng cursed in a low voice.

"Did you get burned?" Lin Lu grabbed Cheng Cheng's hand nervously and looked at it, "Come here, quickly rinse with cold water..."

Cheng Sheng was dragged by Lin Lu to flush cold water, but in fact, he only splashed a few drops of hot oil, and he was fine after being flushed with cold water. Besides, Cheng Sheng had suffered a lot, how could he be pampered under his commanding father? , Cheng Cheng looked at Lin Lu worried and nervous, and felt warm in his heart.

"Does it hurt?" Lin Lu asked.

"It hurts..." Of course it's fake, isn't this just to gain Lin Lu's sympathy?

"Okay, then go to the living room first, leave it to me."

Lin Lu did it out of concern, but Cheng Sheng was quite unhappy with this feeling of being protected.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt anymore, little stove, I think fried chicken wings are pretty good." Cheng Sheng said righteously.

"But your hand..."

"Where will it go smoothly the first time? I have experience now, just be careful later."

"you sure?"

"Of course." Cheng Cheng replied confidently, so even if his hands were burned several times, he could only grit his teeth and endure in silence.

"Well, although the chicken wings are a little burnt, some seem to be fried to the bone, and some... seem to be undercooked..." Lin Lu poked the chicken wings with chopsticks while commenting, "But for the first time, it's not bad. It's..."

"Let's taste it first." Cheng Sheng urged.

Lin Lu picked up a piece of chicken wing and took a bite, exclaiming, "Ah, we forgot to coat it with spices just now! This one has no taste..."

Cheng Sheng took a bite of Lin Lu's chopsticks, "It's a bit burnt, it's okay, just dip it in sauce when you can eat it, didn't we buy hot and sour sauce and sweet sauce?"

"Okay, that's the only way to go." Lin Lu wrapped the fried chicken wings in plastic wrap, covered them with a lid and put them aside.

"What's the next dish?" Cheng Cheng looked like a master holding the spatula, but of course it was just a style...

"Sour sliced ​​meat." Lin Lu brought over the plate containing "sliced ​​meat" (actually, pureed meat).

"Why do you still need to coat it with powder?" Cheng Sheng asked strangely.

"This is cornstarch. My mother always cooks fried pork slices this way. Although the recipe doesn't mention it, I still trust my mother." Lin Lu handed the plate to him, "Chef Cheng, you can start now. If you don’t understand anything, I’ll read the recipe to you.”

"OK."

When the kitchen was full of noise, Cheng Cheng's cell phone rang, and Cheng Cheng motioned Lin Lu to pick it up.

"Hello?" Lin Lu knew it was Xiangyuan and the others without looking at the call.

"Little Stove, sure enough you've been stuck together since you came back." Xiang Yuan said with a smile.

"What's so good about it? Just say it, what are you doing on the phone?" Seeing that Cheng Sheng was almost done frying, Lin Lu handed him the empty plate.

"Actually, we know that you have come back from Hainan, Xiaoluzi, and we want to invite you out for a casual meal." Xiang Yuan heard a strange voice on the other end of the phone, "Xiaoluzi, over there... what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I'm just cooking." Lin Lu disagreed.

"Cooking?!" Xiangyuan's voice raised a few degrees.

"Yeah, what's so strange? If you can eat vegetables, you also need to know how to cook them. Young Master Xiang, you also need to learn some life skills, okay?"

"Xiaostove, so are you calling me while cooking with a spatula?" Xiang Yuan heard the sound of cooking over there.

"Of course not." Lin Lu said honestly, "I was on the phone with you, but I wasn't cooking?"

"Then how did I hear... No, no way?" Xiang Yuan's glasses almost fell off, "Yes, it's Young Master Cheng..."

"That's right, Cheng Sheng is cooking, what's so strange?"

"No, it's not surprising." Xiangyuan heard something overturned, "Xiaostove, that's okay, I'll hang up first."

"Oh."

Cheng Cheng pretended that he didn't hear the fact that Lin Lu was telling Xiang Yuan that he was cooking.

Now, her image as a young master is... ruined.

Xiang Yuan's mentality: Young Master Cheng, your image has been ruined not long after the small stove appeared, right?