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Chef, waiting for the next instruction.

Chef Jiang shook his head helplessly, picked up the potatoes and corn, and said, "You really don't know how to cook at all."

"Yes." Chen Wenxin rubbed her hands.

"Why don't you cut the ribs first."

After finally getting the next step, he took out the ribs and put them on the chopping board, and took out a knife. He probably felt that it would be too dangerous to hold the ribs with one hand, so he held the handle of the knife with both hands. Hold it high.

"Hey!"

Following Jiang Hongchuan's exclamation, Chen Wenxin's knife landed on the cutting board accurately, without touching any meat.

"You go and prepare the dishes, I'll cut the ribs." Jiang Hongchuan took the knife in his hand, adjusted the direction of the ribs, put them back on the chopping board, groped for the approximate position of the bones, held it down with his left hand, and raised his right hand slightly It rose and fell quickly, and several ribs of uniform size were successfully separated.

Chen Wenxin looked at it for a while, and felt that this was indeed a technical job, not suitable for a culinary rookie like himself, so he picked up tools and squatted next to the trash can to peel yams.

They were going to make pork ribs and corn soup today. Chef Jiang cut up the ribs and put the rest in the refrigerator. He saw that Assistant Chen's yam was only a little thinner.

Standing behind him, Jiang Hongchuan saw that he was cutting very seriously, so he was too embarrassed to criticize, so he sighed softly, returned to his position just now, washing rice and cooking.

"Look at the water level. We have a lot of people, so the water level is about one knuckle more than a meter." Jiang Hongchuan said to Chen Wenxin who came to stare at him after finishing the yam.

Based on his expression, he reasonably deduced that Xiaoxin's grades must be excellent, and he estimated that the usual lectures in class were probably the same as now. If he had a notebook at hand, he would definitely write it down carefully.

"Okay, then you can chop the yam."

Chen Wenxin returned to the chopping board again. He recalled the video of this dish that he had searched before, thinking about how to cut the yam into small pieces.

His master has always advocated fully mobilizing one's potential, so he watched him quietly from the sidelines, and saw that although his movements were a bit clumsy and the cuts were of different sizes, they finally appeared in the shape he wanted.

Jiang Hongchuan patted him on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, soaked the vermicelli that he would use in a while into warm water, went to the trash can to peel the potatoes, after all, there are not many potatoes to buy, according to the small The apprentice's cutting method can't make a dish.

"Hiss—" Chen Wenxin let out a slight gasp.

"What's wrong? Was it scratched by a knife?"

"It's all right." Chen Wenxin squeezed the thumb and middle finger of his left hand tightly, and the bright red blood was still oozing out. He reached into the sink to wash away the redness, and continued to press.

"Hurry up and get disinfected. You'd better stop learning to cook, I'll cook today." Jiang Hongchuan looked at his forbearance, feeling a little distressed, and said.

"No, I have to learn." Chen Wenxin felt that the pressure had worked, and was eager to continue the work of chopping vegetables just now.

Jiang Hongchuan asked himself that his mental quality was very good.In the previous relationship, he gave the other party plenty of freedom, and basically would not be jealous of anyone. Just now, when the little roommate told him that he wanted to learn to cook from him and cooked it for Zhao Peiwen, he was all smiles, happy Accepted his request.

Because he has always been full of rational thinking that for things like feelings, just let it go and do your part well. In the end, other people outside will not be the decisive factor in the outcome of the two. He has always been so confident. with.

But at this moment, seeing Chen Wenxin's blood continued to persist, his chest was suddenly filled with a sour feeling, and he even seemed a little angry.

"It has to be dealt with."

"It's okay, and it's not serious." Chen Wenxin looked at the person across from him and raised his face seriously, and then he looked down at his finger, it was only such a small hole, and it would definitely heal after pressing it for a while.

Jiang Hongchuan knew that it was impossible for him to take the initiative to deal with it, so he walked over and grabbed his wrist.

"No, it's nothing." Chen Wenxin tried hard to stay where he was, but he still lost to his opponent despite being thin, and was hijacked by his opponent to the living room.

He knew that the other party was concerned about him, but he unconsciously raised his voice: "It's just such a small wound, why do you have to deal with it?"

Jiang Hongchuan took out the medicine box from under the shelf. Hearing his tone of voice that he had never seen before, he felt even more angry. His sharp eyes swept over him. Chen Wenxin stopped talking and stood in the middle of the living room with his neck stuck.

"Come and sit." Jiang Hongchuan pulled Chen Wenxin aside again, opened the medicine box, and took out povidone iodine and cotton swabs.

Both of them kept straight faces and remained silent.

Despite this, Jiang Hongchuan's hand movements were still very gentle. He poured iodophor into the bottle cap, dipped some more with a cotton swab, held the wounded's forearm, and gently wiped the blood that had just oozes.

Boys are more lively and active, and they are always easy to get hurt. Although Chen Wenxin is not naughty, he will always make a cut at any time.

Since grandma passed away, he seems to have gotten used to pressing a wound for a while, or simply leaving it alone, completely forgetting that the wound needs to be cleaned and bandaged.

He looked at Jiang Hongchuan's cautious appearance for fear of hurting him at this moment, finally relaxed his stiff neck, and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Forget it, you don't cherish yourself too much." Just now, Jiang Hongchuan believed so much that he could take good care of himself, which made him almost miss the best disinfection time.

His fingers were no longer bleeding, and he saw that he took out another cotton swab and continued to dip it in iodophor for a second disinfection. The anger that had just been dominated had completely disappeared, and the little emotion in his heart began to prevail, and he took the initiative to talk: "Hey , have you heard that rustic love story?"

"Even if you also cut a hole, we will be married." Seeing that the other party didn't answer, he continued on his own.

Even though he knew that he said this sentence purely as a joke, most of the sourness in Jiang Hongchuan's heart dissipated, and his rationality regained the high ground, saying, "I don't want to cut myself, I'm afraid of pain."

"I'm back!" Zhang Ling returned home first, and met Chen Wenxin who just looked up.

She carried her bag and walked behind him: "What's the matter, did you cut it?"

Jiang Hongchuan took out a band-aid from the medicine box, and placed the gauze on Chen Wenxin's wound accurately: "Yes, some people can't tell the difference between fingers and yam."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I can't look at it, my fingers hurt." Xiao Lingjiao frowned, shook her head, looking as if the pain was actually her, and turned around to go upstairs.

"Little water chestnut, let's cook together later!" Chen Wenxin felt guilty for taking over other people's CP, so he wanted to invite her to join him.

"Forget it, the kitchen is not suitable for me." Zhang Ling said while speeding up the steps upstairs, as if he would be caught as a young man if he was a second slower, and he never appeared in the sight of the two of them.

Back in the kitchen again, Jiang Hongchuan took over the arduous task of cutting vegetables. Anyway, knife skills can't be mastered in a day, and there is no need for him to cut vegetables today.

Chef Jiang quickly cut up the unfinished yam, chopped two corns, washed it again, and threw it into the casserole together with sliced ​​ginger, scallions, and red dates and wolfberries.

"You put some cold water in the frying pan and turn on the fire." Jiang Hongchuan put one hand on his hip and the other on the table.

Chen Wenxin held the pot, connected the water, and turned on the gas stove.

"The fire is too big, turn the fire to medium and low, remove the ribs, and wait until the color changes, then you can fish them out."

In the kitchen, Chef Jiang has the absolute right to speak, and he is completely willing to follow his instructions and obey them obediently.

"This step is mainly to remove the blood, and it can be used for making chicken wings in the future." While teaching, Chef Jiang cut the potatoes into slices and spread them on the lower layer of the steamer.

Chen Wenxin kept staring at the ribs, and felt that they were almost done, so he turned off the heat and took them out, put them into the prepared casserole, added seasonings and water, and simmered over low heat.

Jiang Hongchuan broke off the lettuce leaf by leaf, and said to the little apprentice, "Go and bring an apron, because oil may splash in a while."

Chen Wenxin said "um", and went to the refrigerator to get an apron. Just now, when Master was washing vegetables, his white shirt was also hit by the spit water from the soaked clams. .

Jiang Hongchuan had water in his hands, watched him bring the apron, and stretched his head over it naturally.

Xiaoxin put the apron on his head, stood behind him, and helped him tie the belt.

Somebody put the tie of this apron in the front pocket, and Chen Wenxin couldn't see what was going on in front of him, so he could only use his hands to grope in front, but he couldn't find it with his right hand, so he had to stretch out his left hand to embrace it from behind. After holding Jiang Hongchuan, he finally found the belt that had been playing hide-and-seek with him and tied it behind his back.

He didn't get Jiang Hongchuan's next arrangement, so he stood by and watched him clean the vegetables.

Just after the disinfection, the slightly tense atmosphere between the two has completely faded away, and he even felt that after this incident, the relationship with him seemed to have become better, so he joked: "Brother Hongchuan, you have good abs .”

"Cough, cough, cough..." Jiang Hongchuan choked on his saliva. He was just concentrating on washing the vegetables, but Xiaoxin was always distracting him by touching him.

According to his personality, I wanted to make a sound to tease him, to see his blushing and other excitement, but I was afraid that the better atmosphere would be affected, so I endured it for a long time without making a sound, but I didn't expect that I was caught Xiao Xin teased her.

He was like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank. He grinned and patted his back thoughtfully with his right hand, very proud.

"What are you laughing at?