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The two sat in the living room watching TV and chatting.

No one touched the snake-skin fruit on the table anymore. Although some people liked it, it obviously didn't suit their taste.

"Lin Cheng, didn't you agree to show me your girlfriend? Why are you here alone?"

"She has to go to work today and can't come."

"I really want to see your girlfriend. Is she pretty?"

"Of course, you have to trust my vision."

"Am I as beautiful as I am?"

Lin Cheng thought for a while: "If I tell the truth, I might hurt you."

"Then you can lie."

Lin Cheng stopped talking.

There happened to be a music stage program playing on the TV, and Park Ji-yeon asked again: "By the way! I asked you last time which song of mine is your favorite but you still didn't answer. You said you wanted to listen to all my songs." "

Lin Cheng didn't respond.

"Lin Cheng! Sister, please listen carefully to what you say." Pu Zhiyan raised her voice dissatisfied.

Lin Cheng came to his senses, "Sorry, I'm still thinking about how to answer your last question so as not to hurt you."

Park Ji-yeon: "... Damn it! You've already hurt me."

Lin Cheng: "I apologize."

"Is this your attitude towards apologizing? It's not sincere."

"Then what do you think we should do?"

Park Zhiyan thought for a while: "We won't order takeout for lunch, you will do it."

"you sure?"

Lin Cheng's eyes were a little strange and a little eager to try.

"Yeah~~~I'm sure."

For some reason, Park Ji-yeon felt something was wrong.

Lin Cheng was very generous, "I just happened to watch a lot of cooking videos on Station B recently. I will show you my skills later and let you try authentic Sichuan cuisine."

"Okay, I like Chinese food very much."

Park Ji-yeon didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, so she happily continued the topic: "Then which song of mine do you like best?"

“A minute and a second is good.”

"Didn't you say you prefer ballads?"

Lin Cheng is very real, "Isn't every minute and second quite lyrical?"

"Then do you want me to sing a piece for you?"

"It would be better if I could dance a bit."

"Don't even think about it! Just singing, no dancing."

"Ji Yeon."

"Um?"

"Actually, my eyes and ears have different preferences, you know, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm~~~ My favorite thing to watch is "One Minute and One Second", but my favorite thing to listen to is "Tiamo". If you don't want to dance, you can still sing "Tiamo", although this song is not your solo song. song."

"hehe!"

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After chatting for a while, it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning. The two of them put on masks and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of materials.

Lin Cheng was in high spirits all the way back. After eating for so long, he really wanted to find a chance to cook an authentic Sichuan meal for his girlfriend. Unfortunately, there was no chance to practice it. Every time he approached the kitchen, he was kicked away by Han Shuyan. .

This time, Park Ji-yeon finally took the initiative to be the guinea pig, so Lin Cheng was naturally ready to show off her skills.

Although he has little practical experience, Brother Cheng is also a qualified cloud chef at Station B.

Entering the kitchen, Lin Cheng showed off his chef style and began to give instructions: "Steam the dry rice and pay attention to the ratio of water to rice. Only with a precise ratio can you cook perfect rice with moderate hardness and softness."

As a cooking enthusiast, steamed rice comes naturally to Park Ji-yeon.

After washing the rice and pouring it into the rice cooker, Pu Zhiyan stood by and watched Lin Cheng cook.

The first dish Lin Cheng is going to cook is the classic twice-cooked pork with green pepper.

This dish goes well with rice. In Lin Cheng’s opinion, twice-cooked pork is even better than the so-called ‘rice thief’ crab with soy sauce.

After cleaning the ingredients, Lin Cheng cut the green peppers into shreds meticulously.

Although the movement is not fast, the cutting is quite neat.

However, I encountered difficulties when cutting the meat.

Lin Cheng couldn't control the thickness of the greasy pork belly.

If he didn't pay attention, he cut it thicker and thicker. Lin Cheng got more and more angry as he cut it, and then he became more and more perfunctory, until he saw it was cut into lumps.

Park Zhiyan watched with fear as the pork belly in Lin Cheng's hand kept sliding, fearing that he would cut his hand.

After watching it for a while, Pu Zhiyan asked tentatively: "Lin Cheng, should this meat be cooked before cutting it? That would make it much easier to cut. Can't your Sichuan cuisine be cooked first?"

Lin Cheng turned to look at her.

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Park Zhiyan was puzzled by his look, "What's wrong?"

Lin Cheng said harshly, "If you don't understand, don't interrupt. Our Sichuan cuisine is like this. You, a Korean, shouldn't point fingers."

"oh."

Pu Zhiyan curled her lips, a little aggrieved, and stopped talking.

"Ah~~~"

At this time, Lin Cheng suddenly screamed, dropped the knife and squatted down while covering the fingers of his left hand.

Park Zhiyan was startled, "Where is it? Is it cut on my hand? Check it out quickly. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Do you need to go to the hospital for this condition? Please help me take a look."

Lin Cheng raised his hand with a sad face, then quickly took away his right hand, revealing his intact left hand.

"Haha! I'm fine! Are you fooled?"

"Ah! Lin Cheng, are you so funny?"

Park Zhiyan angrily slapped Lin Cheng's left hand away, "Don't joke in the kitchen, hurry up and cook."

"Okay, okay, I won't play anymore."

Continuing to work, Lin Cheng perfunctorily cut up all the remaining pork belly.

Well~~~Although the shape is not perfect, it is not a big problem.

Lin Cheng confidently said to Pu Zhiyan: "OK! The preparations are completed. Next, take a good look at it and study it seriously. Your cooking skills will improve by leaps and bounds."

Park Ji-yeon looked at it carefully.

Light the fire and pour the oil.

Hmm~~~What should we do next?

correct! Stir-fry ginger, garlic, Sichuan peppercorns, and chili until fragrant.

Lin Cheng poured the Sichuan peppercorns into the oil pan first, then turned around and put the sliced ​​ginger in as well.

As soon as he picked up the ginger slices and turned around, Lin Cheng felt something was wrong.

Huh? Why did the peppercorns turn yellow all of a sudden?

Isn't it stir-fry? It shouldn't be.

Why! It's dark again!

This is going to be confusing!

"Lin Cheng! I'm confused!"

Pu Zhiyan also saw that something was wrong and was worried beside her.

She was anxious, but Lin Cheng was no longer anxious. He glanced at Pu Zhiyan calmly, "Don't panic! Everything is under my control. This is what our Sichuan cuisine is like."

Although he said he was calm, Lin Cheng was actually quite panicked.

He didn't know whether he should shovel out the burnt peppercorns first. After hesitating for two seconds, Lin Cheng simply threw in the ginger slices and other ingredients.

As long as I'm fast enough, the batter can't catch up with me.

You can see that the ginger and garlic quickly dehydrated and changed color after being removed from the pot, and a strong garlic aroma wafted out along with the spiciness.

"Do you smell this? The aroma of chili and Sichuan peppercorns is the essence of our Sichuan cuisine."

Lin Cheng said something to Pu Zhiyan, and then picked up the meat slices in the bowl.

"Zhiyeon."

"Um?"

Seeing Lin Cheng's solemn expression, Park Zhiyan was puzzled.

"Stand far away, be careful of oil splashing on you."

Hearing this, Park Zhiyan quickly jumped to the kitchen door in two steps, looking cautious.

Holding the bowl, Lin Cheng swallowed and slowly tilted the mouth of the bowl.

As a result, before the meat was poured out, the water accumulated at the bottom of the bowl entered the oil pan first.

呲~~~~

The hot oil came into contact with the cold water, and the oil droplets splashed violently, causing direct damage to the back of Lin Cheng's hand.

"Oh! Fuck me!"

Lin Cheng shook his hand and threw the meat and bowl into the pot.

Before it was over, the oil pan exploded, and a drop of oil suddenly splashed onto Lin Cheng's cheek.

"Assi!"