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When he returned to the dormitory and started cooking, He Ningzhou realized that even though they had bought so many things, they were still far behind. First of all, there were no basins, and the bowls were too small, so they didn't use them for washing vegetables. As for the utensils for washing meat, it was Shen Xinghe who thought that he could use the "steaming rack" in the rice cooker for a while. 
Afterwards, He Ningzhou washed the rice again and started to steam the rice. Afterwards, the two of them took the washed vegetables and started to process them.

He Ningzhou was in charge of cutting the meat, while Shen Xinghe was in charge of handling the cabbage and rapeseed.

The young master's job is relatively simple, just to break off the vegetable leaves one by one. While doing it, he looked at the cutting board and found that the man's knife skills are really... Not very good.

In other words, this can't be described as how bad it is. He Ningzhou's so-called "cutting meat" is nothing more than cutting off pieces of meat, no matter what size or thickness, it is definitely something that anyone can do.

The meat they bought was not too big, and after cutting it soon, He Ningzhou washed his knife and started cutting cabbage. Alright, where are you going to put it?"

He Ningzhou paused, "What?"

"Where should we put the rice after it's steamed?" The young master said looking straight into his eyes.

Their original plan was to steam the rice first, put it aside to dry, and then cook. The problem now is that they don’t know where to put the rice, so the steaming rack is no longer suitable. 
Beads of sweat dripped from He Ningzhou's forehead. It seemed that they still thought about "cooking" too simply, and lost everything. It was indeed the work of two careless people who had never cooked before. ...

"Then what should I do," he put down the knife, "how about I go out and buy it now?"

"No need," the young master stood up, "You're busy, I'll go buy it."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

After Shen Xinghe bought something back, the person said to him: "Thanks for your hard work, let's rest for a while, there should be 10 minutes left."

He Ningzhou was already sitting at the desk at this time, writing something, compared to his "indifferent to fame and fortune", Miss Shen moved her chair to the rice cooker, just waiting It cooks well.

After 10 minutes, the coveted "pop" finally sounded in the dormitory, Shen Xinghe jumped up instantly, and wanted to rush over to open the lid, but He Ningzhou hurriedly stopped him, "Let's simmer for a while, it will taste better of."

Shen Xinghe had no choice but to sit back, the room had already wafted a strong smell of rice, making his stomach gurgle non-stop.After waiting for another 2 minutes with difficulty, the person finally came over and opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of hot air mixed with fragrance rushed towards his face, and then the white rice came into view, and He Ningzhou felt an indescribable feeling in his heart A sense of joy, this is the first pot of rice he made with his own hands.

"How is it? Can I eat it?" Shen Xinghe rushed over excitedly again, but He Ningzhou put the lid back on purpose, and said to him with a smile: "What are you in a hurry for? Let's eat together when the food is ready." .”

"..." Shen Xinghe gritted his teeth and backed away.

He Ningzhou looked at the pot of rice that was perfect in his eyes, and never admitted that he was not willing to destroy it at all.

After admiring it for a while, he took a few more photos, and He Ningzhou just served the rice. The young master is quite good at handling things. He bought three pots and came back, and he happened to be able to use one of them as a lid.

Afterwards, he washed the pot, added another half pot of water, put all the cut meat into it, and added a little salt. This time he pressed "soup".

Shen Xinghe looked at the remaining dishes, and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you cook them all together?"

"Because they are cooked at different times, my mother told me," said He Ningzhou, "they will rot if cooked together."

Miss Shen nodded.

When the time was set, He Ningzhou added more vegetables and other ingredients, and cooked for another ten minutes. He opened the lid of the pot, picked up a piece of rapeseed and looked at it. The color was bright and the texture was soft, just like it was after cooking. .

"Can I eat this time?" Shen Xinghe got off the chair and squatted in front of the pot, gold stars appeared in his eyes.

"Let's eat." He Ningzhou smiled, and took the bowls from the two of them to fill the rice.

As soon as the bowl was finished, I heard the young master's sigh of emotion from behind: "My God..."

"What's wrong?" He Ningzhou put down the bowl and returned to him, only to see the young master covering his mouth with his hands, his expression seemed to be enduring pain.

"Could you be burning hot?" He Ningzhou smiled and brought over a glass of water.

The young master brought it over and took a sip, then took a breath and motioned to the pot of food: "Taste it yourself."

He Ningzhou looked puzzled, took some cabbage with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, chewing carefully...

...This taste, how should I describe it...

It's not bland, and of course I can't say how delicious it is. It feels... like the kind of cabbage boiled in white water, a little oil, and a little salt.

"Uh," he looked at the young master with some embarrassment, "what should I do, do you want to add more salt?"

"You don't just need to put salt here," the young master said with a bitter face, "Why do I think you need to put a lot of things?"

Shen Xinghe seldom ate stewed dishes, but he felt that this pot was different from everything he had eaten before. If he had to compare... By the way, other dishes are like colorful pictures, and this one The pot is just a single color.

He Ningzhou scratched his head, he was really not good at seasoning, he didn't know what to put in and didn't dare to put more, just added some salt and monosodium glutamate, now...

"Why don't you eat it, let's go out and eat something else?" He had to endure the pain and say this.

"That's no need, let's make do with it, anyway, it's the first meal we cook in the dormitory."

As Miss Shen said, she took another piece of meat and tasted it. Well, although it was a bit tender, it should be cooked, but it was also tasteless.
Can't help but look at the ceiling, tossing and tossing for so long but eating these really makes him feel like going to the cafeteria and ordering takeaway... 
"Come, let's have some food." He Ningzhou said and handed over a bowl of rice.

Shen Xinghe took a bite, and before chewing twice, he frowned again and covered his mouth, "Oh my God..."

"What's the matter?" He Ningzhou hurriedly poured some rice from his own bowl into his mouth, but within two seconds he had the urge to spit it out, "Oh my God..."

He put down the bowl and took a sip of water, and stroked his chest. The mouthful of rice he just ate was as hard as a rock, and he struggled to chew it. It was definitely the worst meal he had ever eaten in his life.

He Ningzhou looked at his two "masterpieces", which he was proud of with confidence, and took several photos as souvenirs, but now he really hoped that they would disappear from his sight forever.

"Forget it, don't eat it, just throw it away." He said to the person angrily.

Shen Xinghe, apart from his uncontrollable expression at the beginning, enjoyed the next few mouthfuls, swallowed the food in his mouth and replied: "No, just eat these, anyway, it's our hard work Yes, I don't think it's that bad."

This is not wrong, as for the rice, if it is harder, it can strengthen the teeth. As for the dishes, if the taste is thrown away, it is not bad in terms of the texture of the vegetables and the meat itself.

He Ningzhou sighed lightly, and picked up his job again, with the belief that he must finish the first meal he cooked himself, and he really didn't think it was so unbearable.

You and I chopsticks together, the dishes in the pot slowly bottomed out, and when He Ningzhou put the last bit of rice into his mouth, he leaned on the back of the chair and let out a sigh of relief.After finally getting all the food, he felt that he had been reborn.

The young master opposite also put down his bowl, and drank some soup with great interest.

"Ah, I'm full." Shen Xinghe took a tissue to wipe his mouth, and passed one to the person by the way.

He Ningzhou took it over, and smiled softly, "I've decided, I'll go online tonight to find out if there are any masters who can teach you how to cook with an electric rice cooker, I must do it once!"

He is a person who has not suffered much setbacks since he was a child, and naturally he will not give up easily. Of course, there is another most important reason, he hopes to cook a delicious meal for the person in front of him, because he trusts himself With the birth of today's meal, it was also under his encouragement that the trash can did not become their final destination.

"Okay, go ahead." The young master came over and patted him on the shoulder.

The two of them rested for a while and started tidying up their things. After taking the bowls and chopsticks to the bathroom, He Ningzhou suddenly thought: "Oh my God, we didn't buy dishwashing liquid!"

"..." Miss Shen, who had already poured out the pot of soup, froze there, the corners of her mouth twitching.

"I'll go buy it!" He Ningzhou put down his things and ran out quickly.
It's not too late now, it's only five o'clock, and the sun is still running vigorously to the top of the mountain in the west.He Ningzhou was walking on the campus path, recalling the various scenes in the dormitory before, he really couldn't help but want to laugh.

He had the worst dinner in his life, but it was also the one that impressed him the most in a long time, and he probably won't forget it for many years.

The phone rang, and it was from my mother. My mother really called every day, rain or shine.

The two chatted as usual, nothing more than talking about the situation of this day, He Ningzhou told his mother about the previous "tragic experience", it was obvious that his mother was quite speechless, and wanted to encourage his son's "tragic experience" It is really stupid to want to blame him for the spirit of "practice".

"If you want to cook, you can call your mother first. Mom can teach you how to cook. Now look, Xiaoan didn't eat it. How bad it is."