My Girlfriend is More Than Beautiful

When I woke up, I went out to buy things. I worked hard in the kitchen before.

To be fair, the amount of exercise today has seriously exceeded the standard.

Under the circumstance that the amount of exercise is seriously exceeded, the food supply has not yet been obtained, so... Hungry!

But in one day, Li Ziqian and Mo Nanbei scored twice and realized what it means to feel hungry.

Also really outrageous.

Modern society, OK?

Two able-bodied humans with arms and legs, OK?

this……

"Let's order KFC."

Just when Li Ziqian was speechless at this fact, he heard Mo Nanbei suddenly say.

"Huh?? Okay."

The delivery was quicker.

So without thinking about it, Li Ziqian picked up the phone and chose the stuttering food for himself, and then threw the phone to Mo Nanbei to let her choose the food she liked.

"I said, why do you suddenly want to eat KFC chicken today?"

Li Ziqian was a little confused.

Isn't this person usually a McDonald's party?

Why are you... so sensible today?

"I'm hungry." Mo Nanbei replied succinctly.

"Oh sauce."

Because I was hungry, I just put it to rot, right?

Therefore, one more item has been added to the useless Mo Nanbei's rotten notes.

"So, are we really not going to sleep today?" Mo Nanbei, who was frantically consuming French fries like a hamster eating nuts, asked Li Ziqian.

She felt that she had to plan a little, this evening and early morning.

After all, sleepy will definitely be sleepy, but it is better not to sleep if you sleep at this time.

In her knowledge and personal experience, getting up after only an hour of sleep when tired has a great chance of making her more miserable.

"Come on, you will definitely not be able to sleep."

Li Ziqian also had the same idea as Mo Nanbei.

The main reason is that today's unconscious nap was really hurting. It was really scary to have a breakdown of the biological clock the night before school.

After playing a few games, they finally got stuck and finished writing today's life-and-death sketch. Li Ziqian and Mo Nanbei went to the kitchen to continue their "to-be-continued" pig's foot rice.

It can only be said that the two of them had to listen to the planning of the video and decided to practice it themselves.

The two who have not eaten the finished product yet but have been tired of tossing are full of regrets.

All in all, very regretful.

Start by making gravy first.

Take out a small pot, pour in about two-thirds full of corn oil, add half a garlic slice, and a quarter of a shredded onion, and fry on a low heat until the ingredients are dry.

Then remove the dry ingredients and put them in a gauze bag for later use, and discard the cooking oil.

"What's the next step?" Li Ziqian asked Mo Nanbei.

It has always been Mo Nanbei who was looking at the recipe, while he helped Mo Nanbei operate.

The last step of cooking is about to proceed, and Li Ziqian's interest is still relatively strong.

"I'll take a look." Mo Nanbei turned on his phone and read to the recipe,

"Take the boiled stock, add 800g of extremely fresh soy sauce, 200g of sweet soy sauce, 2 tablespoons of maltose, 4 tablespoons of brine, and dry spice packets."

Li Ziqian: ...?

Not to mention how to measure this gram-accurate liquid, what is this spice dry packet? Is this the reason why Mo Nanbei plunged into the spice area and came back?

Then, listening to Mo Nanbei chanting scriptures, he replied,

"2 star anise, 1 cinnamon bark, 3 grams of red pepper, 5 grams of licorice, 2 grams of grass fruit, 8 grams of dried tangerine peel, 5 grams of Sannai, 15 grams of galangal, 2 grams of angelica."

"It's not...this..." Li Ziqian was at a loss for words for a while.

"Yeah." Mo Nanbei nodded, she fully understood what Li Ziqian was thinking.

Crash!

It takes life!

Just one or two, there are so many, and they are so accurate to the gram! Who knows how many red peppercorns are in three grams!

Forget it, it's even more outrageous to be accurate to the grain.

After complaining for a while with resentment, Mo Nanbei said to Li Ziqian,

"Wait for me to get a scale upstairs."

"Is there such a name?"

"Yes, I needed it when I was making desserts, so I bought it." Mo Nanbei responded reluctantly.

"Okay, then go get it."

Li Ziqian waved his hand, so Mo Nanbei hurried up, and he went to handle the rest of the ingredients.

As for how many grams of liquid it is, it is not bad to say, after all, ml=g, which was also proved in junior high school physics class.

Spice dry pack or something...

Wait for Mo Nanbei to come back and have a headache.

It didn't take long for Mo Nanbei to bring her scale down from upstairs.

While arranging the required ingredients on the cooking table, Mo Nanbei complained,

"I'll tell you that sometimes I can't tell the difference between cooking and doing chemical experiments!!!"

The more she talked, the more angry she became. After incompetently throwing a few packets of spices to vent her anger, she continued,

"How can I know how many grams are how many grams I am so good at weighing!!"

"Ahhh!!! Can you die!"

After stunned and resentful for a while, she took out the contents of the spice bag in her hand and put it on the scale, adding it bit by bit, watching the number on the electronic scale gradually become 3, her mood gradually gradually changed. stabilized.

"However, spit is spit, after all, the recipe must be clearly written, which is much better than 'appropriate amount'.

Gee, irritable. "

Li Ziqian:  …

He could see that Mo Nanbei was just complaining about resentment.

But what made him a little subtle was that Mo Nanbei was so cruel that he even scolded himself.

I still can't learn this.

After the spice packets are processed, boil the stock after the stuffing, and cook on high heat for 20 minutes.

The purpose of the recipe is to allow the spice flavor to penetrate completely.

After two big fights, the two of them went back to the kitchen, put the pig's trotters that had been blanched long ago into the pot, boiled for 30 minutes on high heat, and then simmered for two and a half hours on low heat.

"I tell you, before I made it, I really thought I could eat it at night."

Sitting in front of the computer desk, looking at his zero-word orange melon document, Mo Nanbei said with no love.

Li Ziqian:  …

"It's just hurting you, you bastard!"

To be honest, when he regretted it, it was too late.

On this pirate ship, he couldn't make this dish so badly!

I bought all the ingredients, blanched the hoof, and even boiled the broth. Can I give up? Is this a point to give up?

Up to now, I can only eat some meat rolls, eggs, and quail eggs from a few mouthfuls of soup in the pot while coding.

Boil for five minutes on high heat, then turn off the heat and soak for two hours.

The **** turn off the fire and soak it for two hours...

Both of them felt that they must be dead when they came back from school today, because they couldn't afford leave this month, so they felt that they had to write the update in the middle of the night today, or they would face a month of hard work in vain. 's fate.

so……

In the middle of the night, it was a rare day of diligent coding.

Finally, it is dawn.

Their pork feet rice is finally ready.

Take out a pig's trotter, take a little soup and heat it in a pot. After heating, take out the bones and chop them into large pieces.

Li Ziqian and Mo Nanbei couldn't help drooling because of the fat and tender touch of the meat on the cutting board.

At this moment, they have a kind of 'hard work all night, it's worth it! ' idea.

Without even waiting for the rest of the meat to be stored in the storage box for freshness, the two of them took the rice with the rice, and the one with the side dishes took the side dishes, but in just two minutes, the two had successfully set the plate.

It's finally time to infuse the soul.

Take a spoon and pick up a spoonful of soup, draw a circle around the rice bowl from left to right, and pour the soup over the meat.

"It's over, I think I must die this morning."

Mo Nanbei said to Li Ziqian while chatting.

"It's not a coincidence, that's what I thought too."

Before they could talk nonsense with each other, the two sat down at the dining table with their bowls in their hands, and began to savor the dinner that took seven or eight hours.

The fat but not greasy meat was served with thick soup mixed with rice and sent to the mouth. The taste bursting on the tip of the tongue at that moment made Li Ziqian narrow his eyes in happiness.

Put down the spoon and drink another sip of Fat House Happy Water.

It can only be said that all the tiredness of this night was replaced by this mouthful of happiness.

good to eat! As expected of me!

After the two of them had almost finished eating the whole bowl of rice, Mo Nanbei washed some lettuce and cut some meat out of the kitchen.

"I think oh, don't eat more, I'm a little sorry for myself."

"Indeed, I agree."

So, the two started the second wave of eating.

The two people's thoughts are surprisingly consistent now, and the translation is probably, I just want to die at the dinner table today!

...

The ones that were not eaten and those that were not heated in the pot were received in the refrigerator.

It's great to eat after heating it up at night, or simply eat pork bibimbap!

"I think we can always keep some stock at home in the future, so that it will not be so troublesome to make this dish."

While packing up the dishes, Li Ziqian suggested to Mo Nanbei.

Mo Nanbei:  …

No, in the beginning, who was always complaining about making this thing so troublesome when playing games?

Why do you start to propose to make some soup stock and keep it in the refrigerator?

Does it really smell so fast?

...

After the two finished packing, the time also came to more than six in the morning.

It's time to go to school.

"yawn……"

It was Mo Nanbei who moved first.

Then, the two did not stop yawning before going out.

In order to continue their lives, the two had to go out to the supermarket to buy coffee and yogurt.

Yogurt is for digestion and relieve tiredness, while coffee... is for prolonging life.

It can only be said that this morning, the appetite is extremely hard.

"I can only make up for sleep during class today."

"Indeed, it's just a little hard."

"Ok……"

Because both of them have recently been the focus of the teacher's observation.

"Is there a test today?"

Sitting on the bus, in order to prevent themselves from falling asleep directly, the two chatted without a word.

"Yes? I really want to test English."

"That's good."

"really."

Because as long as there is an exam, after writing the paper, you can lie on the table and sleep.

In a sense, it was a relief for both of them.

...

However, what the two of them thought was too good, and there was a more terrifying Chinese class before the English test.

The content of this language class is even more tortured.

Review of Classical Chinese.

"I have tasted and thought all day long, it is not as good as what I have learned in a moment; I have tasted and looked at it, it is not as good as ascending the heights to gain insight and also ascending to the heights and recruiting..."

At this time, the Chinese teacher was reading classical Chinese with a textbook.

For Li Ziqian, this is tantamount to chanting sutras by Tang monks.

To be honest, he didn't recite this content in the first place, and he would have a headache if he talked to him when he was awake, not to mention that he didn't sleep well now.

It's really...killing.

His head was nodding, and it could be placed on the table at any time.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his arm was poked, he turned his head and asked Mo Nanbei,

"how?"

In his sleepiness, he no longer wanted to say more.

He really felt that his current state was that he would either sleep or die, and there would be no third possibility.

"How do you see my drawing?"

I saw Mo Nanbei lift up his Chinese textbook, and the Xunzi on it has been painted as a passionate young man waving a big flag and riding a motorcycle, just like a motorcycle boy in an anime.

...

You can see the tiredness and collapse in Mo Nanbei's eyes.

It can only be said that this person really tried his best not to fall asleep.

"Great, high!"

He gave Mo Nanbei a thumbs up.

"It's not over yet, I've drawn something else."

Speaking of which, Mo Nanbei exposed the bottom of the textbook again. The four people chatting in the original picture was directly changed to a sci-fi movie scene, and an alien appeared on the top of the room. I have to say that her painting skills are really good. .

As expected of a person who has learned a little art and claims to know a little bit of fur.

Before waiting for him to complain about anything, he just listened to Mo Nanbei's introduction to him like a treasure,

"This is the arrival of the devil, can you see it?"

Li Ziqian: ? ? ?

Mo Nanbei doesn't say it, but it's even more strange when he says it!

no…

He took back what he said earlier, this person's painter has the same big problem as hers!

Do you call this alien creature with a radish head the devil? !

Is this a carrot man at most?

Is there such a strange but ridiculously delicate Demon King?

Li Ziqian thinks that his language has been learned in vain, but the little illustrations drawn by Mo Nanbei give people such a sense of sight? ? ?

Damn, Jill was dying.

To be fair, this weird painting by Mo Nanbei really gave him a good spirit.

Maybe this is also her secret to keeping her spirits up in class.

After all, she is someone who can even scold herself. It shouldn't be too difficult to show herself a wave to shock herself and sober up.

"Hey! You're really giving a reaction!"

Seeing that Li Ziqian didn't express her opinion on her masterpiece, Mo Nanbei urged with some dissatisfaction for a while.