I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

Wuyue, who was full of thoughts about making taro rice, couldn't hold back her excitement, and woke up early before dawn.

I went to the town a few miles away to buy fresh taro and a small handful of dried shiitake mushrooms, and bought some vegetables casually. Wuyue hummed a cheerful tune and danced non-stop.

Although Yiyong's home is a little far from the market, and it takes a long time to go back and forth each time, it does not dampen May's enthusiasm for picking and buying vegetables.

The thought of using such delicious rice to make equally delicious taro rice brightened her mood.

While busy in the kitchen, Yiyong suddenly poked his head in and looked inside. Seeing Wuyue washing rice, he asked, "Is lunch so early?"

It seems that today's cooking time seems to be a little earlier than usual.

"That's right, because I want to eat it sooner." Wu Yue smiled at him, eyes full of anticipation for the taro rice, "Can Mr. Yiyong help me? This way we can go faster."

"it is good."

Yiyong took off the haori, put it on the back of the chair casually, walked to Wuyue, and stared at her for a while while washing rice.

In fact, he didn't know what he should do, and he didn't know what he could do, so he just stood there stiffly.

You Yiyong's big body follows him like a shadow, which makes Wu Yue feel a little unnatural.

"Mr. Yiyong, can you wash the taro and peel off the skin for me?" Wuyue pointed to the taro on the cutting board, "You don't have any tools at home, and I can't plan it with a kitchen knife. If you want, Should be better than me, right?"

After all, Yiyong's swordsmanship is so much better than hers, and he must be equally good at peeling taro - because there are similarities between using a sword and using a kitchen knife!

Although this trust came without any basis, Yiyong lived up to May's expectations.

He held the knife in one hand and the taro in the other. With the tip of the knife against the end, he gently turned the taro in his hand, and the furry skin was successfully peeled off.This method, which is exactly the same as peeling apples, is extremely efficient. Just after finishing the dried shiitake mushrooms in May, Yiyong has already peeled all the yams.

"You are amazing." Wu Yue couldn't help boasting, "If you want to plan taro in the future, I will also ask you!"

Yiyong let out a muffled "Hmm", for some reason he suddenly became less interested, he just stared at his hand, his expression was stiff, and his brows and eyes were full of tangles.He glanced at May from time to time, as if he was hesitant to talk.

This entanglement lasted for a long time before he finally pulled himself off.

"My hands are a little itchy."

He told May frankly.

"Did the taro juice stick to it when you peeled it?" Wu Yue didn't lift her head, "Just wash it off."

"Oh."

Giyuu did so carefully.

When he came back after washing his hands, Wu Yue had cut all the ingredients into small cubes and put them into the pot together with the rice. He was squatting on the ground struggling to make a fire.

She probably has a very bad compatibility with fire, and after a long time of tinkering, she still didn't ignite the fire.Frustrated by this, she began to miss natural gas and gas stoves.

No matter how bad it is, it would be nice to have an induction cooker.It's better than an earthen stove.

"Let me do it."

Yiyong took the firewood from her hand, and lighted the fire with ease in two or three strokes.It seemed that there was nothing he could do next, so Yiyong had to stand by and watch Wuyue pour a little soy sauce into the pot, and sprinkle in a small half teaspoon of salt.Stir it, even if you're done.

"It should be enough to cook for about half an hour." Wu Yue covered the pot, pressed the spatula on it, raised her head, looked at Yi Yong, and suddenly smiled, "The taro rice is super easy to make! I think even Giyu-san can learn it!"

……"even if"?

This word seems to be used a little delicately.

Could it be that his cooking skills are so bad?

Yiyong really wanted to defend himself, but seeing that Wuyue was cleaning up the kitchen, he was really embarrassed to disturb him, so he didn't say anything.

He watched May wipe the soy sauce bottle clean and put it back on the shelf.Not long ago, the soy sauce bottle was still full, but now it has reduced by one-third, and it is all used for cooking in May.

It turns out that my own soy sauce can also be used so quickly...

This little discovery reminded Yiyong of a little question that had been perplexing him.

"I always feel that your way of cooking is a little different." He said, "It seems to be more..."

In the middle of the sentence, Yiyong got stuck, and he couldn't think of a suitable adjective to follow, and May gave the answer himself.

"Thicker red sauce?"

She frowned, as if a little nervous.

Yiyong nodded: "Yes."

"Because my cooking style is more Chinese." She smiled, "I learned how to cook from a Chinese."

"Chinese?" No wonder it's different, I seem to be able to figure it out.

Yiyong's rhetorical question was not so much a doubt as a clear answer, but Wuyue thought he was curious.

Her movements of picking up the kitchen waste suddenly slowed down, staring at the different shades of knife marks on the cutting board, she unconsciously pursed her lips.Exhaling heavily, she swiftly gathered the trash together and nodded to Giyuu.

"Well, Chinese." She spoke a little faster than usual, "Because I'm an orphan, you should know about it.

"I don't know." Yi Yong replied frankly.

If she got such an answer from Giyuu in normal times, she would probably be a little unhappy.But hearing his words at this moment, it gave Wuyue a sense of relief that she could breathe a sigh of relief.She grinned and smiled faintly.

"Now you know." She suppressed her smile, "For various reasons, after leaving the orphanage, I was rotated in different foster families for a while, and the hostess of one of them was from China. She was a very A kind woman, she sent me to the dojo to learn kendo, and taught me how to cook, and she taught me the taro rice—she is really good.”

Wu Yue paused here, and the movements of her hands stopped unconsciously, her gaze was looking at nowhere, maybe she saw the past.

The aroma of shiitake mushrooms and soy sauce came out from the gap of the pot lid along with the steam, and a sparrow flapped its wings and landed on the window sill, chirping and calling for something.Such an atmosphere full of human fireworks should be reassuring, but it is not.Yiyong saw that Wuyue's face turned pale instantly, and her hands were trembling involuntarily, even though the kitchen was so warm.

"After the foster care period ended, the family originally wanted to officially adopt me." Her voice became weaker and weaker, "In the end, something happened, and they..."

There was a sudden gurgling sound from the iron pot, completely covering May's words.

This kind of voice is not good, Wuyue had to pay attention.She remembered that she had never heard such a sound when she was cooking.

...Shouldn't it affect the final product?

Wu Yue was not at ease, and walked directly to the stove with the kitchen knife that hadn't been wiped dry yet, carefully pinched the edge of the handle, and lifted the lid of the pot.

All of a sudden, a large cloud of steam came out and rushed straight to Wu Yue's face.Wuyue shrank her neck to avoid it, squinted her eyes, and watched the movement in the pot from the gap of steam.

There seems to be nothing unusual.The uncooked diced taro is still in a square shape, but the shiitake mushrooms have absorbed the soup and become chubby, rolling up and down in the boiling sauce-colored rice soup.

Since nothing unusual happened, Wuyue felt relieved, put the lid back on the pot, threw away the taro skins on the chopping board, arranged the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and then she could sit and wait for dinner.

Wu Yue anxiously took out two rice bowls early, showing her desire to eat early.

As soon as the bowl was set, Wuyue thought of something very important, turned to look at Yiyong, and asked, "Do you want to eat other dishes today? There's still time to do it now."

"whatever."

Anyway, he thinks he can eat anything.

"What do you mean casually, really..." Wuyue laughed lightly at Yiyong's answer, "If you have nothing to eat, then I won't cook it. I think a bowl of taro rice is enough .”

Yi Yong nodded: "Yeah."

In short, he felt that it didn't matter, so he didn't say anything more.The conversation came to an end, and the only sound left in the kitchen was the sound of cooking.

Then, Giyuu unconsciously thought of May's unfinished words.

Yiyong didn't know if Wu Yue would mention this matter again in the next blank time, and whether he should bring it up again.In fact, he was not very curious, but just wanted to know.

But if Wu Yue didn't say it, he certainly wouldn't bother to ask—although he knew that he had a hard time dealing with people, but he still understood the minimum measure.

The wind chime hanging at the door made a crisp sound, followed by a solid knock on the door.

someone is coming.

May and Yiyong looked at each other.After a battle of eyes that lasted about half a minute, Wuyue was defeated.

"Okay, okay, I understand, I'm going to open the door."

Putting on a haori, Wuyue trotted to the door, awkwardly took off the old deadbolt, and pushed the door open a small crack.

"Hi...uh..."

Through the crack of the door, what she saw was a winking fire man's mask?

Wu Yue stared at the blowing nozzle raised by the fire man's mask, and a lot of bullet screens flashed across his mind in an instant.

She was bewildered and had a feeling of surprise, "Is there a mistake in the way I opened the door?"

Well, there must be something wrong with the way she opened the door.

Wuyue squeezed out a polite smile and decided to let Yiyong come over to deal with it, but before he could turn around, the man wearing the mask of the fire man spoke out first.

"Is it Your Excellency Takine Mayzuki?"

"Hmm..." Wu Yue nodded in a daze, "I was right."

So he came to find her?It's a bit of a surprise.

In fact, this is not something to be surprised or surprised-it should be expected.

"I, Kojiro Tetsuhara, is your swordsmith."

The man in the fire mask bowed to her.

"Your sun wheel knife has been forged."