Male god encounters scheming

What to eat? "

Cen Mo is not talking nonsense when he said that he usually cooks at home.So everything in his dormitory is simple, except this large refrigerator is a bit luxurious.It was bought together with Zheng Lebin when he moved in two years ago, and it was specially used to store food reserves and ingredients.

There were a lot of vegetables and ingredients stuffed inside, Zhou Han was almost dazzled by the precariously full grid as soon as he opened it.

Cen Mo, the master chef, immediately put down the teacup in his hand to get the apron: "What do you want to eat? Let me make it for you? Rice noodles, vermicelli, chicken wings... I have them all here."

Zhou Han looked at his broken hands, calmly took out the quick-frozen dumplings from the freezer, and closed the door of the refrigerator with a "bang".

Cen Mo: "Hey...do you want dumplings?"

Zhou Han looked around in the kitchen, found the small iron pot hanging on the cooking table, and took it down.

Cen Mo was amused.

"Zhou Han, I didn't say that. In fact, I'm the best at making emerald dumplings. I use cabbage as the stuffing and make the dumpling wrappers by myself. Last time, Zheng Lebin ate a whole pot by himself! But I didn't make this dumpling. , the quick-frozen ones bought in the supermarket are not so delicious, it is better..."

Zhou Han bypassed the chattering Cen Mo, turned on the faucet, filled the small iron pot with water, turned on the fire, and raised his hand to pour the dumplings into the pot.

Cen Mo hastily reached out his hand to block it: "Are you really cooking?"

Zhou Han glanced at him, and the meaning was obvious: If you don't cook it, you can fry it.

Cen Mo stared and did not let go: "Zhou Han, the dumplings need to be boiled before they can be put into the pot. Don't tell me that you don't even know this?"

"...Is there a difference?"

Cen Mo shook off his hand: "Zu, don't, big!"

Zhou Han: "..."

Cen Mo snatched the small iron pot from his hand, scooped a small spoonful of salt into the water, and put it on to boil after switching to medium heat.Then even out the quick-frozen dumplings and place them on a plate one by one.

After finishing these, he turned to Zhou Han and said, "Dumplings can't be delicious if you cook them casually. You almost wasted the treasures passed down from our ancestors. This is a must-eat dish for northerners every Spring Festival!"

Zhou Han pointed to the bubbles that came out of the pot and reminded him: "The water is about to boil!"

Cen Mo smiled slightly, and calmly took out the colander and put the dumplings on the plate into the pot one by one, stirring them back and forth.

"Dumplings were actually invented by Zhang Zhongjing, a medical sage. People still recite poems, 'Shui Duan Er, Tang Zhong Lao Wan'... Have you heard of it?"

"……No."

"Dumplings are delicious in soup, but I prefer pan-fried dumplings. What about you?"

Zhou Han: "..."

"I'll make it for you next time I have a chance." Cen Mo used a colander to stir it in reverse from time to time, watched the dumplings float and sink, poked the dumpling skin and added cold water twice.

Zhou Han watched him lift up his injured finger, nimbly holding the spoon and scooping water... couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Usually, he and his roommates would occasionally cook their own dumplings in the dormitory for convenience or serve a bowl of quick-frozen dumplings as a supper. Generally, it is enough for things to be cooked, regardless of whether he puts them in the pot when the water is boiled or how much salt is added.They don't pay so much attention, they just deal with it when they are extremely hungry.

Where have I ever seen Cen Mo cook dumplings in such a slow manner, as soon as they are on the cooking table, he leans over like a chef, and his words are all set.

Zhou Han looked at it not only in a daze, but also a little curious.

Do single (dog) men also have real chefs?

Cen Mo turned off the fire, scooped out the dumplings one by one, then turned around to get the plates again.Zhou Han couldn't help but took up space.

He silently backed out of the kitchen and stood at the door.

Zhou Han has never been familiar with the kitchen since he was a child.

When other mothers brought out plates of delicious food from the kitchen with a smile, Zhou Han's mother, as a woman of the era, was already busy with her career and away from the stove.Most of the time, Zhou Han grew up eating fast food bought by his housekeeper aunt. After he started school, he began to live on campus, so he has a different sense of belonging to the cafeteria than ordinary students.

However, Cen Mo, who was chatting with him while cooking, made him feel a little different.Such an orderly look is so different from the one who just had an accident!

Four small downlights are installed on the kitchen ceiling to shine on Cen Mo's smooth forehead, and the long eyelashes cast beautiful arcs under his eyelids.Zhou Han frowned again, how could a man's eyelashes be so long.

Cen Mo stacked the dumplings and began to prepare the seasoning.His eyes were drooping, and with every breath, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, like feathers brushing across his cheeks.The quiet and peaceful side face is quite different from the usual shrewd and thoughtful appearance.

Zhou Han was a little dazed.

Cen Mo raised his head with a smile: "It's fine."

"..."

"Do you like to eat it with soy sauce or vinegar?"

Zhou Han just came back to his senses and wanted to say casually.

"Think about it?" Cen Mo slyly held up two small plates, "Fortunately, I prepared both! You can try both later! But I put pepper in this plate, it's so delicious!"

"..."

Cen Mo walked to the living room first.

The dormitory is not big, and he usually eats alone, so there is no special dining table.

The two simply sat on the floor in the living room. Cen Mo put the dumpling plate on the tea table and took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator.

"Drink or not?"

Zhou Han took one.

"I want to give some advice after tasting my craft." Cen Mo handed him chopsticks and seasoning, and moved his buttocks beside him.

He said please give me your opinion, but the corners of his mouth were not without satisfaction: "If it's too delicious, don't be full."

"..."

Zhou Han slowly picked up one and put it in his mouth.

Cen Mo leaned over nervously and asked, "How is it?"

Zhou Han chewed, nodded slightly and said, "...it's okay."

"Tch, why is it 'okay'?! Last time, Zheng Lebin was full of praise and ate the whole pot!"

Zhou Han hesitated for a moment, then changed his words: "...not bad?"

"uh-huh."

In fact, Zhou Han didn't have the nerve to praise him.

As soon as I took the first bite, I felt that the taste was very different from what I was used to.Not only is the dumpling skin smooth and the meat is smooth, but the meat filling is also cooked just right, and the prickly ash in the seasoning is indeed fragrant and numb, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.No wonder Cen Mo said that Zheng Lebin would eat a pot.

If I hadn't seen Cen Mo cooking with my own eyes, I would have thought it was done by some big hotel.

"This dumpling..." Zhou Han took a sip of beer, "Is it really the quick-frozen one bought in the supermarket?"

Cen Mo raised his chin: "Of course it's true!" The packaging bag hasn't been thrown away yet.

"That did a good job."

Cen Mot was delighted, it couldn't be better to be praised by the male god himself.Honestly, this has exceeded immediate plans!

It turned out that he planned to invite Zhou Han over for dinner after he got acquainted with him, and grabbed his stomach with the trick of cooking himself.Although the method is old-fashioned, according to the evidence collected by Cen Mo, this method works!

In fact, he even ordered two menus, just waiting to test Zhou Han's taste and find a good opportunity to show off.But what happened today was a little bit beyond his expectations.

Cooking skills are his secret weapon, and he is very sure that Zhou Han, who is used to eating canteen food, can't stop eating.But when Zhou Han was really eating dumplings and drinking beer next to him, he felt that this was not real at all, it was not a dream...

"Cen Mo." Zhou Han called him.

Looking at him with a handsome face that has surpassed that of a big star, and looking at him with concern, the cute Cen Mo's heart trembled.

With a trembling voice, he agreed, "Hey, hey, what did you say?"

Zhou Han: "I said thank you for this dumpling meal."

"Is this the end of eating?" Cen Mo glanced at the empty plate on the coffee table, and thought to himself, it's a pity, there's too little to do!

Zhou Han stood up, put the plates together, and put the wine bottle into the trash can.

"Are you still hungry? I don't think you have enough to eat..."

"I'm not hungry. I had dinner before I came here." Zhou Han got up and went to the kitchen with the dishes.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Cen Mo rushed to wash it, but was pushed aside by Zhou Han.

"You still have wounds on your hands." He skillfully rolled up his sleeves and poured out the dish soap, "Let me wash it."

Looking from behind, Zhou Han's figure is really good, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and muscular muscles, but wearing a shirt and jeans is enough to look good.Cen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned against the cooking table to take a peek. Such a perfect man willing to roll up his sleeves and wash the dishes for you is the dream of many girls.Now Zhou Han is by his side...

"Hey," Cen Mo leaned over, "Do you really hang out in the cafeteria?"

Zhou Han's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer.

"Is it right?"

"more or less."

Cen Mo smiled and tilted his head: "No wonder you don't even know how to prepare the quick-frozen food that is everywhere in the supermarket. In fact, it is not enough to cook it well. There are also tricks to make it delicious..."

Zhou Han raised his eyebrows and looked over.

Cen Mo: "For example, the water for cooking dumplings must be boiled first, and a small teaspoon of salt must be added to the water. Do you know why? This way the dumpling skin will be more elastic and not easy to break."

"..."

"You can't just wait for the dumplings to be cooked after placing them. You need to stir them frequently to prevent the skin from sticking to the pot. The dumplings filled with meat should be cooked for a little longer, and cold water should be added twice in the middle. After the dumplings float, touch the surface of the dumplings with chopsticks. The ones that return to their original shape as soon as the skin is dented are cooked. We can cook them out."

"..." Zhou Han.

Cen Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Of course, the seasoning for dipping the dumplings is also very important. You can adjust whatever flavor you like. By the way, do you like today's prickly ash?"

Zhou Han stopped what he was doing and looked at him puzzled.

"Then next time I'll make crispy fried dumplings for you, and eat them with peppercorns!"

Zhou Han: "...What exactly do you want to say?"

Cen Mo bumped into his arm, pretending to have a sad face: "Hey, let's have a discussion. Don't we have to do that game together next time, no less