private kitchen

After coming to the hotel for a week, He Qingshan basically didn't do anything, he just cut potatoes, carrots, and cucumbers for a week. He also knew that he lacked the most in knife skills, so he didn't dare to neglect at all.

Mr. Zhou asked him to practice knife skills very strictly. Each cucumber must be cut at least 150 knives, and each slice must be the same thickness. Mr. Zhou has a very unique method. He asked He Qingshan to stack 100 slices of cucumbers into two piles , as long as the difference in height is more than 2 millimeters, he will be scolded. He Qingshan is humiliated by scolding every day, and his two arms are so painful that he can't lift it. On Wednesday, he can finally rest for a day, so he wants to sleep well. But still got up early and was dragged to the new house by his mother.

The new house is to be demolished and divided, and the houses are divided according to the household registration of the head. He Qingshan’s household registration has been with his grandfather before, and he has been a single household since his grandfather passed away. He is not on the list this time, and the house of his brother and sister-in-law will have to wait for half a year, so This time, the housing was divided according to the heads of Xu Anguo and the others, a two-bedroom apartment of 60 square meters.

No matter how two rooms can accommodate 5 people, He Qingshan originally wanted to rent a house, but Xu Anguo and Xu Hao didn't tell him. It took a day to tear down a wall that was not a load-bearing wall, and the two-bedroom The living room was tossed and turned, and the two small two-bedrooms were separated into a small single room in a daze.

Even though the area of ​​each room is only more than ten square meters, and each room is tightly packed with a bed, the whole family is very happy. Sheets and quilts, I almost bought Doraemon's wallpaper and pasted them on.

So when He Qingshan opened the door of the room and saw a room full of cartoon-patterned sheets, quilts and pillowcases, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

Yu Qinghong sighed with satisfaction from behind: "You liked these things when you were a child. Your grandfather didn't know where to buy them, and your mother didn't care about you. Now I can finally satisfy you..."

He Qingshan suddenly felt black lines all over his face: "Mom, I'm almost 25, no need... hey!" He sighed, went in and fell on the bed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Forget it, it's good Yes, Mom, come and lie down too, it's comfortable..."

Yu Qinghong walked over and touched his head, lay down next to him, and kissed him lightly on the head: "When the conditions of our house are better, I will prepare a room for you alone."

He Qingshan sighed, he raised his head and looked around, this was the first time he lived in a room that was completely his own since he was a child, although it was a bit rough and crowded, it felt really strange.

However, he didn't live in this house for a few days. Mr. Zhou asked him to finish his potato and cucumber training, and asked him to do a lot of chores in the hotel. The new home was far away, and He Qingshan had to catch the last bus every day. I got up at 6 o'clock in the morning and took the bus for more than an hour to rush there. After a week, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I simply moved to the dormitory.

Lin Yize has a lot of things to do recently, running back and forth between Beijing and Shanghai, and it was already late when he returned to the office after discussing business outside. After finishing the report and checking the financial report, he looked up at his watch and realized that it was already past 1 o'clock at night. , he stood up and stretched, only then did he feel a throbbing pain in his stomach.

He has had this problem since he was a child. Sometimes he forgets to eat when he is busy, his stomach hurts when he is hungry, and his mind goes blank when his stomach hurts, and he is in a very, very bad mood.

So when he found only a bag of salted duck eggs from the refrigerator in the office, he was a little angry.

The salted duck eggs were bought from a fellow villager in the reed marsh in the suburban county of Linshi a few days ago. The pure and original wild duck eggs are salted. After cooking, they are really yellow and red oil. They are very fragrant, but they can't be used as rice. Eat, Lin Yize was so hungry that he was in a hurry. He ate half of it. He couldn't stand the saltiness anymore. He drank a large bottle of water, and then walked around hungry with the salted duck eggs. go home.

So he walked out of the office door and took the elevator downstairs, thinking of finding something to eat in the back kitchen of the hotel.

When I walked to the door of the kitchen, I found that the light was still on. Although the restaurant is a busy business, there should be no one there at this late hour. Lin Yize pushed the door in suspiciously, and saw He Qingshan sitting in front of the stove in a daze, and heard the sound of the door opening As if startled, she turned her head abruptly, and when she saw it was him, she turned her head away in an instant.

Lin Yize was let out by him again, wondering what kind of dog temper this little cook is, but this time his stomach played a leading role faster than his brain, and he didn't care if the little cook ignored him, so he walked over and patted him He raised the salted duck egg in his hand sullenly, and said honestly, "Hey... I'm hungry!"

He Qingshan still lowered his head, and it took a long time before he seemed to be helplessly groping to take the salted duck egg from him, and said vaguely: "Well, then I'll make you something to eat..."

What can he do with only salted duck eggs? Lin Yize watched He Qingshan knock the salted duck eggs to the side of the bowl, quickly peeled off the shell, and planed in half with a knife. He...he seemed to want to make fried rice Well, Lin Yize stared at his hand intently, He Qingshan was a little flabbergasted by him, glanced at him and quickly lowered his head.

This little cook seems to have some opinions on him, I really don't know what provoked him, Lin Yize pulled up a chair and sat down a little depressed, looked around and couldn't help asking him: "Hey, Why haven't you left yet?"

He Qingshan took out a green onion and started chopping the chopped green onion. When he heard him speak, his hands paused, and then he murmured. Holding two chairs with some clothes thrown on them, as if they wanted to make a bed, Lin Yize was a little surprised: "You want to sleep here?"

He Qingshan cut the salted duck eggs into small pieces with his head down, and he moved very quickly. At this time, the fire was already on the fire and the pot was already on. He snorted softly in his nose when he asked Lin Yize's question.

Seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, Lin Yize didn't ask any more questions. His stomach got the upper hand at this moment, and he was afraid that he might offend the chef if he said something wrong, so he shut his mouth and sat beside him, watching He Qingshan's movements.

The aroma soon wafted out, the salty aroma of salted duck eggs mixed with the aroma of eggs and rice, making his stomach growl.

The voice was quite loud, He Qingshan paused his hands, and turned his head to his side, still low, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

Lin Yize stared at the corners of his raised mouth, thinking that this kid actually looked pretty good-looking when he smiled, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and coughed lightly.

He Qingshan moved very quickly, in about 10 minutes, the salted duck egg fried rice was ready, and it was served with two side dishes.

Lin Yize had been starving for a long time, so he grabbed the chopsticks and took two mouthfuls. As soon as he ate the food, he immediately felt so comfortable from head to toe.

"Delicious!" He clicked his lips, although Mr. Zhou always said that this kid has many problems with cooking, but as far as he is concerned, He Qingshan's cooking really suits his appetite.

"You fried rice!! There's really nothing to say!" Lin Yize sighed, after taking a few mouthfuls of rice, his stomach felt a little weaker, he finally raised his head, and shifted his attention from the rice to He Qingshan's face Go up, and then turn pale with shock: "What's wrong with your face??"

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