private kitchen

Lin Yize was lying on the hospital bed in a daze, his arms and head hurt like hell, and he was a little nauseous and dizzy. Elder Zhou beside him was admonishing He Qingshan like a bell: "What's the matter with you!! You're still fighting You!!! What a bad temper!! Who hasn’t been bullied before? Being bullied means that you are great!! It means that they are jealous of you!! You dare to throw things around!! Look at Boss Lin! Fortunately, Boss Lin is in good health, otherwise If it's going to be smashed, can you afford it!!"

He Qingshan lowered his head in disgrace, obediently stood next to the training, Zhou Lao looked at his rare low-browed and pleasing to the eye, and his anger disappeared a lot, but he still kept rambling: "The pot of corn, you can't let it go!" You threw it out!! I just told them to cook it well for side dishes this morning. It’s the best corn. I specially ordered it in Jilin at the beginning of the year. I chose the best place. Look how plump the corn is. ... You say you, if you don't take so many pots next to you, you have to take that one..."

So for the next 10 minutes, Mr. Zhou kept nagging about how good the pot of corn was, and what a pity it was wasted. Lin Yize's ears were buzzing, and he was dizzy. He just wanted to stay in peace for a while. Yes, I couldn't help coughing softly, Mr. Zhou stopped talking, turned his head to look at him, pushed He Qingshan forward, and said loudly: "Quickly apologize to Boss Lin!!"

He Qingshan moved forward awkwardly, and whispered: "Boss Lin, I'm sorry..."

Lin Yize felt dizzy and uncomfortable, he wanted to wave his hand, but his arm was so painful that he couldn't lift it up, so he could only whisper helplessly, "You boy, you can really cause trouble..."

He Qingshan hastily pulled the corners of his mouth into an apologetic smile, and tucked the quilt up for him in a rare way.

Lin Yize's injury was actually not serious. He had a slight concussion and a slight bone fracture. After a day of observation in the hospital, he went home to recuperate.

Mr. Zhou issued an order, saying that to make He Qingshan make up for his mistakes, he was asked to go to the hotel for half a day in the morning every day, and he must follow Boss Lin every step of the way in the afternoon and evening until Lin Yize fully recovered.

When he was discharged from the hospital, He Qingshan murmured for a long time before he asked if he wanted to go to the house he rented to recuperate. It was relatively close to the hotel, and it was convenient for him to take care of him. Lin Yize nodded happily, and then commanded triumphantly with one arm hanging He Qingshan went to his house to pack up all the things he needed

Lin Yize has a lot of stuff, such as bottles, jars, skin care products, dishes, chopsticks, and plates. This one can't be pressed, and that one can't be folded. He brought three sets of bathrobes alone, and He Qingshan packed them one by one from his home. Packing, there are four or five big boxes. The little cook has long been impatient, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it. After all, it was indeed his fault this time.

Just tidying up those things has been busy all morning, and finally sorted out those messy things, packed them into a truck and moved them home, He Qingshan carried those things back to the rental house one by one, squatting down Take out the things inside one by one, and follow Lin Yize's command to arrange them one by one in the room, just sat down and lifted up his clothes to wipe his sweat, when Lin Yize coughed: "What's for lunch?"

He Qingshan couldn't control his expression for a while, and became fierce in an instant, staring at him, Lin Yize immediately frowned and pressed the center of his brows: "Hey~~~~~~~ My head is so dizzy..."

He Qingshan glared at him angrily, suddenly threw the clothes in his hand on the ground fiercely, turned around and walked to the kitchen, Lin Yize followed him to pick up the clothes, and shouted behind him: "I see there are some cooked food in the refrigerator, anyway I'm not too hungry, so you can cook some plain porridge!"

That being said, Lin Yize was really afraid that he would just make plain porridge casually, so not long after He Qingshan entered the kitchen, he crossed his arms and hid secretly to the side to watch.

He Qingshan washed the rice, put it on the stove and cooked it, he took out a piece of beef from the refrigerator, he has all the best ingredients here now, Mr. Zhou was afraid that Lin Yize would be wronged, so he specially sent someone to pack it in the morning The small package was delivered.

The beef looked very good at first glance, with clear texture, bright red color, and clean meat. He Qingshan put the meat on the chopping board and sliced ​​it into thin slices. He was well trained by Mr. Zhou during this period. The pieces of meat are uniform in size and uniform in thickness.

He Qingshan mixed the meat with dry starch and oil, and then put some salt and soy sauce to marinate it.

On the other side, the porridge has been simmering on high heat, and the room gradually filled with a slight aroma of rice, mixed with a hint of sour taste.

He Qingshan took out three eggs from the refrigerator and beat them into a bowl. He beat the egg yolks up and down with chopsticks, added salt and some seasonings, added warm water and a spoonful of flour, and beat the eggs very thinly.

The frying pan was heated to a little oil, He Qingshan scooped up a spoonful of eggs and poured it into the frying pan, there was a sound of prickling in the frying pan, he quickly picked up the frying pan, then sprinkled some sesame seeds on it, and then Quickly tap the roll on the plate next to it, clean and neat, and a perfect white sesame egg pancake is made.

He Qingshan made three or four egg pancakes in the same way, and finally poured some tomato sauce on them.

The pancakes here are ready, and the rice porridge over there is rolling. He Qingshan pours the meat into the hot porridge, and then stirs it quickly.

The scent wafted out all of a sudden, Lin Yize leaned forward again, feeling that his saliva was about to flow out, the taste was so...he could make raw beef porridge himself, and he often ate it, but he always felt that He Qingshan made it The smell of it is more appetizing to him.

The thinly sliced ​​beef was cooked as soon as it was rolled by the hot porridge. He Qingshan sprinkled the chopped green onion and ginger and chopped fried dough sticks on the porridge. In the bowl, he cut another sausage, chopped a plate of radish and pickles, and brought it to the living room.

There was steam on the porridge, the aroma of round-grained rice and beef, Lin Yize secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, carefully scooped up a small spoon with a small spoon, sipped it with his mouth, and accidentally burned his tongue.

Lin Yize almost jumped up in pain, sticking out his tongue and using his good hand to slap back and forth, the broken hand also wanted to use his strength, but because it was tied to his chest, he could only swing back and forth slightly, He Qingshan smiled With a sound, as if watching the show: "You are just out of the pot, you are stupid~"

Lin Yize looked at the bowl of porridge pitifully with his tongue out, He Qingshan sighed, resigned himself to taking the bowl of porridge and stirred it up for him.

Lin Yize touched the egg pancake and felt that the temperature was just right, so he awkwardly picked up two slices of sausage with his left hand, and it took a long time to roll it up. He took it and ate it, but he still stared at the porridge and whispered: "Don't eat it." It's messed up."

He Qingshan raised his head and stared at him, stirred for a while, then pushed the bowl in front of Lin Yize: "It's getting cold, let's eat!"

Lin Yize laughed, stuffed the egg pancake into his mouth in two mouthfuls, scooped up a spoonful of porridge with his left hand clumsily, stuffed it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes immediately, and said vaguely: "It's delicious!"

He Qingshan also laughed, and filled a bowl for himself, and put another chopstick of radish and pickles in his bowl.

Lin Yize stirred the pickles, drank a large spoon full, raised his head and smiled at him contentedly: "Qing Shanha, why do I think the food you cook is better than my mother's!"

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