[Zhongzhu jojo] Hanako's Bizarre Adventure

I stared at the French stew in front of me.

I think if there is anything in this world that I can't handle other than illusion, it's probably cooking.

It's embarrassing to say it, but I do have to admit - I'm, actually, not very good at cooking.

My father is the king of dark cooking, but my mother has a pair of skillful hands that can turn decay into magic. If the two of them cancel each other out, I should at least be an intermediate value... But it seems that I overestimated my ability.

When I was hesitating to try the dish, Jotaro caught off guard and stuffed a chopstick into his mouth, then swallowed it expressionlessly, "It's overcooked." He said.

"Impossible! I'm on the stopwatch!" I reacted violently.

Two days ago, I was taken back to Joestar’s mansion by him from the Florida airport, and I have been locked up by this bastard for two days without going out. Because I have nothing to do, I started to study the recipes, but the things I made are very good Eighty-nine are either over-baked, or the inside is not cooked through. Damn, I followed the steps step by step, why? !

"Taste it yourself." He held a chopstick and brought it to my mouth, and I took a bite - the saltiness was just right, but the taste was too dry when I bit my teeth, it was indeed over-baked.

"Impossible, I'm pinching the stopwatch." I scratched my head.

Jotaro leaned against the stove and looked at me with his arms folded, "Didn't the fried meatballs be overcooked yesterday?" He said in a tone that sounded full of sarcasm to me.

"I'm worried that it's not cooked enough..." I retorted weakly.

"It tastes like dry wood beads. If you didn't say it was meatballs, I would have thought it was an unopened rough stone." He said.

……

This man, this man... stop your beating metaphors!hurry up!

"The steak from the day before yesterday, because the oven was too hot, the outside was burnt, but the inside was still raw, and the operation error even dried up the pot..." Jotaro raised his hand, counting my two days as ruined with fingers How many ingredients, "Occasionally, you even accidentally overcook the bacon, why do you always challenge the ingredients you can't handle?"

……

"Jotaro, you bastard! You wait! I'm sure I can make creamy mushroom soup for dinner tonight!" I angrily picked up one chopstick and tapped his hand.

"Cream of Mushroom Soup... as long as you follow the steps, it will be strange if you can't make it well..."

"..." I threw myself into Mrs. Siji's arms who came over to see what happened, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Jotaro, no one in this world can do everything right from birth, you have to give people a process of tempering slowly." Mrs. Siji patted me on the back, "Laughing at Hanako for not being able to do well If so, you can try it yourself. Although your grandfather Joseph looks very smart, he is a complete idiot when it comes to things in the kitchen, and the food he makes is simply inedible... People always have their strengths and weaknesses. good at things."

What you said is really good. After all, my mother never let me work in the kitchen since I was a child. Although the girls around me started to cook in home economics classes in elementary school, the things they made were not peerless and delicious. It's definitely not too bad...

But my problem is... When the home economics class is teamed up with others to make dishes and desserts, I am always the one who mixes it up. How should I put it, it is the kind that can help you whip cream, weigh sugar, and salt. It's nothing to me if I cut a vegetable but put it on the pan and oven... To be honest, I actually have nothing to do with this kind of tool that can't be accurately quantified.

Ah, speaking of home economics class...

"Jotaro, do you have home economics classes in high school?" I asked him.

His expression was ugly to the naked eye.

I silently made up the appearance of him wearing that modified school uniform, wearing an apron and a hood.

"Pfft." I covered my mouth to keep myself from laughing too loudly.

But with his appearance, would anyone really want to form a team with him in the home economics class?Won't the stress lead to failure?Ah, no, this guy seems to be quite popular with girls. There must be a group of girls around him in the home economics class, so he doesn't need to do it himself.

In short, this guy was as much of a jerk as I was in home economics class.

"Ahem, since you complain about my ability, then you can do it." I hid behind Mrs. Siji and raised my eyelids at him, "Don't tell me that you said I was so capable, but I actually don't know how to do it." Do it, it's so sad, I don't even have the guts to take the first step." I shook my head and used the aggressive method on him.

"Hehehehe, then try it, and don't let Hanako look down on you." Mrs. Siji smiled and stood in the same camp as me and encouraged Jotaro to do it.

With a dark face, he rolled up his sleeves and took out a cuttlefish from the refrigerator.

After 15 minutes I grabbed his hand and asked him to spare the innocent cuttlefish.

If it is made into a video and uploaded, some people will probably think that he is venting his anger by killing his father and enemies and tearing up his family. It is too cruel. His gesture of cutting things has no soul at all, and he is killing vegetables at all. .

He murdered the cuttlefish twice, once for slaughter and once for cooking.

You are ashamed to say that you are also a master of dark cuisine yourself.

"Well... in terms of performance," Mrs. Siji looked at the poor, dead and inedible cuttlefish, and shook her head sadly, "Huako is actually much better than you."

Jotaro said with a dark face, "Cooking is not a man's business."

Appeared!Jotaro-style straight male cancer speech!

"It's not good to think so. I don't let your grandfather cook just because he is completely hopeless in this respect. Although judging from your performance just now, you are probably the same as your grandfather..." Mrs. Siji walked to the cutting board Beforehand, he pulled out the narrow kitchen knife on one side, and in a few strokes he removed the bone and skin of a sea bream, beautifully engraved with a knife pattern, "Hanako, your knife skills are much better than Jotaro, as long as you master the heat, you will be able to improve by leaps and bounds soon." ..." Without hesitation, she kicked out Jotaro, who took up a lot of space in the kitchen and was useless.

"I haven't cooked Italian food for a long time." Mrs. Siji said with a smile, "Let's eat pasta today!"

She mercilessly dumped the innocent cuttlefish, who was murdered twice by Jotaro, into the trash can.

Amen.

Dinner is of course pasta, not me, Mrs. Siji's craftsmanship is quite good, even better than some Italian restaurants outside.

"It's great that you like it." Mrs. Siji looked quite happy, "But don't blame Jotaro that kid, he just said something, but he doesn't have any bad thoughts in his heart."

"Grandma Suji." Jotaro interjected, frowning.

"Well, this spaghetti is really delicious, and the meat sauce on it is also delicious." I imitated the people in the TV series and sucked in a mouthful of spaghetti.

By the way, this meat sauce is prepared by Mrs. Siji herself.

"Oh hehehe, if you like, I can teach you. Practice makes perfect in cooking. Anyway, you still have a long time to start school, so just stay here for two more days."

"But my tourist visa is about to expire." I stuffed a forkful of spaghetti into my mouth.

"Tourist visa is really troublesome. Jotaro has a green card, so you don't have to worry about it." Mrs. Suji put her hand on her chin and pretended to be thinking, "Then—as long as Hanako marries into our family You don't have to worry about that at all!"

"Puff! Cough cough cough cough—" I choked.

What's the matter with you Joestars? !Are you acting so unreasonably? !

"Cough cough - woo - cough cough cough cough -"

I'm dying of coughing!

"Noodles, the noodles are choked into the air duct—" I grabbed my throat, trying to get away with tricks.

As a result, the old lady on the opposite side did not give me a chance to breathe, "Look, my Jotaro is handsome. Although he has become a little wild recently, he is definitely a kind and good boy. I also like you Hanako very much, Cheng Although Taro doesn't say anything, he must like it very much..."

No, please, just stop for a moment...

"To sum up, it is the best choice for Hanako to marry into our family!" Mrs. Siji clapped her hands, clapped her hands together, and then tilted her head—this action is exactly the same as that of Mrs. Holly! You are indeed a biological mother and daughter !

Also, what summed up the above, what did you sum up!I only see your eight-foot-thick grandma filter on Jotaro!

I glared at Jotaro.

say something!Why don't you speak at this time? !Hello!Don't press the hat and turn your head, okay? !You are embarrassed at this time, a ghost!

"...No, no, Mrs. Siji, I have no plans to get married for the time being..."

"That means you plan to have a long-term relationship with our family, Jotaro? Have you planned when to get married? How many children will you have? Joseph and I only have one child, Holly. Although an only daughter is not bad, but sometimes I don't think it's exciting enough..."

... Please stop!I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!

"Grandma Suji." Jotaro interrupted Mrs. Suji's chatter, "Hanako doesn't think about such things until she is 25 years old."

"Oh, that's it..." Mrs. Siji put down her hand, slightly disappointed, "Well, I'm sorry, I was too excited, and I added unnecessary pressure to Hanako."

...and was saved by Jotaro.

I cover my face.

When I was resting at night, I went back to my room and was watching TV when someone knocked on my door.

"Who?" I asked.

"It's me." Mrs. Siji's voice came from outside the door.

I opened the door, but saw Mrs. Siji in her pajamas, holding several large photo albums in her arms, standing at my door furtively.

"What do you want?" I opened the door for her to come in.

"Shh." She put her finger on her lips and shushed, trotted to my bed, and threw the pile of photo albums on it.

"This is?"

"There are photos of Jotaro when he was a child, from birth to high school!"

Huh, Huh? !

Could this be the legend!Black history anthology? !

Well, I really want to see it!

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