On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

On the second day after Sakakitaro and Mimeme got engaged, Naoki Sakaki, who had been lingering for more than a month, finally finished handling the business in Japan. Missing her underage daughter who was left alone in London, she eventually flew back to the UK with her wife.

Of course, being complained by my daughter for not witnessing the steamed stuffed bun making process is another story.

The pointer pointed to nine o'clock, and the streets of Tokyo were still full of people, and the roads were still full of traffic.

Gan Meiya leaned her head against the glass of the car and yawned. She raised her hand and rubbed her sore eyes. From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the hedgehog-haired boy sitting behind the driver's seat writing something in a notebook. After talking with the boy in the afternoon, he pursed his lips, turned his head to look at the man who was holding the steering wheel and staring at the front, his eyes subconsciously fell on his right hand, and the golden tail ring on his little finger has been taken off After getting down, Gan Meiya pursed her lips again, raised her eyes to look at the man, and called softly: "Taro."

"Huh?" Sakakitaro responded.

"Can I ask you something?" Gan Miya was a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter?" Sakaki Taro asked, turning his head to look at Kanmeiya.

"That's... that... Can I ask you to teach Sadako how to cook?" Gan Meiya said with a grunt.

There was a sudden silence in the carriage, Gan Meiya bit her lips lightly, and carefully looked at the silent Sakaki Taro, only to see that there was no expression on his face, no emotion could be seen, Ganmei Ya lowered his eyes, played with his fingers, and racked his brains to find a topic that could open up the situation, only to hear the man sitting beside him ask in a deep voice: "Who is Sadako?"

Gan Meiya was taken aback for a moment, then raised her head to look at Sakaki Taro, not knowing what to say for a while.

A heavy cough came from behind, and two words were forced out: "It's me."

"..."

A few days later, three people stood in the unreasonably large kitchen of Sakakitaro's house, a chef, an apprentice, and an onlooker who came in to help the kitchen in the name of a helper.After several days of deliberation and research and discussion with the parents of the apprentices, the dish taught by Chef Sakaki was finally decided to be black pepper steak.

In the words of Gan Meiya, it should not be difficult to learn if you have seen pigs running without eating pork, and have eaten so many meals without cutting steak.

But, that's just what it should be.

"Damn, this is a knife, not a tennis racket." Sakaki Taro looked expressionlessly at Mikada Sadaharu who was holding the kitchen knife in the posture of holding a tennis racket.

"...Yes." Gan Sadaharu imitated Sakaki Taro's grip and held the kitchen knife in a decent manner, but the grip was reversed.

"..." A tic-tac-toe jumped on Sakaki Taro's forehead.

"Damn it, just need the egg whites." Sakakitaro frowned as he looked at the egg liquid in the bowl where the egg whites, egg yolks, and eggshells were mixed together.

"...Yes." Qian Zhenzhi muttered "How could the calculation be wrong?" He hurriedly fished out the egg yolk and eggshell from the egg liquid, and the yellow liquid dripped on the cooking table along his fingers.

"..." The second tic-tac-toe jumped onto Sakaki Taro's forehead.

"Mei Ya, the steak has been marinated with salt, and it will be very salty if you leave it in." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of dried white grains of Mei Ya secretly sprinkled into the steak being marinated, and Sakaki Taro quickly grabbed it. Holding her hand, he snatched the steak over in time, but when he saw the solid surface of the steak that was obviously several times thicker than salt, his expression froze, he picked one and put it in his mouth, the sweet taste lingered in his mouth When it spread, he looked up at Gan Meiya who said "I'm born with a strong taste", "Meiya, what you put in is white sugar."

"Eh? Isn't this coarse salt?" Gan Miya looked at Sakaki Taro in surprise.

"...No." Sakaki Taro shook his head, turned around and walked to the sink, picking out the white sugar sticking to the surface of the steak one by one.

Gan Meiya and Gan Zhenzhi's uncle and nephew looked at each other without saying a word.

The marinated steak was placed in a pan coated with a thin layer of olive oil, making a sizzling sound, the aroma of the meat gradually permeated the entire kitchen, Gan Meiya subconsciously smashed her mouth and swallowed After taking a mouthful of saliva, Sakaki Taro, who was standing by the side, smiled when he saw this, with a doting expression on his face.

Qian Zhenzhi, who had entered the kitchen as an apprentice, had become a recorder at this time. He was biting the cap of his pen, holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, and was writing vigorously.

The original crimson red beef slowly turned to light gray. Gan Meiya thought for a while, then turned to look at the condiments on the cooking table, grabbed a glass bottle filled with black liquid, and was about to put it on the steak. Going up, Sakaki Taro, who has sharp eyes and quick hands, stretched out his hand to stop him: "What are you going to do?"

"The color of the beef seems to be a bit different from what you eat. I'll add some soy sauce." Gan Meiya took it for granted.

"You took vinegar." Sakaki Taro said helplessly.

"Eh?" Gan Meiya took a closer look, her expression darkened slightly, she put the glass bottle back into the distance, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Sakaki Taro confessed to Mikami Sadaharu, and walked out of the kitchen, only to see Gan Meimei listlessly leaning against the wall outside the kitchen door, lowering her head and playing with her fingers. Meiya asked softly with her soft long hair, "What's wrong?"

"I'm a kitchen nuisance." Gan Meiya lowered her head and muttered, "I'm destined not to be able to cook by myself in the future."

"I'll cook for you in the future." Knowing that Gan Meiya was worried about this problem, the smile on Sakaki Taro's face gradually became stronger. He pressed a kiss on the top of Gan Meiya's hair and hugged her into his arms Li, said softly.

Smelling the familiar smell, Gan Meiya's mood suddenly improved.

Gan Meimei never knew that her heart was slowly sinking in the gentle trap woven by Sakaki Taro.

After more than a week of cramming, Gan Sadaharu, who is titled the King of Dark Cuisine at Qinggaku, finally passed the make-up exam of the home economics class with a decent plate of black pepper steak. The classmate flew over the make-up exam of the home economics class at low altitude with a bowl of wasabi ramen. I heard that the teacher who supervised the make-up exam that day was tossed in the stomach for a week before he calmed down.

Time flies, it has entered the end of June, and after the summer solstice, the length of the day is gradually shortening. Gan Meiya is sitting at the desk, holding a pencil in one hand and chewing on a newly bought medical book in the other. Between girly comic books and cookbooks that teach you how to become a chef, medical books are her favorite.

"Tetralogy of Fallot." Gan Meiya let out a long breath, looked away from the book in her hand, closed it with a "snap", leaned her body back, and looked at the ceiling with dark almond eyes , seems to be thinking about something.

Saito Kenjiro raised his head and glanced at Gan Meimei, but did not speak.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Gan Meiya glanced at it, and couldn't help being taken aback, what is he calling at this time?Wanting to think about it, Gan Meiya still picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. Before she could speak, a hurried voice came from the other end of the phone: "Meiya, a student has a heart attack. He has congenital heart disease. Sick, now in the music classroom." Gan Meiya was taken aback again, since she knew this man, it was the first time that she heard the man's usually calm voice with a bit of panic.

"Okay." Gan Meiya put down her phone, picked up the medicine box on the table, and ran out of the health care room on her high heels, seeing Saito Kenjiro dumbfounded.

Running up to the fourth floor in one breath, Gan Meiya stood at the stairs, took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and walked quickly into the music classroom with the medicine box.There was no sound in the classroom, the students were all standing aside, and there was a trace of uneasiness on their immature faces. When they saw Gan Meiya coming in, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Beautiful...Teacher Gan." Sakaki Taro, who had regained his usual composure, hurried up to greet her.

Gan Meiya nodded, glanced at the boys who were hiding in the corner of the classroom and holding the music score in front of their chests, but they still saw that they were shirtless teenagers, followed behind Sakakitaro to the center of the classroom, and the tables and chairs were all moved. Open, leaving a large space in the middle, a black-haired boy was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, a pained expression appeared on his bloodless face, the buttons at the neckline had been unbuttoned, and several shorts were padded under his body. Wearing her school uniform, Gan Meiya raised her brows slightly, understanding what was going on with those half-naked but shy boys. He took out a ballpoint pen, casually coiled his long hair at the back of his head, tied it in a bun, and asked, "Did you call an emergency?"

"The ambulance is on its way," Sakakitaro replied.

Gan Meiya put her fingers on the boy's wrist and stopped talking.

There was a dead silence in the music classroom.

Beads of sweat condensed on Gan Meiya's forehead and dripped on the young man's wrist. Gan Meiya let go of her fingers, and the tense look on her face eased a little. She wiped off the sweat on her wrist and looked up at the young man. Sakaki Taro: "Is his medicine on him?"

Sakaki Taro was taken aback, then looked up at the student.

One of the teenagers huddled in the corner shouted: "Ah Xin's medicine is in the classroom, I'll get it." When he jumped out, he found that he was still shirtless, and quickly covered his chest with his hands, feeling a little embarrassed looked around.

"I'll go get his schoolbag." A girl with a reddish complexion said, before Sakaki Taro could make a statement, she had already rushed out of the music classroom.

"How is it?" Sakakitaro looked away, looked at Kanmiya, and asked softly.

"There is no testing equipment, and I don't know the specific cause of the disease. I can only see what kind of medicine he is taking." Gan Meiya replied in a low voice, "Although the heart rate is slower than ordinary people, it is still within the normal range. Internal medicine, others, you can’t check until you are in the hospital.” I hope it’s not the kind of disease she thought.

But sometimes, the more you don't want to do something, the more you want to do it.

When the girl returned to the music classroom with the schoolbag of a boy named "Ah Xin", Gan Meiya took out the medicine from the schoolbag, glanced at the name on the medicine bottle, paused her hand slightly, frowned, Pour out the dose, help the boy up, and feed the medicine and water into his mouth. After the boy swallowed the medicine and lay down again, she stood up, looked at the instructions on the medicine bottle, and sighed softly. tone.

"Is it serious?" Sakakitaro took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Kanmei.

Gan Meiya took it with her hand, wiped the sweat off her face, and said softly: "There are many types of congenital heart disease. Unfortunately, he is the more complicated one."

Sakaki Taro's face darkened slightly, and he stopped talking.

The author has something to say: There are a lot of medical terminology here, which may not be perfect or full of loopholes, but please forgive me

PS: Meiya’s cooking skills are not very good. The only thing that can cook delicious food is instant noodles. I will explain it in the following article. It can be said that Meiya belongs to the kind of kitchen pollution. "In the article, Meiya can cook, that is under the guidance of the supervisor.