Celebrity ex-girlfriend got revenge on me

Chapter 498 Dark Fried Rice

Second floor of a luxury apartment building.

Kento Kitahara took out the key given to her by Ms. Takeshita, unlocked the door and entered.

Amamiya Masahira was sitting in a wheelchair with no strength. When she heard Kitahara Kento coming home, she turned around and said to him listlessly, "I'm hungry." like a hungry kitten begging for food from its owner.

Kitahara Kento hung his coat on the hanger and asked in doubt, "Didn't I leave food for you this morning?"

The little homegirl Amamiya tilted her head slightly and muttered quietly, "The plate fell off the table by itself."

The plate "fell" off the table by itself. Kitahara Kento was speechless for a moment, thinking that she probably didn't hold the plate firmly and broke it by accident.

"You won't call Sister Qian and ask her to cook for you." He said as he opened the refrigerator.

"The call didn't go through." Amamiya Masahira said listlessly.

Kitahara Kento was speechless, thinking that Ms. Takeshita had deliberately refused to answer the call. She really was giving up on Amamiya Masahira and leaving it entirely to him to take care of.

Before going to school in the morning, he steamed rice and there was half a pot left. Kitahara Kento looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, thinking about what to cook.

Amemiya Masahira also squeezed in on a wheelchair, took a look at the dazzling array of refrigerators, then looked at Kitahara and said listlessly, "The sooner the better."

Kitahara Kento glanced at the little homegirl in the wheelchair, took out corn kernels, carrots and eggs from the refrigerator, and walked to the kitchen counter.

He cracked three eggs, separated the egg yolk and egg liquid, beat them well, and then cut the carrots into small pieces.

Seeing Kitahara busying himself behind the kitchen counter and having nothing to do, Amemiya Masahiro couldn't help but drive his wheelchair over and sit beside him to watch him.

There was a wheelchair blocking the middle of the road, making it inconvenient to walk and very obstructive. Kitahara Kento reluctantly put down his knife and pushed it out for her.

"The kitchen is full of fumes. Why are you coming in?"

"I'll take a look, okay? I can cook, too."

"You sit outside and watch. Stay away and be careful not to get splashed by oil."

".What do you cook?"

"Fried rice. It will be ready in ten minutes. Just a simple snack to fill your stomach and then another meal tonight."

Sitting in a wheelchair, the view was too low, so Amamiya Masahira had to stretch his neck to look.

She watched Kitahara Kento cut carrots and thought it would be too tiring to watch him cook while sitting in a wheelchair, so she drove her wheelchair to get the crutches from the sofa.

After using a crutch to support himself and finally becoming more flexible, Amamiya Masahira walked to the refrigerator and opened the door.

"What are you doing?" Kitahara Kento asked in surprise.

"Of course I'll help you." The little homegirl Amamiya took out the ingredients one by one from the refrigerator and placed them on the kitchen counter.

Kitahara Kento looked at it with an hesitation, wondering what kind of weird things these people were.

“What are you doing with cherry tomatoes?”

Amamiya Masahira said as a matter of course: "Dishes, don't you know how?"

Kitahara Kento was silent for a moment. It was the first time he heard that making fried rice with egg had to be served with cherry tomatoes.

Before I knew it, the kitchen counter was already filled with cherry tomatoes, beans, mushrooms, fish, squid and kelp.

Kitahara Kento stared at these strange things for a while, then looked up at Amemiya Masahira.

"So it's you." He thought to himself.

The dark fried rice that his daughter had been talking about turned out to be the work of Amamiya Otaku.

"What's wrong? You don't know how to do it? I can teach you." Amamiya Masahira was eager to try.

Kitahara Kento remained silent, feeling somewhat hesitant.

His daughter had spoiled the story for him several times, saying that someone in the future would teach him to make fried rice that was truly a dark dish - carrots, corn kernels, cherry tomatoes, beans, mushrooms, fish, squid legs, kelp and other strange things all fried in one pot, and just thinking about it made him feel vivid - he was hesitating, should he do his best to prevent the dark fried rice from appearing, or should he obey history and become an accomplice of Amamiya Masahira and see the "true face of Mount Lu".

After thinking for five seconds, Kitahara Kento was more curious about the dark fried rice that Hanatani was thinking about, so he stepped aside to give Amemiya the little otaku room to stand over.

"Teach me." He began to ask, "How do we deal with these things?"

Amamiya Masahira came up with a cane and stood beside him, making up a recipe on the spot while teaching: "Wash them, cut them into small pieces, and throw them into the pan to fry." "Don't fry the cherry tomatoes, just use them to decorate the dish."

"This is a really easy-to-understand tutorial." Kitahara Kento was in a dilemma and couldn't help but offer a suggestion: "Before frying the kelp, squid legs and beans, boil them in hot water for a while. It's best to blanch the mushrooms as well."

Amamiya Masahira thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he said, "Of course. You are in charge of controlling the pot, and I will add ingredients for you."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Amemiya Masahira looked expectant and gently pushed his arm.

Boil a pot of hot water and blanch the ingredients until they are 70% cooked. Kitahara Kento glanced at the eager Amamiya girl beside him and gritted his teeth and heated the oil in the pot.

He had no idea how he had dared to agree to be the on-site guide for making fried rice in the first week, and what the scene was like. Anyway, now, facing those bowls of strange ingredients, he felt a huge pressure.

First, fry the egg whites, put them on a plate, and then put the rice covered with egg liquid into the pot. He held the spatula and didn't stir it for a few times. The rice was still sticky and didn't fall apart. The assistant, Amamiya Masahira, sprinkled the beans in the bowl into the pot.

Kitahara Kento turned his head and looked. The corners of Amamiya's mouth were raised with a smile, as if she was in a very good mood at the moment.

Noticing that Kitahara Kento was not making a fuss and was looking at her, Amamiya Masahira asked in surprise, "Is there a problem?"

What else could Kitahara Kento say? He retracted his gaze and said, "No problem, the cooperation is very good."

Ten minutes later, the gas stove was turned off with a click. A large pot of sticky, colorful, oddly shaped, and uniquely smelling fried rice came out of the pot steaming hot and was served on a plate.

Amemiya Masahira frowned as she watched, it was quite different from what she had imagined.

She let go of her crutches, used one foot to maintain her balance, took a fruit knife, cut a few cherry tomatoes in half, and began to arrange the dishes carefully.

Kitahara Kento wanted to tell her, "Even if you put a hundred cherry tomatoes, the taste will still be the same."

He had indeed done his best with this large plate of oddly shaped fried rice, at least to ensure that it was cooked in one pot and would not kill people.

As for what his daughter once said, "Dad can swallow it without changing his expression, and doesn't think it tastes bad at all", Kitahara Kento looked at this large plate of sticky, weird-shaped, and unique-smelling egg fried rice and really didn't think that this dish of stuff could be anything but "not bad".

Kitahara Kento took the spoon and took the plate away from the little girl Amamiya without waiting for her to figure out how to arrange the food to make it taste better. He then helped her, who had difficulty moving, to sit at the dining table.

"Try it." He handed the spoon to Amamiya Masahira.

Seeing Kitahara Kento sitting indifferently on the chair, Amamiya Masahira asked with a spoon in hand: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Kitahara Kento had no appetite for this dish, and after a moment of hesitation he asked, "Do you think it will taste good?"

"It shouldn't be that bad, right?" Amemiya Masahira said softly, scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Kitahara Kento felt ashamed inside, because looking at her expression, it seemed that she really didn't think the fried rice would be bad.

Just as the spoon touched her lips, she suddenly remembered something and looked up at Beiyuan.

"What's wrong? Do you need others to feed you?" asked Kitahara Kento.

"Who are you treating as a child?" Amemiya Masahira muttered, and scooped up another spoonful, this time even adding half a cherry tomato he had cut himself. He stood up with the help of the table, and reached out to feed Kitahara Kento.

"Ah, open your mouth." Amamiya Masahira tilted her slightly red cheek and whispered, "Thank the chef, you take the first bite."

Kitahara Kento looked at the spoon that was brought to his mouth, then looked at Amamiya Masahira who stood up to feed him. After a slight hesitation, he had to bite the bullet and open his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Amamiya Masahira asked immediately. She had high expectations for this fried rice that Kitahara Kento personally cooked, with her as the instructor.

Kitahara Kento chewed slowly. The taste was not as bad as he had imagined, but it was not great either. If the rice could be fried so that each grain was distinct and not sticky, it would be surprisingly edible.

Amamiya Masahira, who was still standing, asked, "How is it?"

".It's quite delicious." Kitahara Kento commented awkwardly.

"I knew it." Amemiya Masahira sat down with a proud mood, scooped a spoonful for himself and put it into his mouth.

However, as soon as she put it in her mouth and chewed it twice, she immediately frowned.

"How is it?" This time it was Kitahara Kento who asked her.

Amemiya Masahira held the spoon and frowned as he struggled with the fried rice in his mouth. He opened his mouth with difficulty to subdue it and swallow it.

".It's delicious."