All the stars are my defeats

Chapter 28 Lesson 28 The Kitchen Bomb
Mei Yan took a bite of Ying Jiao's Yangchun noodles.

The taste is very good.

It's not just something that's just fancy, fancy but useless.

"Very good," Mei Yan put down the bowl and wiped her mouth gracefully, "You have passed, classmate Ying Jiao."

"Thank you, teacher."

As soon as Mei Yan left, Ying Jiao began to eat noodles with peace of mind.

suddenly.

"Zi-bang!"

The pan at the cooking counter next door exploded.

Fortunately, classmate Xiao Ji hid quickly, so the explosion did not affect him at all.

On the contrary, Mei Yan, who had just left here a few steps, was taken aback.

"What happened?!" she exclaimed.

For the sake of safety, Mei Yan specially chose the safest noodle teaching today. The seasoning is very simple, and the cooking of the noodle is also very simple: once the water is boiled, put it in the bottom, and then scoop it out when the noodle is cooked.

The whole process is completely safe!
In addition to the difficulty of rolling the noodles, this class is just as good as hands.

In the past, even the students with the worst hands-on ability could cook a pot of mush without worrying about any physical dangers.

but now--

She Mei Yan has been teaching for more than [-] years, and finally met a student who can cook noodles!

She quickly walked to Ji Hanyu's cooking table.

The pan on the countertop was still frying.

Mei Yan took a look and was shocked: "Why is your pot full of oil?!"

Ji Hanyu: "Oil?"

Ying Jiao could see a trace of bewilderment from his indifferent face.

Obviously, he didn't know that what he poured into the pot and burned was oil.

Mei Yan was a little overwhelmed, "It's my fault." She shouldn't have put something so "dangerous! Dangerous!" on the cooking table.

But who would have known that someone would cook noodles and add oil?
This isn't a kitchen killer anymore, it's a kitchen bomb!
Thinking that she would have to teach this group of people for another school year, Mei Yan felt her temples throbbing.

"Let's turn off the fire quickly, teacher?" Ying Jiao reminded.

"exactly!"

Mei Yan quickly took out the controller and turned off the fire on Ji Hanyu's cooking table.

When the oil temperature gradually comes down, the frying pan will stop.

Mei Yan caressed her heart, looked at Ji Hanyu and suggested earnestly: "Student Ji Hanyu, why don't you...you should transfer to another class? The teacher can help you connect with other elective courses."

While Mei Yan was talking, Ying Jiao saw Ji Hanyu's lips pursed slightly - it was obvious that he didn't want to transfer.

You should be proud, too.

Xiao Ji likes food very much. Before, he took every meal seriously and enjoyed it very much.

But in this situation, it is not good for him to stay.

Ji Hanyu opened his mouth and was about to say "yes".

Ying Jiao said in time, "Teacher, let Xiao Ji form a team with me! I'm not bad at crafting, so I'll take him along."

Mei Yan had just eaten Ying Jiao's hand-rolled noodles, and knew that this classmate had two brushes.

She should be able to move this... right?

Mei Yan thought about it, it was really not good to ask students to transfer classes on the first day of class.

And this is Ji Ershao...

The Ji family's army had saved her life, so she absolutely had to show face.

then……

"Okay." Mei Yan agreed, then turned to ask Ji Hanyu, "Student Ji Hanyu, would you like to be in the same group as Ying Jiao?"

"Ah."

Ji Hanyu nodded slightly, accepting Ying Jiao's shelter.

"Okay, I'm fine, teacher." Ying Jiao served Ji Hanyu a bowl of noodles, "Try Xiao Ji, this is your homework for this class."

Her homework = classmate Xiao Ji's homework = completed.

No problem!
Mei Yan pretended not to see anything, and saw that there were Yangchun noodles in Ji Hanyu's bowl, so she passed his class assessment.

This is just an elective course for her, so it's okay to ask for a little relaxation!

——Mei Yan comforted herself like this.

After Ji Hanyu ate the noodles, she consciously tidied up the stove and washed the dishes.

Ying Jiao asked him: "How is it, classmate Xiao Ji, is this side okay?"

Ji Hanyu, who was washing dishes, lowered her eyes, "Yes."

He answered lightly.

It's actually delicious.

Although the taste of this noodle is simple, it tastes delicious.

It's one of the best noodles he's ever had.

"How about it, do you want another bowl?" Ying Jiao took out the puff from the oven and asked while squeezing the dessert filling into the puff.

Hearing her say to have another bowl, Ji Hanyu was a little moved.

"it is good……"

He was not polite.

Anyway...anyway, Ying Jiao was used to it when he treated guests before.

So they are meal friends and can eat each other's food.

"Then wait a minute, I'll get down after I finish this."

"it is good."

After Ji Hanyu finished washing the dishes, he began to wipe the cooking table again, "What are you?" He asked.

"Caramel almond puffs."

At this point, Ying Jiao has finished filling the filling and is processing the caramel on the outer shell.

She dipped the melted caramel on the outside of the puff, then coated the unset caramel with sliced ​​almonds.

Sweet caramel and crispy almond slices, you can tell that this thing is delicious!

Ji Hanyu just glanced at it, and was so fascinated that she couldn't take her eyes away.

Ying Jiao, who was handling the puffs, noticed his eyes, and casually picked up a puff that had cooled down and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hmm~"

"How is it? Is it delicious, classmate Xiao Ji?"

delicious.

Ji Hanyu ate the crispy almonds, the sweet shell, and the soft, delicate, silky filling in one bite.

Chew the puffs in your mouth carefully and swallow them slowly.

After eating, he couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly to savor the taste.

Caramelized Almond Puffs - delicious!
Seeing that he liked it so much, Ying Jiao packed a box and handed it to him, "Take it home for you to eat, I've made a lot."

"thanks……"

Ji Hanyu who got the puff was very happy.

"Give it to the teacher, student Ying Jiao?" Mei Yan stretched out her hand like a ghost.

"Okay, teacher."

Ying Jiao handed her the plate.

Mei Yan tasted one with a little restraint, then picked up the box next to it, "Student Ying Jiao, give the teacher a box too?"

"……Can."

Ying Jiao packed another box for Mei Yan.

Mei Yan happily left with a box of puffs.Seeing this, Ying Jiao secretly rejoiced: Fortunately, she eats a lot, and when she cooks, she always makes ample portions.

Otherwise, these puffs today would not be for Senior Sister Sheng Ling.

After packing the puffs, Ying Jiao ordered two more bowls of noodles.

Xiao Ji's portion is taken according to his appetite, to ensure that he can just eat the second portion, and the rest is hers.

There are many.

She won't have lunch today after eating.

With 10 minutes left before the end of get out of class, Mei Yan asked all the students to come to the classroom to receive today's after-school homework - a new dish she tried - and let the self-innovation version fly.

This is what the campus forum said, the most torturous part of the cooking class.

Because these dishes are very very very unpalatable!

"After eating, write a tasting report and you can finish class." Mei Yan said, knowing that her dishes are well-known, so she specially reminded: "Don't waste food ~ everyone."

The dish number Ying Jiao received was 23.

Assignment No. 23 is a plate of blue, green and green cauliflower. The blue and green color can tell the taste is terrible just by looking at it.

Ying Jiao didn't hesitate, and finished eating in three or two bites.

Then she wrote a tasting report on the 23rd: The cauliflower was a bit overcooked, it tasted a little soft, and it was broken. It is recommended to add a little oil and salt when cooking next time, and reduce the cooking time by 1 minute...

Ying Jiao wrote about two hundred words eloquently.

submit it.

Get it done.

It's time for get out of class.

"Student Xiao Ji, I finished writing, you..."

Ying Jiao was about to ask Ji Hanyu if he wanted to go together, but when he turned around, he saw Xiao Ji staring at the egg on the plate with a vaguely terrified expression.

(End of this chapter)