I just want to live in peace, I refuse to fall in love

Chapter 142 Then I Want To Try It!

"Oops, things are going to burn!" Xiangzi hurriedly turned off the fire. Whether it was white radish or carrot, all the white radish and carrot in the pot had now turned into black radish.

Looking at the blackened radish in the pot, Xiangzi's little face darkened.

After spending a lot of effort to use a spatula to remove all the radish stuck to the bottom of the pot, Xiangzi put the dark mass into a bowl.

"It's okay. Even if the color turns darker, it shouldn't affect the value of the ingredients themselves. Besides, if it can be used as a soup base, it should be fine!"

Xiangzi glanced at the dark mass in the bowl, comforted herself optimistically, and continued to focus on the recipe.

"Add water to the pot, add the clams, bring to a boil, then turn down the heat and continue cooking for 3 minutes while skimming off the foam."

Xiangzi took out a pot for making soup from the cabinet, put it under the faucet and filled most of the pot of water, then took the clams out of the basin and put them in.

I walked out of the kitchen and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in the living room. It was now six thirty-three.Xiangzi started a 33-minute countdown.

Will Onisan wake up?

Xiangzi quietly walked over and took a look, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her eyes were closed and she was still sleeping. Otherwise, wouldn't she have caught herself making breakfast?I was still thinking of giving him a surprise.

It was so tiring to cook. Xiangzi looked at Shirakawa Kazuya sleeping soundly, and she also leaned on the sofa, thinking about taking a short rest. Looking up at the ceiling, Xiangzi felt a touch of warmth in her heart.

It turns out that cooking is such a hard job. Onisan gets up early every morning to make breakfast for himself. From time to time, he also has to work in an izakaya to make money by cooking for many customers. It is really hard work!

Hey, maybe Ounisang didn't have to work so hard in the first place, and it was just because I had to raise one more that I worked so hard to make money!

Mom and Dad are also serious. The money that is transferred to the card every month is based on the minimum living standard of Kuyama Town, right?The big city of Fukuoka is very different from the small village where we live. I really don’t know if they did it on purpose.

Thinking of this, Xiangzi felt a little sad.Her parents seemed to have a very serious patriarchal mentality. Although they were not as bad to her as in the TV series, they didn't seem to be any better. In her heart, she has always been regarded as a neither big nor small person. The pimple is stuck there.

Come on, Xiangzi, study hard, strive to grow up early, and then go out independently from home.When you can make money in the future, you don’t have to worry about other people’s feelings. You can give your parents a little money every month as a living guarantee. If you can, try not to go back!

Speaking of home, the small house where Onisan and I live now feels more like home.I don’t know how long this wonderful state will last. Shirakawa Kazuya will graduate in two and a half years. His plan is to go to university in Tokyo. I was still in high school at that time, what should I do?Will he live alone?Or will you return to Kuyama Town?
"Hey." Xiangzi lamented that the future was confused and moved her eyes to the clock on the wall.

"Six-fifty." Xiangzi smiled and turned her gaze to the drizzle outside the window.

A plastic bag was blown up by the wind, circled a few times outside the window and flew to other places before disappearing.

"Six fifty?!" She jumped up from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen, even one of her slippers escaped.

The lid of the pot floated from time to time, and some water overflowed from the pot, pouring on the flames on the stove, making a "sizzling" sound.

After hurriedly turning the knob, Xiangzi opened the lid of the pot, and a stream of hot white steam rushed out and hit her face.

"Ahem, cough! It's over, the water is almost dry." Xiangzi waved her hands to disperse the heat.She hesitated and then added a large spoonful of cold water to bring the water level back to its original height.

"Wait until all the clams open, add shredded ginger, and cook for another 5 minutes." The recipe was placed relatively close and was slightly moistened by the spilled water. Xiangzi turned a page and continued to follow the instructions above.

This time she learned to be smart, she didn't dare to take a step away from the pot, and counted silently for three hundred seconds in her heart, and then proceeded to the next step.

"Finally, pour the fried carrots and white radish into the soup, then add an appropriate amount of salt to season, and it's ready to serve."

good!It's all finally coming to an end!
Xiangzi happily poured the dark radish balls in the bowl into the pot, and then found a jar with white particles in it among the bottles and jars.

"What's the appropriate amount? Forget it, just pour a little in."

Xiangzi couldn't figure out why the recipe didn't clearly state the specific grams, but insisted on using words like "appropriate amount" and "a little" instead.

She picked up the jar, tilted it downward slowly, and shook her fingers to let some of the white particles inside fall out, but her fingers twitched and poured a large amount directly in.

"It's done, it seems a bit too much. Add some water to reduce the concentration."

Xiangzi put down the jar, ran outside and came over with a hot water bottle, pouring some hot water into it.

"Huh, it should be almost done." Xiangzi looked around with satisfaction, but was soon stunned again.

Why is there another one that looks the same next to the jar of white pellets?Isn’t it sugar that I added?

She hesitantly picked up the jar just now, put it under her nose and smelled it. There was no smell. She could only twist a little bit with her fingers and put it into her mouth. The sweet taste melted on the tip of her tongue, but it did not bring happiness to Xiangzi. a feeling of.

"It's over. The recipe says to put salt, but I put sugar. What should I do?" There were beads of sweat on Xiangzi's forehead. Why is it so difficult to cook a dish by yourself?Am I really a fool?
"Forget it, the difference between adding sugar and salt is probably just a saltier or sweeter taste. Onisan probably won't mind it, so let's leave it at that!" Xiangzi quickly convinced herself, turned off the fire, and walked out of the kitchen. .

Maybe it was because he was too tired, or maybe it was because the sound of wind and rain outside helped him sleep. Shirakawa Kazuya slept soundly today. He didn't even get up early as usual, but was woken up by Xiangzi.

"Onisan, wake up quickly, get up."

Shirakawa Kazuya slowly opened his eyes, and Xiangzi's slightly sweaty face came into view.

"Xiangzi, why did you get up so early today?" Shirakawa Kazuya asked with a smile, and slowly sat up.

"I made breakfast, Ounisang, get up and try it."

"So powerful? Then I want to taste it." Shirakawa Kazuya stuffed the quilt into the closet, washed briefly, and walked into the kitchen with anticipation.

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