Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 366 365 Real Shrimp Head

Shen Lan knew very well that Xu Zhe's mother didn't like her very much, but she didn't expect that such an oolong would happen to his father today.

Of course Xu Guowei didn't say anything, and Xu Zhe also said that his father was not so petty, but there was a layer of suspicion, and it was difficult for the girl involved to be completely reassured.

So in the morning before noon, when Song Xingye rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, Shen Lan also volunteered to help.

"Don't you know how to cook?" Xu Zhe couldn't help but ask.

Shen Lan explained in a low voice: "I'm a little embarrassed to sit with your parents. I'm looking for something to do. Besides, Xingye behaves so sensible, and I also..."

Xu Zhe was a little surprised: "You still care about this?"

"Because they are your parents. Okay, you hold them both steady while I go to the kitchen to take a look."

After saying that, Shen Lan walked into the kitchen.

At this time, Tang Lingfei was chatting with Xu Zhe's parents, talking about the hard work behind singing and releasing an album. In the kitchen, only Song Xingye was busy.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Shen Lan asked loudly.

Song Xingye turned around and glanced, a little surprised: "Sister Lan, can you cook?"

Shen Lan said calmly: "I haven't done it but I can learn. Whatever you are doing, I will help you."

Song Xingye: "Oh, I'm killing shrimps."

Shen Lan: "Do you still need to kill yourself?"

Song Xingye: "Because I bought fresh shrimps."

Shen Lan looked at the basin on the table. There is no water in the basin, but many large shrimps crowded together. At first glance, there must be at least ten or more, but it is difficult to count the exact number at a glance.

Song Xingye was holding a shrimp in his hand. The originally curled body of the shrimp was almost straightened by her, and its length almost caught up with the girl's hand.

I saw Song Xingye picked up the scissors with his other hand, cut off the shrimp head with a "click", and then put the decapitated shrimp body into a small bowl, and the shrimp body was cut vertically, and then Pick out a thin thread.

"The heads of the shrimp are used to fry the shrimp oil, and the body of the shrimp needs to be cut first before picking out the shrimp threads. This will make it easier to make braised prawns later. Do you want to try it?"

"This one……"

Shen Lan swallowed. She found that when she was decapitating the prawn with scissors, classmate Song Xingye's expression did not change at all, as if she was just cutting paper. But the prawn in this quiet girl's hand was clearly struggling hard!

Even if the head of that poor shrimp was removed, it seemed that it was not completely dead, and its little feet were still moving. But Song Xingye didn't seem to care about the shrimp's struggle at all, and casually cut off all the feet.

Shen Lan asked softly: "Are you experienced in doing this?"

songs Find another job."

Shen Lan: "What kind of job do you want to change?"

Song Xingye: "Wait a moment, I'll finish these things first."

Shen Lan watched her move. Those white and delicate hands tightly grasped the next prawn, closed the scissors, and beheaded it again... For some reason, I suddenly felt a chill on my back.

Isn't this shrimp killing action too skillful?

But unlike many other girls, Shen Lan does not have the character to shrink back when encountering any difficulties, especially in front of a love rival. Besides, isn't it just a matter of holding on tight and just cutting it and it's done? What's there to be afraid of?

So Shen Lan said: "It doesn't matter, let me try. Leave this to me, and you can do other things."

Song Xingye: "Really?"

"Yeah, no problem."

So Shen Lan took the scissors and stood in front of the basin with shrimps.

Song Xingye gave up his position, moved two steps to the side, washed his hands, and started chopping vegetables.

After taking a look at the way other people cut vegetables, Shen Lan became more and more convinced that it was okay to kill the shrimps, but to cut the ginger shreds so evenly, it was impossible for a kitchen novice like herself to do it.

Take a deep breath, hold the scissors in your right hand, and catch the shrimp with your left hand. But Shen Lan just put her left hand into the basin, and as soon as she touched a shrimp, she felt the vigorous vitality - the little thing twitched suddenly, and the shrimp's head even hit the basin, making a crisp sound. .

Her left hand retracted as if she was electrocuted.

Song Xingye glanced at her.

Shen Lan noticed that there was no teasing or ridicule in the eyes of her love rival, but a light calmness that made it impossible to see any extra emotion.

She gritted her teeth, reached out and grabbed a shrimp again, and caught it forcefully.

However, between her two fingers, the shrimp jumped again and became so slippery that she could not catch it at all.

The shrimp fell to the floor.

But before it could continue its escape show, another girl's hand grabbed the shrimp, held it firmly, and handed it to Shen Lan.

Song Xingye said calmly: "I've got it, you can use the scissors."

"Uh, okay..."

Shen Lan grabbed the wrist of her little rival in love with her left hand, and held the scissors in her right hand. She aimed at the shrimp's head, clicked it, and finally decapitated it successfully.

Song Xingye held a small bowl in his other hand, just in time to catch the falling shrimp heads.

Then she added: "Otherwise, leave this to me, and you can do something else. Peel the garlic, okay?"

Shen Lan: "Okay..."

The two girls separated their hands and changed positions in the kitchen. Song Xingye continued to process live shrimps, while Shen Lan peeled garlic.

As Shen Lan peeled it off, she secretly thought about the moment just now. When she grabbed Song Xingye's wrist, she felt that the other person's arm was very thin from the wrist to the wrist, but it was very tight when she exerted force.

This seemingly quiet and slender girl may not be as weak as she thinks.

Shen Lan glanced quietly again.

Song Xingye is still the same, holding the shrimp in one hand and scissors in the other, doing everything from beheading to picking out the shrimp thread in one go. And there was no hint of forbearance on that delicate and delicate face, as if this was not killing at all, and there was no psychological pressure at all...

Then Shen Lan felt a little psychologically stressed.

After Song Xingye finished processing all the shrimps, he sprinkled some pepper, salt, and cooking wine, and then said: "Marinate it briefly like this to remove the fishy smell. By the way, you can cut or pat the garlic when you peel it. , will peel better.”

Shen Lan: "You want to teach me cooking skills?"

Song Xingye: "Don't you want to learn?"

Shen Lan sighed: "You can try to learn it, but I really don't seem to have any talent in this area."

Song Xingye smiled and said: "I don't have any talent. Xu Zhe taught me, and I learned on my own online. In fact, it's not too difficult. Just do it more and you'll be proficient."

Then the girl picked up the kitchen knife and skillfully cut the radish.

Shen Lan looked at it and suddenly said: "I think you are quite talented in cooking, especially..."

Song Xingye: "What in particular?"

Shen Lan shook her head: "Nothing."

She wanted to say, 'Especially when using a knife,' but the words reached her lips and did not come out.

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(End of this chapter)