me and a divorced housewife

Chapter 231 Cooking
The next day, I transferred the account to that fat man, and there was not much left in the card.Oh, no, to be precise, it should be called balance.

Didn’t people say that if the amount is less than 10 yuan, it is not eligible to be called a deposit, but only a balance.

Even though Meng Tingyun vowed to pay me back soon, I still feel empty and unreliable.

Many times, people are willing to say that money is not everything.I think the person who said this probably only has a balance in the card, just for comfort, but anyone who is sober knows that in this society where money is paramount, money is omnipotent in this country where greed is obsessed.

Some people say that money can't buy health, money can't buy love, and money can't buy family affection. I can only smile back.

How can your health be protected if you have no money?If you get a serious illness and go to the hospital, you will lose your fortune.If you have no money, how can your love be guaranteed?How many girls are willing to rent a house to marry you now?Marry you when you have no money?Family?Not to mention, when you are down and down, the first thing you look down on is your relatives, except of course your parents.

So, for me, while not forgetting my original intention, I also encourage my friends to work hard to make money. At least it will bring you freedom and a sense of security.

But my sense of freedom and security has only been stored in the card for two days, and it has not been warmed up yet, and now it is all poured out.

I dragged my exhausted body back home, and when I opened the door, I found Liu Ruyue was still sitting on the sofa, and when she saw me coming in, she stood up.

I froze for a moment and found that her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

"You haven't slept all night?"

"Is everything done?" she asked me.

"It's been dealt with." I looked at her, a little moved.

She nodded, "Then I'm going to sleep."

Then she went back to the bedroom.

Looking at her back, my heart churns, it's so good to be cared about.

I was also a little tired, so I went back to the bedroom to sleep for a while, and woke up to find that it was already afternoon.

I pushed open Liu Ruyue's bedroom door, only to find that she was still asleep. It seemed that she was really tired after following me all night last night.

Looking at her not-so-elegant sleeping posture, I suddenly wanted to do something for her.

Possibly something to do?I originally planned to take her to the Maldives for a trip, but now I don't have enough money.

I suddenly had an idea, cook her a meal!

She slept like this all day without eating anything. She must be very hungry when she wakes up. It must feel good to open her eyes and see a hearty and delicious dinner in front of her.

The idea is very full, the reality is very skinny.

I can't even cook fried rice with eggs, let alone a sumptuous dinner?
But it doesn't bother me. With the development of information today, as long as there is a network, what can't be done?

I picked up my mobile phone and searched for recipes on the Internet. There are all kinds of recipes, everything is available, perfect!

Then I picked a few of Liu Ruyue's favorite dishes, and then went downstairs to the supermarket to buy vegetables and ingredients according to the recipe.

When I got the materials and washed the dishes and prepared to cook, I found it was not that simple.

First of all, I think the concept of Chinese food is very imprecise. For example, the recipe of this braised pork dish. First of all, it told me to cut the washed pork belly into pieces along the texture. I was very puzzled. Why should I follow the texture?If you just cut it out into flowers, isn’t it still a piece of pork? Could it be that after cutting along the grain, it will change from Bajie meat to Tang monk meat?Also, where do I know what a texture is?

Looking at this method again, I really don't understand why the meat should be boiled in boiling water once, then taken out and cooled in cold water, then boiled again, and cooled again?Can't it just be once?

The next thing that made me most troubled was that I couldn't figure out who the cooking ingredients were, who was who?Which is cooking wine?Which is rice wine?Which is chicken essence?Which is MSG?Which is sesame oil?Which is salad oil again?

In fact, I can read and write, but Liu Ruyue has a habit of using seasoning boxes, and all the seasonings have no labels.

But if you wake her up for consultation, it seems that there will be no such surprise feeling, and you should call her when you are done.

I had no choice but to call Monkey for help. Don't look at Monkey, who is usually a bit machismo, but he is still good at cooking, but he rarely does it.

When the monkey boy heard that I was cooking, he seemed to have heard the most amazing thing in the world.

"My God! You actually entered the kitchen! Isn't it amazing that the braised fish with couple's lungs that you usually eat is actually processed in the kitchen instead of growing on a tree?" Monkey laughed.

"Go to hell! I don't know how to cook, so I don't even have this bit of common sense?" I said.

"You can't even tell the ingredients apart, how dare you say you have common sense?"

When he was amazed, he didn't forget to taunt me, "You have degenerated like this before you got married. If you got married, wouldn't you be completely reduced to a housewife? Do you have to wash your underwear?"

I thought to myself, if I can really get this beautiful job, I would be quite happy, but unfortunately Liu Ruyue refused, but said, "You kid, stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

The monkey had no choice but to roughly describe the difference between the seasonings based on their shapes and tastes. However, when the dishes were cooked to the point of adding seasonings, I found that I still couldn’t figure it out, but I was embarrassed to ask again, so I had to rely on my feelings.I think these things should be put in all cooking, but the order is different. If so, as long as they are all put, the taste should not be much different.

The first dish was barely fried. Although the appearance was not very good, the taste was acceptable. When I was frying the second dish, when I put the fish in the oil pan, all of a sudden, the oil splashed and I was so hot. I jumped out and found that my face was also burned, and my hands were burned a lot. I resisted and continued to cook. Halfway through the frying, I don’t know why. The pot suddenly burst into flames, which shocked me. Go in!

After I frantically fried a few dishes, I felt as heroic as if I had fought a magnificent war. Although the process was difficult, fortunately there were always rewards, but when I put the spoils on the dining table At the time, I found that this thing was not the same thing as the pictures on other people’s recipes. It felt like you saw a girl with big breasts and fat buttocks on the small card in the hotel, and when you called, you found out that it was a dry and heavy makeup Like the old woman, the contrast is strong. Maybe it's the first time I do it, and I didn't master the heat well. It doesn't matter.

I took a sip, and immediately felt that my five sense organs were all squeezed together. What kind of taste is this, why is it so irritating!Why doesn't the braised pork taste the way Liu Ruyue usually cooks? Why does it have a sour taste?
I was frowning, and when I looked up, I suddenly found Liu Ruyue standing at the door of the bedroom, looking at me in surprise, wearing an apron, sitting at the dining table tasting food...

(End of this chapter)