My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

How to be a good girlfriend is also a new topic for Dongmei. She is also the first time she has dated. It is the first time to be a girlfriend for someone. She has no experience at all and she doesn't understand many things.

She rubbed the medals there and thought for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she thought it was a good idea to make up for the Kitahara show-mainly washing, cleaning, changing the sheets and bedding, and going to school together before and after school. Doing this can't show the importance that he is injured, and can't convey his heart. In terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, there is only one word "food" left.

There is only one question, what should I do if I can’t cook?

When she was born, her mother was cooking, and it was super delicious. Later, when her mother passed away, her father started cooking. When father fell ill, Haruna took over this important task—he was the one who made it when he was free. Haruna helped him, and when Kitahara was not free, the whole family counted on Haruna to eat.

Of course, she didn’t know how to do it at all. She also learned things like cooking noodles and making miso soup in school, but that’s all. She didn’t even cook a complete meal before. , So it's a bit embarrassing right now.

But it doesn't matter, who is born to know everything? I can't learn it!

She started to be a family at the age of fourteen. Didn’t she know how to do nothing? She shed tears secretly after washing clothes at night, but she didn’t get through it. Now she just cooks a few meals, nothing terrible!

After thinking about it, she turned her head and said to Chuncai: "Chuncai, let me see your recipe."

Chunca raised her head when she heard the words, and asked strangely: "Sister, what do you think of that?"

She was studying the two sets of maid outfits. She thought that the clothes were really good-looking in black and white. It was a pity that the eldest sister was more traditional and staid, and she was a little bit more tempered.

"He's not injured, I want to make him something delicious." Dongmei said, sitting cross-legged, "I have been with him anyway, and I can't condone his vices, but I still need to care about it."

The spring vegetables are not exposed on the noodles, but I am very happy. I think this is a good idea, and immediately suggested: "Then I'll make a good eldest sister and send it to him?"

Dongmei shook her head and said, "No, I want to come by myself!"

Even if she is victorious, she doesn't think she can overwhelm Hideji Kitahara in her cooking skills. She is a celebrity chef who can make an annual income of tens of millions of yen in the restaurant. You have to show your mind—the true mind is of course impossible to say, it is too shy and easy to swell the kid, but it is still okay to let him eat the true feelings from the cooking.

She is going to cook something delicious for Kitahara Hideji, so as to integrate her feelings for him, so she can't let Haruna do it, let alone let Haruna guide, otherwise Hideji Kitahara will do what if she cooks Haruna? What should I do if I can't realize my own hard work?

Haruna hesitated: "Is the eldest sister come by herself? Can this be done?" That is Dongmei. For another person, she got up with a blank face and walked away. She didn't even bother to care-it's not difficult to cook, but she can make it. It is not a simple thing for people to eat comfortable dishes. People who think that they can know it by looking at the recipe are really fools among fools.

Dongmei is full of confidence: "Of course I can do it! My grades are so good, it shows that I have a high IQ and strong learning ability, but cooking is definitely no problem! Okay, go and bring it to me!"

Haruna couldn't help but got up and took it. Dongmei began to study when she received it, waved her hand and said, "You can rest!"

"Is it really unnecessary for me to lay hands on you?"

"No, I can do it myself!" Dongmei was very stubborn, and she decided that things won't change, so she immersed herself in research. If you have the basics, cook a soup and make two side dishes, it's definitely no problem-don't ask for more deliciousness, but do your best. If the kid wants to dislike it, he will blow his head on the spot.

Haruna had no choice but to leave. First, she went to the bathroom door and knocked on the door when she heard nothing. The child was going to take a nap, and he was sleeping soundly. Today, Xia Zhi Xia Sha, who was in charge of watching him, also squeezed there to sleep—there was a welcome party at home. Thinking that these two people did not participate in the victory celebration and ran away early, these three did not know that the plan was disrupted.

Haruna walked around the house and found that she had nothing to do. Now during the summer vacation, there was really nothing to do during the day, and finally she went back to her room. She opened the closet and carefully put the two sets of maid outfits in according to Dongmei's order, and then closed the closet door, but stared at the closet door for a while, then opened the door again and took out one set.

She hesitated for a while, locked the door of the room, closed the curtains, then took off the loose home bathrobe, put on the black maid's one-piece skirt, then fastened the white apron, and wrapped the lace Fake collar, put on white stockings, fastened the garter loop, and finally turned a bun in front of the mirror, and put on the white headdress upright—she was wearing Dongmei’s suit , But she is in the third grade of middle school and is fifteen years old. She has grown a lot in a year. She is 1.5 meters tall. The clothes are a little small, but she can barely make do with it.

After dressing, she looked at herself in the mirror—the black and white maid’s clothes were very upright, the long black skirt reached her knees, and the white apron on the waist was inlaid with a little cute lace, and the waist looked very thin, as if it was folded slightly. It will be broken, and underneath are the slender legs wrapped in white stockings, and a pair of small feet looks cute by three points.

She gently tied the white ribbon on the front of her neck with a small bow, then turned around slightly, looked at the larger bow behind her waist, and then stared at her face.

There is no expression, thin eyebrows are flat, lips are flat, only the dark pupils are like a deep pool, as if they can **** all the surrounding light into the bottom.

This dress is not ugly, and it feels good to wear!

She looks much better than herself, and she should look more beautiful when she wears it. Why doesn't she like it?

what a pity!

...

Haruna is studying the maid costume, and Dongmei has already found out what kind of dishes to nourish Kitahara Hideji-dried bonito mushroom soup and char-grilled veal.

She carefully read the recipe three times and felt that the process was relatively simple, and she should be able to handle it, so she copied all the recipes down, and rushed to the kitchen.

She is in charge of the purchases in the store at home, and she often checks the refrigerator and freezer. It is not troublesome to find the ingredients. She quickly finds the ingredients, and then puts up a small apron and starts the preliminary treatment.

"300 grams of white radish cut into pieces..." She looked at the instructions on the recipe, washed a white radish and cut it with a kitchen knife.

This doesn’t bother her. After all, I have an izakaya at home. I usually watch it a lot, and it’s not a problem to chop people as an Aichi short-legged tiger. Cutting radishes is a piece of cake, "...then slice carrots, um, Soak wild dried mushrooms with some salt. What's the temperature of the water? If you don’t say anything, then use cold water, right? 150g tofu is also sliced, bonito is also sliced, shiitake mushrooms are also sliced, taro root is also sliced... It feels very simple! "

It went smoothly, Dongmei's spirit was lifted up, thinking that Hideji Kitahara's surprised expression at dinner could not help but his face blushed-when he was going to praise himself, what should he say?

"Cut, this kind of little thing, I just do it casually... It doesn't feel good, or I should say that... It's not made for you, you can just think it tastes good, it's nothing at all."

She thought about it for a while and felt a little smug. She set the pot on the stove, then looked at the recipe, and found that it said that carrots and white radish slices should be fried in sesame seeds. She immediately followed, found the sesame oil pot and began to pour oil into the pot—how much should I pour!

She hesitated to pour a little bit, thought it was a little bit less, and pour it for a while, and it felt a little more, but it should be OK, so she opened the fire, waited for the oil to start to bubble, and poured carrots and white radish slices in. With a sigh of relief, the oil began to splash out, frightening her to take a big step back-is cooking so dangerous? Is it possible to be disfigured?

She easily picked up a pan and put it in front of her face, then took the sieve and began to draw the slices of radish in the pan from a distance, and quickly glanced at the recipe—how long is it fried! Ah? Fry until it is slightly soft and shiny? This...how does this judge whether it is soft or hard?

What kind of **** recipe?

She recalled how Kitahara Hideji and Haruna used to cook before. It felt like it didn’t take too long to fry. After waiting for more than a minute, she turned off the fire and fished out the radish slices, and found that they all turned into dried radishes, one by one. They all became one by one, and the roots were like old turnips in their seventies, all wrinkled.

She hesitated to pick up one, let it cool, and tasted it. It's not soft, how hard, it still feels crunchy, and it's a bit bitter.

Isn't it a failure? You can forgive you if you fail the first time, but you can't eat it in the snow later, and you can't waste it.

She bit her head and continued to follow the steps on the recipe, and then slowly began to be confused.

A spoon and a half of salt? What unit of measurement is a spoonful? What size spoon should I use? Two tablespoons of soy sauce? Isn't the spoon and spoon the same thing? There is also a teaspoon of basil powder...what is the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?

Eh? Doesn’t it mean that the soup made from bonito is milky white? Why is it black?

This cooking needs to be carried out in two pots at the same time. She was in a hurry and started to wander around in the kitchen. By the way, she also kept reading the recipe-add some mountain root chili oil? How many are some? This **** recipe is so annoying!

Reluctantly suppressing her temper, she hurriedly went to the condiment pile and rummaged through the mountain root chili oil. When making miso soup at school, you don’t need so many condiments, just put salt, and there are hundreds of condiment bottles here...

One minute later, UU read www.uukanshu. com, she found five small glass bottles, all of which were labeled by Kitahara Hideji, and they all said "Sanne Oil", but the colors were different. Then she looked at the five bottles and started to be in a daze-why are there five? Which one should I put?

At this time, the pot boiled again, and she hurried to turn off the heat, but felt something was wrong, so she added a tablespoon of cold water, and then hesitated for a while, holding a small dish and pouring a little bit of mountain root oil to taste, deciding which flavor Whichever is better.

She smelled it first, and found that there was no smell. After hesitating, she raised her head and got bored. Then she smashed her mouth, and she didn't feel any smell. After a while, her pair of crescent eyes suddenly widened, and one pair of eyes directly protruded. When he came out, he pinched his hands directly into his neck, only to feel his throat burning.

She rushed under the water faucet, hugged the faucet and began to rinse her mouth, and then took a few more sips, feeling that it was still terribly spicy, so she simply put her small tongue out and started to rinse with the faucet...

The kitchen turned out to be such a dangerous place!

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