They Gather Here

He came to the school entrance, put the indoor shoes back in the cabinet, and stepped on his sneakers.

This dual-purpose action is very common, but he didn't expect his feet to feel cold, and he fell directly, and the indoor shoes in his hand flew, smashing his head and face.

First reaction: My indoor shoes stink!

Second reaction: Whose prank is this Nima?

Luo Zhen emptied the sneakers under his feet, only to hear the sound of "Gada", and the key of the home economics classroom fell out of it.

It could only be Yukinoshita's fault.

Thinking of this, he patted the dust off his buttocks and stood up, looking around.

At the same time, "噗嗤!" A chuckle came into his ears.

Sure enough it was her.

Standing behind a pillar, the girl leaned out half of her body, covering her lips and sniggering as if she had succeeded in a prank. She looked very cute.

Luo Zhen rolled his eyes: "Society activities?"

"Eh?" Yukinoshita showed an artificially surprised expression, "Did someone talk just now?"

"It's me, it's me!"

"It always feels 'buzzing', so strange."

It really seems to describe some kind of flying insect...

It's been a long time since I heard Yukinoshita's poisonous tongue, Luo Zhen misses it a little bit, longing to be crazily exported.

But he quickly regained his senses, shook his head and cleared the missing things out of his mind, and said, "The key is not a love letter, just give it to me."

Hearing the word "love letter", Yukinoshita's face turned slightly red.

She stared fiercely, without giving any response, and walked straight towards the school gate.

However, the meaning is already obvious——

Club activities continue.

Even though he knew he was alone, Luo Zhen still changed back to his indoor shoes and sent a message to Chitanda. That girl is the only one who can scream right now.

The girl's reply came quickly.

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Saint Eru:

I'll be right there, just run!

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This girl is too serious.

Even through the screen, Luo Zhen seemed to be able to see the other party's clenched fists, cheering secretly, and almost laughed out loud.

Without thinking about it, he set off in the direction of the home economics classroom.

At the beginning of July, although it is not enough to be called "hot summer", the singing of cicadas can already be heard.

They are sent into the eaves with the hot wind, echoing among the stone pillars, followed by the chants of sports clubs, and the voice of Ayaka Totsuka encouraging the members can be vaguely recognized: "Everyone work hard to complete today There are rewards for the task~"

Who would have thought that once these words came out, "fighting~fighting~" would become disorganized.

……

"I want to see the president in a maid outfit!"

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

"The president is mine!"

……

Why do you feel that the current situation of the tennis club is more worrying than that of the neighborhood committee?

On a hot day, Luo Zhen shivered abruptly.

He hurriedly walked through the atrium into the special building, went up two floors, and bumped into Chitanda who was running towards him at the corner.

The girl squatted on her buttocks, muttering "pain pain pain..." like a daredevil.

Fortunately, this is not an anime, nothing happened that violated the common sense of physics and couldn't hold down Newton's coffin board——

Gravity makes the skirt hang down naturally, and nothing can be seen.

Luo Zhen stretched out his hand and pulled him up.

Chitanda stretched her wrists and ankles to make sure there was nothing wrong, then asked, "Senior Luo, are there just the two of us?"

Luo Zhen nodded.

The girl's mood instantly turned melancholy.

It can be seen that the girl blamed herself a little and took what happened yesterday to herself.

Luo Zhen wanted to say something to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, so he turned around and walked to the front of the classroom, and opened the door with a key.

Chitanda entered the room listlessly, and sat down on the seat with a tired expression.

"Didn't eat well?" Luo Zhen asked.

"Huh?" Qian Fantian was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Uh...uh...right."

"Although it's just the two of us, it's better to continue the club activities. What do you want to eat?"

"I don't have anything in particular to eat."

Chitanda pressed her forehead against the table to cool down.

Summer is here, the weather is very hot, people are easily tired and have no appetite, this is normal.

There is even "summer anorexia" in the medical field, which refers to the baby's loss of appetite, loss of appetite, and even the normal meals that he usually likes to eat.

Having said that, curious babies should also be counted in the category of "babies".

Luo Zhen wanted to laugh a little.

"Then I'll decide the recipe myself." He said, "I'll make a personal order for you."

"Thank you, Senior Luo." Chitanda nodded.

Luo Zhen stood in front of the cooking counter, took out skim milk, fresh ginger, and an electronic food thermometer from the refrigerator.

Seeing him using such a trendy instrument for the first time, Chitanda subconsciously leaned over.

I saw that Luo Zhen found white sugar, mixed it according to the ratio of 100:8, heated it, and then inserted an electronic food thermometer into the milk pot to control the temperature at 65°C.

At this moment, he beckoned to Chitanda: "Help me peel the ginger, put it in the microwave for a while, and squeeze it into juice."

It was a simple job, so Chitanda did it right away, pouring the ginger juice into the bowl when she was done.

The next step is the most important -

Pour the mixture of skimmed milk and sugar into the ginger juice from a certain height without stirring.

Luo Zhen's operation is flawless.

The trickle of milk flows from top to bottom, the flow is slow but uninterrupted. The moment it enters the ginger juice, there is no splash, but it blends with each other to form a yellow-white mixture, which is very beautiful.

After pouring it in, he put the milk pot aside and waited quietly for it to solidify.

At this time, the curious baby couldn't help asking: "Senior Luo, what kind of food is this?"

"Ginger milk." Luo Zhen replied, "It is a special traditional dessert snack in the Pearl River Delta region of Guangdong."

"There are only three ingredients: ginger, milk, and sugar. It's amazing."

"The simpler the more difficult, even in the local area, there are not many stores in Jiangchuangniu that do well, and even the old stores in Guangzhou cannot guarantee 100% reliability. It all depends on the luck of the day. This is what I want to use for electronic food. The reason for the thermometer."

"why?"

"There is gelling in molecular cooking techniques, that is, solidification. Ginger bumping milk is actually the application of this technique. In industrial products, it is usually something like rennet that provides the coagulation effect, while ginger bumping milk Here, ginger plays this role, but the protease it contains can only work between 60-65°C."

"Well……"

Chitanda's grades are good, and chemistry is no problem, but when it comes to this kind of field application, she still gets confused.

She pinched the ends of her hair, dazed.

Luo Zhen smiled and said: "Anyway, you should try it first~"

The girl nodded and leaned over.

I saw that the ginger milk in the bowl had solidified, it was as white as tofu, but it was infinitely more delicate, and its smooth surface could even reflect the girl's flushed cheeks.

It's just that a bowl of milk collided with ordinary ginger juice can become as gorgeous as curdled cream?

Just by looking at the appearance, you can tell that it is very delicious.

"Use a wooden spoon." Luo Zhen reminded.

Can't use metal cutlery?

Unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of talks.

Chitanda followed the remonstrance and said in a low voice, "I'm starting~", then scooped up a piece with a wooden spoon and put it into his mouth.

It was so delicious too.

Ginger milk is like a magical dessert. The rich milky aroma and ginger aroma are combined. The sweetness is slightly spicy, and it feels comfortable and moist in the stomach.

Moreover, the aftertaste is very strong, and the mellow and smooth taste is unforgettable. It is not only a delicious dessert, but also full of ghostly allure.

Chitanda moved the spoon more and more frequently.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the entire bowl was eaten, and the girl's whole body became hot and smooth.

one word—

Cool!

She let out a long breath of satisfaction: "Thank you for the hospitality~"

Luo Zhen smiled: "How do you feel?"

"Delicious." Chitanda replied.