After modification, enter the love game

He knew very well that the nurse gave in because she knew what he wanted to do.

So Jiang Mu put on an expression that looked like he had been seen through.

Laughing awkwardly.

The nurse admired the boy's embarrassed expression for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

"Forget it, forget it. That's what I said." She said generously, "There is indeed a small kitchen in the cafeteria, which is used by patients' families to cook. It has a sink and a cutting board...but not many people use that place, and those who do use it only use it to make soup. You are weak now, so be careful not to get burned. The kitchen is also quite dangerous."

"It's my nanny who cooks, not me." Jiang Mu said stubbornly.

That’s about it, he thought.

"Come on, I don't know you, do I?" The nurse rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Come on, I have nothing to do right now, I'll take you there. Do you want me to buy some raw materials for you?"

"It's okay, someone will help deliver it."

"Haha, you didn't say it was done by the nanny?"

Jiang Mu was shocked: "Sister Zhang, are you cheating me?"

"This is what adults do! You are still young!"

The nurse smirked.

...This is what adults do, "Sister" Zhang.

Jiang Mu thought.

The nurse took Jiang Mu away for ten minutes.

It was indeed a small kitchen with a dozen stoves, some of which had things stewing on them. It smelled like pork ribs, chicken legs or something.

There is a chopping board, a kitchen knife and a sink. The pot is not very big. If it really doesn't work, the frying pan in Jiang Mu's prop bar will do. It's just for practice anyway.

Except for the raw materials, everything is complete.

The nurse had left because of something. Jiang Mu leaned against the wall to catch his breath for a while and then made a phone call.

There was a voice on the other end of the line.

"put."

"How many minutes?"

"immediately."

"speed."

"climb."

Five minutes later, Li Hua pushed the door open carrying a large bag.

He stamped the snow off his feet and stretched out the plastic bag.

"This place is really hard to find. How did you find it when you have no idea where to go?"

"Some social skills of a reliable adult male... Where are the yams I want?"

"Give."

Jiang Mu took the bag.

“Wow, the quality is pretty good.”

"That's it. Who do you think I am? I'm talking about the best snow yam, freshly dug out, no more than three hours ago." Li Hua said, "You are not in good health, I will help you."

Jiang Mu, who was carrying yam, smiled and said:

"Can you do this?"

"Tsk, you can't cook, but you can do odd jobs, right? Get started!"

December is a good time to harvest yam. Cut off the roots of fresh yams, wash off the dirt, peel and cut into pieces, then fry them in a pan.

While helping Jiang Mu unpack the sugar, Li Hua leaned over to see Jiang Mu put the raw yam into the oil pan.

He asked, "We're going to fry the yams now? The temperature won't be right when we pull the sugar threads later."

Jiang Mu looked at Li Hua in surprise.

"You actually know this?"

“Hehe, just the basics.”

Li Hua smiled modestly.

"You know so much, why do your cooking taste so bad?" Jiang Mu asked.

Li Hua couldn't laugh anymore.

After not seeing him for such a long time, his sad words still make me so angry.

Jiang Mu stabbed his brother for the first time in a long time and felt refreshed.

"Practice first. I've only been watching instructional videos before, but I haven't really tried it myself. I'll do the steps first, and then pay attention to the details." Jiang Mu said, "Also, the video isn't very detailed. I have to try it myself to know the situation."

"You just learned from videos?" Li Hua curled his lips. "Those videos are basically not good. It's okay to have special effects, but the problem is that the chef's own skills are average. It's considered a compliment if the true nature of the chef is revealed once the photographer is removed."

Jiang Mu: "..."

You may not believe it, but in the video I watched, the chef’s skills are definitely fine, it’s mainly the photographer’s fault.

After all, the person who cooked was Liu Bujun.

The film "Poems of Illiteracy" is about an hour long, of which five minutes are spent on cooking, while the candied yam only takes up one minute at most.

To Liu Bujun, this is just an ordinary dessert, a tiny piece in his huge culinary puzzle.

But for Jiang Mu, it is quite difficult to replicate this small piece of the puzzle.

Just practice slowly.

Jiang Mu reached out for a large iron spoon and scooped up a spoonful of yam.

The spoon paused in the air.

Suddenly a hand appeared and decisively grabbed the bottom of the spoon handle that Jiang Mu was holding, and snatched the entire iron spoon away.

Li Hua put the yam into a basin and looked sideways: "Take a break? I see you can't even hold the spoon steadily."

"Need not."

Jiang Mu exhaled twice, "I was just thinking about something just now."

"Bullshit, how can I not know what expression you have when you are thinking about something? Men should just say it directly, don't force it."

Jiang Mu gave him the middle finger.

The freshly fried yam is crispy and tender, with a slightly yellow skin, a bit like fried potatoes.

Before long, the fried sugar in the pan next to it was almost done.

What Li Hua said is actually right. The cooking temperature of sweet potato with sugar is very high. It must be cooked right after it is taken out of the pan. The sugar on the other side must be just enough to be pulled into threads and it needs to be fried right away.

If the time is prolonged, the temperature of the yam will drop and the taste will become softer, without the sweet and crisp feeling.

Of course, home cooking doesn’t require too much attention to these things, but the person who made this dish before was Liu Bujun, and now it’s Jiang Mu.

Her Royal Highness the Princess requires a "perfect" dish. Jiang Mu doesn't know how perfect it really needs to be, but at least he knows that if there are flaws, it is not perfect.

Put the yam into the pan, stir-fry quickly and serve.

Sweet potato with sugar should be eaten with water.

"Taste it?"

Jiang Mu leaned against the stove and took a long breath to regain his strength.

Li Hua found a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of yam without hesitation, dipped it in cold water, and put it into his mouth.

Chew for a while and shake your head.

"Not very good."

"I know it's not working." Jiang Mu said, "What's wrong with it?"

Although Li Hua is not good at cooking, he is quite good at tasting food.

After all, his family is really rich. Even though he and Jiang Mu are scheming against each other for a piece of crab steak at school, as long as Li Hua wants, he has a special chef to serve him at home.

“It smells.”

"Strange smell?" Jiang Mu thought, "Impossible, I didn't add any other seasonings... What exactly is the strange smell?"

Li Hua said nothing and pinched a hair out of his mouth.

Jiang Mu: "..."

He didn't have enough energy to fry the yam just now, so he could only do it on the kitchen counter.

That's probably when I fell in.

Seeing Jiang Mu's helpless look, Li Hua happily pulled the whole plate of yam in front of him.

"To be honest, there are quite a few problems."

He chewed the yam and mumbled, "The sugar threads are too thick, you didn't get the right amount; the yam is too soft, you can hardly taste the fried texture, and you boiled the sugar for a little too long, so it tastes a little bitter."

He paused and looked at Jiang Mu who was listening silently.

"After all, you shouldn't be cooking at this time."

Li Hua said, "Look at how weak you are. Not being able to cook is a small matter. If you consume too much energy and your head goes black in the pot, that would be a big deal... Even if you are cooking for that young lady, there is no need to be so anxious, right?"

"Just practice." Jiang Mu smiled, "If I say I want her to eat, I will definitely make her eat. Don't you think this is cool?"

He spoke so calmly, as calmly as the snow outside.

But it seems so firm, as firm as the ice on the river.

"I don't feel anything at all." Li Hua complained, "I just feel stupid."

"I'm stupid, I am stupid." Jiang Mu said, "Let's stop here today. Come, give me a hand and send me back to the ward."

"…Alas, what a life of hard work."

Li Hua complained and squatted down.

"Lie down here, Dad will carry you."

Jiang Mu exclaimed: "The child is so filial."

"Don't just praise me, give me some compensation."

Jiang Mu thought for two seconds and suggested:

"You don't have time to play with your phone during class, so I'll log into your account and help you steal the food from the Dean's account?"

"..."

Li Hua felt that Jiang Mu didn't need to be so enthusiastic.

"Forget it, I'll get the reward myself."

"Whatever, you have the key to Shennong's house. Take whatever you want."

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At noon, Ella had just finished clearing the dishes on the table when her cell phone suddenly rang.

It was a video in which a young man was staring at an iron pot intently.

Amid the smoke, a tired look was faintly visible.

[No name change if you fail English: Guess whose help someone needs the most? ]

at the same time.

The princess, who had just finished her nap, opened her eyes and saw a message pop up on her phone.

It’s also a video.