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"I don't care if you are happy or not."
Zhong Yin sneered, slammed the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and chopped off the chicken head.
Although he said so, Han Zhou knew in his heart that the reason why Zhong Yin did not expose himself to Gu Zheng or draw a clear line with himself must have considered his life and death. Otherwise, whether it was for Gu Zheng or Zhong Ling, Exposing him is the best option.
After all, you can cut through the mess with a sharp knife.
Han Zhou glanced at the chicken heads rolling on the cutting board and felt lingering fear.
He didn't intend to quibble and asked straight to the point: "So what do you want?"
"What can I do?" Zhong Yin said coldly, "I told you, today is Gu Zheng's birthday, and I won't make her unhappy. Also, don't get me wrong, you should have asked Xiao Ling to keep some things secret for you, right? , she didn’t tell me anything, I guessed that you cheated on Gu Zheng from what happened last week.”
Without even looking at Han Zhou, she cut the chicken into pieces "tuk-tuk-duk", as if she wanted to vent her anger.
This kind of anger comes from the intertwining of many emotions, and she can't pinpoint the specific emotions.
"We'll talk about your matter after today."
After a long silence, she seemed to calm down and said, "Let's cook first."
"it is good."
Han Zhou nodded and agreed to both things.
Maybe Gu Zheng is the only one in the world who doesn't know that I am a scumbag... He laughed at himself, then calmed down and concentrated on cooking.
The two of them had their own thoughts, but they continued to perform their duties, and a tempting aroma soon wafted in the kitchen.
The chicken that had just come out of the pot was still steaming, and the rich aroma kept reaching people's noses. Zhong Yin picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still praised it coldly.
"My cooking skills are really good."
She carefully covered the vegetables and handed the sliced pork belly to Han Zhou, "It's a pity that people are not... too carefree."
She originally wanted to say that Han Zhou was not good, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that besides being a philanderer, there was nothing wrong with this guy's character, so she changed her mind.
Han Zhou lay down and laughed, pretending not to hear, took the pork belly and poured it into the freshly washed pot.
Zhong Yin kept staring at him, and his cold eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable. If he remembered correctly, he had this look when he was cutting meat, so he had to change the topic: "I just heard from my senior sister, you guys My mother’s cooking is very delicious.”
Zhong Yin was stunned. Although it was clear that this guy was changing the subject, he still couldn't help but ask: "What else did Xiaoling say?"
"He also said that your mother has a special dish that won your father's heart with this dish. You have been learning it recently and want to cook this dish for everyone today."
Zhong Yin glanced at the trash can in the kitchen calmly, his expression dimmed a little: "Is there any more?"
"She also said she believed you would..."
Han Zhou wanted to say something nice as much as possible, but the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at Zhong Yin's nervous face. He suddenly realized something and changed his words, "No, the senior also said that this dish is a bit difficult. You guys I have only learned a little bit. If your cooking is not delicious, let us not care, but how can we care. "
Zhong Yin didn't speak, and he didn't know if he heard it.
In fact, as soon as Han Zhou entered the kitchen, he saw the dishes in poor quality in the trash can. He originally thought they were leftovers, but looking at the other party's current appearance, he thought it must be a dish that failed to be made.
He stir-fried the pork belly in the pot, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sister Yin..."
"Sister Yin?"
"Sister Yin!"
"What are you doing!"
Zhong Yin was startled by the sudden increase in volume, then came to his senses and looked at Han Zhou with an unhappy expression.
Han Zhou moved into the kitchen, keeping a certain distance from her, and then asked cautiously: "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask... Could it be that you cried because you failed in cooking, right?"
Zhong Yin's expression froze, and his hand holding the kitchen knife suddenly tightened.
However, to Han Zhou's surprise, the other party did not get angry because he was exposed, nor did he try his best to explain that he was not crying. He just looked at him expressionlessly, and his tone could not detect any emotion or anger.
"You can see it."
"I just saw it." Han Zhou nodded.
Zhong Yin did not answer, but looked at the pork belly in the pot and asked, "Aren't you ready to take it out of the pot?"
"There's no rush, you'll have to wait for about a minute and a half."
Half a minute later, Han Zhou put the dishes on the plate, motioned to Zhong Yin to taste it, and warned, "Be careful not to burn it."
Zhong Yin picked up a piece of pork belly and put it into his mouth. He was lost for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and then said after a while: "You are really just like my mother."
"What?" Han Zhou didn't know why.
Zhong Yin seemed a little lonely: "Are all people with good cooking skills like this? They can easily distinguish the heat, taste and timing of cooking. No matter what they cook, they will be delicious."
Han Zhou understood. Zhong Yin meant that he and the other party's mother had the same cooking skills.
He explained with a wry smile: "What you are talking about is the key to delicious cooking. Just like making pastries, practice makes perfect."
Zhong Yin stared at him for a while, seeming to be thinking about the difference in cooking skills between the two: "But I have practiced many times, but I can't make it taste like my mother."
I can't taste like my mother... Is this why I cried when I co-wrote it?
Han Zhou felt strange in his heart. He took a quick look and said with a smile, "Sister Yin, you should also know that many beautiful things will become better the longer they remain in the memory, including the taste."
Memory is a magical thing. It can make good things better and bad things worse.
Especially when I grow up, sometimes when I recall a pack of chili strips from my childhood, I feel it was extremely delicious. However, when I buy a pack of the same chili strips, I realize that the taste is quite mediocre and not at all what I remember.
Is it because the spicy strips have become unpalatable over the years?
No, it's just that the taste in memory has been fermented more beautifully by time.
Han Zhou had eaten the food cooked by Zhong Yin, and he was not a bad cook. He meant that there was no need to doubt his own cooking skills.
Zhong Yin was silent for a moment: "I understand what you mean, but it has nothing to do with feelings. I just can't be like my mother."
Han Zhou hesitated for a moment: "Even if you can't replicate your mother's cooking skills, there's no need for you to cry, right?"
"Not just because of this."
Zhong Yin shook his head, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did Xiaoling tell you that I used to like racing?"
"Said."
"She really tells you everything."
Zhong Yin looked helpless and said, "Actually, my mother wanted to teach me how to cook this dish as early as that time, but I usually had to go to work and was addicted to racing in my free time, so I never studied hard. Later I thought I don’t have a chance when I’m studying.”
At the end of the sentence, a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.
The death of her parents was also a heavy blow to her. She has since given up her former hobby. She often thinks of this dish she has not learned yet, and relies on memories to piece it together, but she cannot restore the taste in her memory.
Not only her, Xiaoling also often mentioned this dish, and said more than once that she wanted to taste her mother's taste again. As a sister, she promised to reproduce this dish, but until today, she has not success.
Not only did she not succeed, but because she was too nervous, she just made a dish that was a complete failure. She planned to go out and say sorry to Xiaoling, but as soon as she walked to the door, she heard Han Zhou confidently say something like "Sister Yin." It will definitely be delicious." He immediately realized that the little bell outside the door must be full of expectations for him, and he was probably already praising himself to others.
At that moment, she had already grabbed the door handle and instantly lost the courage to open the door.
Thinking of the food that had been dumped into the trash can, her parents who had passed away, her future birthdays where her parents would no longer be with her, and her disappointed sister, the emotions she had accumulated over the years collapsed instantly, and she covered her mouth and let herself cry.
However, after crying, she felt ridiculous that her tears were too cheap. She was so pretentious that she could cry while cooking, but she had to let Han Zhou in.
So embarrassing.
What's even more embarrassing is that this guy noticed that he was crying.
However, as a sister and as Xiaoling's spiritual support, many of her worries cannot be known to Xiaoling. Finding someone to confide in occasionally does not seem to be as difficult to accept as previously thought.
I don't expect this guy to dare to go out and talk nonsense.
(End of this chapter)
334. Chapter 332 Are you right?
Chapter 332 Are you right?
While washing the pot, Han Zhou silently listened to Zhong Yin's narration.
The other party seemed to treat him as a garbage bag, or simply treat him as garbage. He didn't even bother to organize his words well, and his words were fragmented. He said a few things that came to mind, and basically stopped at the point without revealing anything important. Secrets or worries.
To sum it up in one sentence——
Anyway, I just cried. You can do whatever you want, but if you dare to tell Xiaoling, you will be dead.
Although he didn't hear much, Han Zhou still roughly understood the reason why Zhong Yin cried. It was not due to a single factor, but the accumulation and explosion of multiple emotions.
Of course, he didn't think this was so-called hypocrisy at all. Since the death of his parents, Zhong Yin, as his sister, has indeed been burdened with too much, and it is normal to have accumulated emotions.
"I understand."
He glanced at the trash can on the ground and sighed softly, "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed. Although it is not very appropriate, your persistence in this dish should come from some similar regret." Bar."
"The son wants to be raised but cannot be kissed..."
Zhong Yin moved slightly, murmured and repeated it, and looked at him in surprise, "Which book does this sentence come from?"
This sentence is indeed not very appropriate, but I have to say that the meaning is quite profound.
"A common saying from our hometown."
"Your hometown is..."
Even if you tell me, you don’t know... Han Zhou sighed in his heart and interrupted her solemnly: "Tell me the recipe, maybe I can recreate this dish."
"what?"
"I said if you tell me how to make this dish, I might be able to reproduce it."
Zhong Yin was stunned for two seconds: "Are you sure?"
"Not sure, I also said maybe." Han Zhou put the washed pot back on the stove and said casually, "While we still have time, we can try it. If you don't want to, forget it."
It just occurred to him that the pungent smell from before was very similar to the style of Sichuan cuisine from his previous life. If he knew how to make it, he might be able to recreate this dish as much as possible with the blessing of "proficient in cooking" and "senior chef". , even if it cannot be restored, the taste is definitely not much different, and it can be used for comparison.
Zhong Yin didn't say anything, but immediately walked to the living room and took out a bunch of ingredients from the refrigerator. The meaning was self-evident.
"I only remember part of how it was done."
She washed the vegetables, and water flowed through her fingers. Due to long hours of work, her hands were not as white and tender as other girls.
"It doesn't matter. Tell me everything you can think of now, including the taste. Stop talking when I start doing it. I have to stay absolutely focused."
Han Zhou withdrew his gaze from Zhong Yin's hand and reminded, "Also, I can only restore it as much as possible. The possibility of a complete reproduction is very low, so it's best not to have high expectations."