Chapter 672 The Master Cooks 2
"No, no, no, I absolutely don't belong to this category. You see, I also participated in labor, and I am basically a good person." Jin Zuo hurriedly defended himself, fearing that Yang Ying would be unhappy and punch him.
Yang Ying is Miss Lin’s best friend. Behaving well in front of Yang Ying is equivalent to behaving well in front of Miss Lin.
Yang Ying was busy with her work and had no time to talk to him, which made it difficult for him to understand.
Jin Zuo came over and tried to help Yang Ying do this and that in a flattering manner, such as handing her the knife and helping her cut the meat. However, Jin Zuo's meat-cutting skills were really poor, and Yang Ying might as well do it herself.
In order to keep him busy, Yang Ying handed him a basin and asked him to knead the dough.
Jin Zuo's eyes widened. Let alone kneading the dough, he had never seen such an operation before!
"You do it and follow my instructions." Yang Ying said in a commanding tone.
How could Jin Zuo refuse? If he dared to escape, Yang Ying could crush him with just one finger.
The only thing he could do was roll up his sleeves and work hard.
"First add a little water, stir, then add more water, stir again. That's it. Take your time, don't rush."
Jin Zuo's forehead was sweating. Why was this noodle so disobedient? It stuck to his hands like a dog-skin plaster and he couldn't get rid of it.
Finally, he made a bowl of porridge and gave it to Yang Ying.
When Yang Ying saw the fruits of his labor, she was furious. "Such a huge bowl of noodles, and you wasted it!"
Jin Zuo blinked innocently: "I just did it according to your instructions."
"Roll it in and add flour until it forms a dough..." Yang Ying pointed at a cook who was kneading dough. "See? Only dough like this is considered good!"
Jin Zuo had no choice but to scoop another ladle of flour and add it to the paste under Yang Ying's instructions.
“Don’t add too much at once to avoid making the dough too hard.”
Finally, the dough took shape little by little.
Jin Zuo looked at the big bowl full of noodles, all of which he had made, and felt a sense of accomplishment.
"Miss Yang, how come you can do all these things?" Jin Zuo asked curiously. Shouldn't girls of this age be pampered by their parents?
Yang Ying, seeing that he had mixed a large bowl of noodles, replied, "Don't call me Miss Yang, just call me Xiao Yang. My family has been very poor since I was a child. As far as I can remember, I have been working in the fields with my parents every day. After returning home, I have to help my mother cook, so I do all the housework. However, my family doesn't eat white flour very often. We mostly eat corn flour. We only have a few white flour buns during the Chinese New Year."
"Why don't you eat white flour?" Jin Zuo wanted to ask, "Do you dislike it?" But he didn't ask.
"Because we can't afford it!" Yang Ying didn't feel embarrassed at all. "I have an old grandmother at home. She's paralyzed in bed all year round. All the money in the family goes into her medicine. Only she gets to eat white flour buns every now and then. Everyone else eats cornmeal steamed buns. My father said she won't live for many more years, so the good things in the house should go to her first."
"Ah, ah, so that's how it is." Jin Zuo felt a little uncomfortable. He thought these things could only be seen in books, but he didn't expect them to happen in reality. He didn't know how to comfort Yang Ying.
He couldn't imagine that there were people who couldn't even afford white flour.
Thinking about the food he usually wasted, he felt guilty for the first time.
He just felt that this girl was different from his sisters at home. Although she was poor, she had an indescribable pride in her bones.
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