Chapter 87 Cooking

Wang Lizhen rolled her eyes, poured out the water, washed the clothes and hung them up, then suddenly had an idea to make lunch for everyone.

Xia Zhizhi was a little resistant: "Your shower smells so good, don't sweat again later."

Wang Lizhen didn't listen to her: "You must be worried that my cooking won't taste good. I don't even know you. Just wait and see. It will definitely taste good!"

Wang Lizhen still remembered that Xia Zhizhi had said before that she couldn't cook. She was not fighting for the steamed buns but for her reputation, so she decided to wash away her shame before returning to the city.

She went back to the house and brought out a bag of white flour. She didn't even search it, and shook it clean. There was a big bowl of it, probably about three or four pounds. Then she added water and mixed it.

Xia Zhizhi had a deep memory of the naan that Jiang Xiurong had made her last time, and she had decided to go back to the house to eat some naan later.

After Wang Lizhen finished kneading the dough, she did not knead it but started chopping vegetables. After chopping, she went to light the fire herself. She was busy enough by herself.

After a while, someone started shouting, "Xia Zhizhi, come in and help me watch the pot."

She went in with a sullen face, and Wang Lizhen put a spatula in her hand and said, "Help me stir it, don't let the bottom get mushy, I'll go pick out a couple of vegetable leaves and bring them back."

She looked down into the pot.

There were fist-sized dough balls floating in a large pot of sticky yellow soup. Forgive her lack of knowledge and could not tell where this delicacy came from. It was so sticky, could it be Hu La Tang?

She squinted her eyes and took a closer look. Wang Lizhen put potato strips and some pepper powder in it, and fried it until it was burnt. It smelled a bit like soy sauce, which should be soy sauce and soybean paste.

She used a spatula to scrape the bottom of the food to prevent it from getting burnt. Before she had scraped twice, Jiang Xiurong and Han Youran came in.

Han Youran was a little surprised to see her carrying a spatula, and said with a smile: "Zhizhi is helping to cook? What delicious food is she making?"

Xia Zhizhi looked at the food in the pot, stirring it while hesitating about how to start.

Jiang Xiurong walked to the stove and took a look. His smile seemed to pause for a moment, and then he asked uncertainly: "Zhizhi, are you cooking... meatballs?"

She considered and said, "Maybe... I don't know either. I have to ask Lizhen."

Han Youran also walked to the stove and took a look. This pot was yellow with black, black with brown, with some paste, some undigested strips, and some large and small lumps. This is, this is...

Han Youran's smile froze. Thinking that this was the first time the little girl cooked, she couldn't discourage her. She was already in poor health, and she had to keep herself happy to be healthy. So she complimented her against her conscience: "Zhizhi is already very good."

Wang Lizhen came into the house and raised the vegetable leaves in her hand: "I'm back, put this in and it should be fine!"

At this time, Cui Zijin and Tang Mingli were also about to enter the house. Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong looked at each other and said to them, "Wash your hands first, and you can eat later."

As soon as the four of them came out of the kitchen, they buried themselves in each other's murmurs.

Jiang Xiurong said: "Today is Zhizhi's first time cooking. She has never cooked before, so the taste may not be as good. Please encourage her."

Tang Mingli always listened to her. As long as it was edible, it didn't matter if the taste was a little different. It was fine as long as it was cooked, and it was fine if it was not.

Han Youran added: "Let's pretend that we like the food and finish it so as not to upset Zhizhi."

This was the first time Han Youran took the initiative to talk to him in this month. Cui Zijin felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey. He responded in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I'll listen to you."

While they were discussing, Wang Lizhen tried to cut some vegetables with a kitchen knife. As she was cutting, she lost her patience and twisted the vegetables and threw them in. Then she covered the pot and said to Xia Zhizhi, "I'll add some more heat to boil it and let the juice collect."

She also knows how to collect the juice.

After saying this, he sat in front of the stove and started putting firewood into the stove.

After a while, he said to Xia Zhizhi, "Take a look and see if it's done."

Xia Zhizhi lifted the lid and looked at the pot that had been soaked in juice over high heat.

She reached in with a spatula and stirred it. The thin soup, which was easy to push, turned into a thick paste that could cling to the wall. The color also changed from light yellow to dark yellow, accompanied by rotten and yellowed vegetable leaves, and irregular lumps in the middle.

She raised her head, looked at the two pairs of men and women who came in with their bowls, and asked tentatively: "How about we make something else for lunch?"

Cui Zijin took the lead and rushed to the front. Han Youran had given all the instructions, so he had to perform and make up for the performance points that were deducted during this period.

He handed over his lunch box, smiling as if he had never had any conflicts with Xia Zhizhi before: "If you have nothing to do, just eat this. I love it!"

Oh well.

Xia Zhizhi silently poured him a large spoonful of soup, which made his hand holding the lunch box sink downward. Seeing that he did not take it back, she gave him another spoonful, which was as big as the Himalayas.

You know what, this sticky wall-hanging effect is really good. Even with a full box, it still stands firmly.

Cui Zijin looked at the lunch box in her hand... Although she didn't know what was in it, she couldn't help but recall some unpleasant memories.

This, this is too similar. It feels like the already digested breakfast is bubbling up.

His face looked grim, and he couldn't help wondering if Xia Zhizhi was playing a trick on him. After all, she had always targeted him before, so it wasn't surprising that she would do something like this?

Seeing that he didn't leave, Xia Zhizhi asked uncertainly, "Do you want more? Or bring another lunch box?"

Cui Zijin remained silent and retreated with an extremely ugly look on his face.

Tang Mingli came and still got two big spoonfuls. After all, she always treated the male protagonists equally and impartially.

Tang Mingli stood with Cui Zijin holding his Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the happiness that they had when they first entered the room was no longer on their faces.

She divided the rest into two and put the other half into Wang Lizhen's bowl regardless of Wang Lizhen's objection. Whoever asked her to do it must give her more!

The other half was divided into two parts, each given to Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong.

Five people were holding their lunch boxes, with expressions of disgust on their faces.

After all, it was made by Wang Lizhen herself, so she knew what was inside. She scooped a spoonful and mustered up the courage to put it into her mouth.

The paste made from soybean paste, soy sauce and flour is so delicious that if you don't look at its appearance, you probably won't be able to taste it if you eat it with your eyes closed.

When Xia Zhizhi saw that Wang Lizhen dared to feed her shit, her eyes widened.

Everyone watched Wang Lizhen stuff a spoonful of food into her mouth without spitting it out, and they were convinced that this was just an image and not the real thing.

Han Youran and Jiang Xiurong looked at Xia Zhizhi with pity, staring at them eagerly, took a deep breath, scooped a little with a spoon, and put it into their mouths tremblingly.

The closer the spoon got to his mouth, the more resisted his expression became. Tang Mingli got closer to Jiang Xiurong and even saw tears in her eyes.

He immediately felt distressed, snatched Jiang Xiurong's spoon, and said, "I don't know why I'm so hungry today, Jiang Zhiqing, can you give me your share? Just eat some biscuits or something to make up for it."

Jiang Xiurong looked at him lovingly and was really moved. Ali was always Ali and he would never bear to see her suffer any injustice.