Chapter 333 Cooking Together
Anjing: "That's it?"
Leng Yanluo said slowly and deliberately, "Don't look down on this job, it takes a lot of time."
Anjing had never cooked before and didn't understand how much time could be wasted peeling garlic, but since Leng Yanluo had said so, she could only agree.
It wasn't until she did it herself that she realized he wasn't just going through the motions; peeling garlic really does take a lot of time!
The garlic skin is so thin and soft that it sticks to the garlic cloves and is impossible to peel off.
She almost had to use her teeth to peel a single piece.
Leng Yanluo was washing and chopping vegetables on the side, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her seriously struggling with a clove of garlic, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
After a while, she finally finished peeling the garlic and put a handful of garlic in front of Leng Yanluo: "Teacher Luo, how was it? Was I fast enough?"
Leng Yanluo's expression softened for a moment, and he nodded approvingly: "Well done. But I have a faster way."
Leng Yanluo picked up a clove of garlic, placed it on the cutting board, and gently tapped it. Instantly, the garlic skin and clove separated, requiring no effort at all to peel.
Quietly, she said, "Teacher Luo, since you have such a good idea, why didn't you say so earlier?"
Leng Yanluo said, "Because I am..."
Anjing interrupted impatiently, "Fine, fine, I understand. Because you're the teacher, the knowledge points are divided into two lessons, right?"
"My method is faster, but it's not as thorough and clean as yours."
Upon being praised like that, An Jing beamed with joy and said with a slight lift of her cheeks, "Of course, I don't have many other strengths, but I am meticulous. Do you think I really don't know your method of peeling garlic? Is there anything more difficult? I'll try it."
"Okay, pick the green beans."
"Green beans? Do you need to pick green beans?"
Leng Yanluo sighed: "No need to pick the broad beans. We bought the immortal beans, which have stems. You didn't know that, did you?"
Anjing gave a guilty smile: "I know, I know, it's common sense. I was just wondering if there's an easier way to pick green beans. Why don't you pick one and try it?"
Leng Yanluo shook his head, walked up to her, and gave her a demonstration.
With his slender fingers, he gently tore along the grain of the green bean at the tip, and a long line was pulled down.
Then, repeating the same steps at the end of the green bean, he tore off the stem on the other side: "Like this, tear off both sides, understand?"
An Jing didn't hear what Leng Yanluo was saying at all; her gaze was fixed on the man's hands in front of her.
She hadn't noticed it before, but now that it was magnified in front of her, she realized how beautiful this person's hands were.
Her skin was fair, her fingers long and slender, her bone structure smooth, and the prominent veins on her fingers complemented each other...
Anjing isn't a hand fetishist, but at this moment she couldn't help but be mesmerized by this man's hands. If someone's hands are this beautiful, their appearance must be pretty too, right?
For the first time since meeting Leng Yanluo, An Jing felt sorry for him because of his disfigurement.
"An'an?" The man beside her noticed her distraction and called her name.
Anjing realized what was happening and quickly looked away from his hand, clearing her throat as she said, "Oh, I know, I know, no, I knew how to do it anyway, come on, let me have it!"
Without saying a word, Anjing grabbed the green beans and started picking them, her movements swift yet somewhat flustered.
Leng Yanluo's eyes darkened, unsure of what she was thinking.
Anjing turned her head and, seeing that he hadn't moved, quickly nudged him: "Teacher Luo, hurry up and chop the vegetables! What are you standing there for? I'm starving!"
Leng Yanluo then withdrew his gaze and turned back to continue chopping vegetables.
After Anjing finished picking the green beans, Leng Yanluo had already put the clams that needed to be stir-fried into the wok. The fire was raging, and after he tossed the ladle a couple of times, flames shot up, and each clam was coated with the sauce.
Anjing was stunned: "Teacher Luo, you can even flip a wok? That's so professional."
Leng Yanluo said calmly, "It's nothing special. It's just that I've done a lot of work and figured it out myself."
Anjing, watching from the side, was eager to try it out: "Teacher Luo, can I try this?"
Without even thinking, Leng Yanluo refused: "No."
"Why?"
"The wok is too heavy; you can't flip it."
"Can't I just flip the food over instead of shaking it?"
"no."
"Why?!" An Jing couldn't help but raise her voice.
"If you flip it over incorrectly, you could easily get burned; it's dangerous."
"Teacher Luo, do you think I'm some delicate little girl?" An Jing said speechlessly, "It's just flipping over some vegetables, what danger could there be? Tell me the truth, are you looking down on me?"
Leng Yanluo: "...No."
"Then why won't you let me flip it?!"
Leng Yanluo knew that a man should know when to advance and retreat, and that there was no use in resisting at this time, so he could only hand her the pot handle: "Be careful, don't get burned."
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. Now, let's see Chef An show you what he can do!" Seeing Leng Yanluo give in, An Jing enthusiastically took the wok.
However, although she spoke of it so easily, she suddenly became confused when it came to actually doing it.
How did Teacher Luo stir-fry it just now?
It seems like it involves shoveling, lifting, and then tucking from this side?
While thinking quietly, Anjing picked up the spatula and decided to take the first step, so she scooped the spatula hard into the pot!
"Don't--"
Before Leng Yanluo could utter a single word of surprise, the clams had already been shoveled out of the pot.
Four or five clams coated in hot oil landed right on her forearm.
After she got home, she changed into a short-sleeved loungewear outfit, leaving her fair forearms completely exposed.
"Ouch, it's so hot—"
Instinctively, she threw down the spatula, clutched her arm, and cried out.
The cold-blooded Yama beside her moved swiftly, turning off the fire and pulling her to rinse the vegetables with cold water under the sink.
The cool water removed the oil stains from her forearm, and Anjing finally felt some relief from the excruciating pain.
"Teacher Luo, this clam has recognized its owner, hasn't it?" Anjing pouted.
"Clams are so delicious, what bad intentions could they have? Don't wrong them. From now on, with me here, you don't need to come into places like the kitchen." A barely perceptible pity flickered in Leng Yanluo's eyes.
Anjing scoffed, "You talk like you're going to live here forever. It's just a few clams that are being wasted. Look how upset you are."
Leng Yanluo: "..."
His aura was cold and imposing, radiating a chilling presence. He ignored her and instead asked, "Do you have any burn ointment at home?"
"Ah, no need for that, I don't feel any pain anymore." Anjing looked at her arm and felt that apart from the red spots, she didn't feel anything else.
"You have to apply it even if it doesn't hurt." Leng Yanluo glanced at her and took out his phone in an annoyed tone: "If you don't have it at home, I'll order takeout to deliver it."
"Hey, hey, no need. I have a first-aid kit in my upstairs bedroom. There should be burn ointment there."
"Let's go." Leng Yanluo pulled her wrist and led her upstairs.
Anjing subconsciously felt awkward and tried to pull her hand back: "Teacher Luo, I can walk by myself." Leng Yanluo was silent for a moment, then awkwardly let go of her hand.
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