Chapter 213, Home Cooking Class (Two-in-One)

"Okay, let's stop talking about this and decide on the menu."

The grouping and content of the cooking class are free, but the requirements are based on nutrition, and everyone must participate. This will be graded and must be taken seriously. Because you can only submit during this period before the class, it is recommended to decide as soon as possible.

At the same time, this is also a way to tell someone to skip this topic.

Then, Kanda was slightly dumbfounded.

"Are you actually letting Zhuo, who can't even cook, take charge?"

"You are so rude, but you can still do something."

"...It's a pity that although I say I can do something, I can basically do nothing."

The small whisper was spoken at a volume that only Zhuo could hear. However, they were very close to each other, so they still heard it, so Kanda, Moriko, and Jin all laughed softly. Zhuo was careful not to let the people around him notice, and looked at Ling with a little complaint, but she didn't care.

The princess looked back at him expressionlessly when he complained, not buying into his tricks. Zhuo had no choice but to turn his head away.

After all this commotion, Kanda Kazuhito started laughing again.

Zhuo had no choice but to change the subject:

"How's Sengu's cooking?"

"As for me...I can support myself, I guess."

"Kyoka can actually cook any dish, so don't underestimate him. Of course, don't let him be lazy~" Kanda added at the right time.

"I have to make a living, but I only use it to make a living. It's not as good as Mr. Romanov's," Sengu answered modestly.

"Oh, it's similar to me. Both of us have parents who are often away from home for work." Having said this, Ren looked at Zhuo meaningfully, "Zhuo also lives alone. I used to help with cooking on weekends, but now I don't~~"

Zhuo frowned, while Ren just smiled and said nothing.

Kanda also quickly smiled and said, "Although I'm not as good as you guys, and my parents are at home, it's no problem for me to help with cooking."

"That's it."

"understand."

Then the three boys looked over here together.

Zhuo frowned, then looked up at the four big words "Waste is shameful" on the classroom blackboard and said:

"...Did I go to the wrong place? This should be a cooking class, not a criticism meeting."

"of course."

"Then there's no need to say it."

"You two must have colluded!"

"Haha, it's okay."

Faced with the "ridicule" of several people, Zhuo had to grit his teeth and said, "I sometimes do it...", but I just didn't have the opportunity to show it.

Afterwards, since he really couldn't win the argument with these people, he had to go to Zero who was organizing the kitchen utensils and muttered quietly, "I will help too."

Instead, he glanced at him and Kiritani and the others, probably guessed the situation, and praised them lightly, "That's amazing."

This sentence was so profound that Zhuo's face tightened.

This is probably because only Zero knows how bad Shuu's life is. Compared to Zero, the things he made are like those made by a child.

Then, the real power holder and doer in the group spoke.

"Let's decide on the menu first."

Ling did not mention what Zhuo usually looked like, but lightly skipped over the topic, stroked the documents that were distributed, and handed them to other people... These were used to write down the menu and then hand them in.

Zero is the best cook and her decision is basically the final word. Letting her make the decision can solve the problem satisfactorily.

This is basically a fact recognized by everyone.

After discussion, we finally decided on the menu: three-color fish floss rice bowl, miso soup, vermicelli salad, and two somewhat unusual flower stir-fried dishes.

When a cauliflower color appeared in the Neon cooking class, the new members Kanda and Morigu were very puzzled, but since it was Zero's decision, they didn't say anything.

But it made Ren on the side smile evilly.

Ling must have added these dishes to the menu as if nothing had happened because he knew that Zhuo liked stir-frying. In fact, these dishes were beyond the knowledge of the cooking class teacher and naturally would not be recorded on the transcript.

In order to conceal himself, Zhuo only focused his eyes on the written menu.

Finally, the bell for class rang, and Zhuo sighed tiredly.

Zero was wearing a school uniform and an apron, occupying the kitchen counter alone, without anyone to help her - or rather, she didn't want anyone to help her at all, and even the kitchen utensils that others had used would be left idle by her and replaced with new ones. Not to mention standing with others to cook.

Zhuo was nominally there to help her, but in reality he was helping her isolate herself from other people who might come forward.

"Please ask Utsunomiya to help me."

These light words tied Zhuo to her side.

Firstly, Ling doesn't like to be with others; secondly, the remaining three people know each other and can cooperate with each other tacitly, and Zhuo can't be of much help if he goes over.

With these two points, Zhuo can also understand the correctness of the zero move. But he still wants to complain: What kind of combination is this? Liu Guanzhang + Zhao Yun Adou?
"…Are you sulking?"

While washing the vegetables, Zero asked under the sound of splashing water.

Zhuo Zheng measured the seasoning and replied, "Neither," without looking in Ling's direction.

“I just feel looked down upon.”

Ling paused thoughtfully, looked up at him and said, "Don't act like a child." Then he continued to work with his head down.

wash:"……"

This is totally undeniable.

Human beings are such creatures. Their personalities will change depending on the environment they are in. Let Zhuo live in a nursing home for a month, and as soon as you enter the door you can see him playing chess with an iron teacup in his arms.

But he still had to refute Zero's words.

"Children don't know how to mix seasonings."

And Ling just replied "Okay, that's great" without even looking up, while sorting the washed vegetables aside.

After hearing that Zero was deliberately using the "coaxing a child" tone to deal with him again, Zhuo curled his lips and glanced at "Liu Guanzhang".

Ren and Sengu made almond tofu together and put it in the refrigerator, then cleaned up while cooking in a pot.

Almond tofu is a dessert after a meal, and not everyone has the stomach to eat dessert after a meal... Zhuo suspected that this was also what Ling had thought of in advance. It was basically impossible for her to eat the dessert made by "Liu Guanzhang".

Ling cut the vegetables in silence and put the cooked Do Ai Cai and carrots into the basket.

"this."

"Oh, I see."

Ling put the cooked vegetables into the basket with one hand and pushed it over.

Zhuo took two pieces of kitchen paper from the table, gently wiped off the moisture, and then put these together with the vermicelli soaked in water, the cucumber cut into thin strips, and the ham into a bowl with pre-prepared seasonings in the bowl... By the way, the seasonings were prepared by Zhuo.

Of course, there is no instruction on ingredients and proportions.

"As long as you don't make mistakes in the measurements and steps, you'll be fine." This is what Zero said.

So these simple tasks were all completed by Zhuo, and there was nothing to be proud of. "Well, next is..."

"Hey, let's go now."

Cover the bowl of vermicelli salad with plastic wrap, write the group number, and look towards zero.

Ling was already heating up the oil in a pan and did not make any changes to the ingredients prepared by Zhuo, which showed that Zhuo had done nothing wrong.

Then, according to what Ling hadn't finished saying, Zhuo went to the refrigerator to get out the fresh meat, put the vermicelli salad in it, and then returned.

On his way back to his cooking station, he glanced at the other groups, some doing well, some arguing. In the group consisting of only boys, some even played with food.

It was said that the students were to complete the task independently, but there would definitely be a teacher watching them. At this moment, the teacher's eyes were narrowed into sharp slits.

The teacher then noticed Utsunomiya in the aisle and nodded to him with satisfaction.

This made Zhuo feel a little embarrassed. He was just a person who didn't cry. He was not worth mentioning.

The reason why Zhuo's group was more successful than the other groups was, firstly, because Ling was extremely skilled; secondly, because although they had many dishes, none of them required much effort.

'Instead of going through all the hassles for vanity, it is better to choose a menu that is both nutritious and not too time-consuming. We have to eat every day, and time is not that abundant. If we don't hurry up, it will be too late.'

This is zero reason.

Zhuo felt that Ling had to cook for two people every day, and the meal times were very precise. Over time, he would naturally develop this 'reasonable' way of thinking.

On the way back, Ling was wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove, busying herself happily. Zhuo was standing a few steps away with a plate in his hand. Through the gap between three or four people, he silently stared at her back.

Even waving a spatula did not diminish her charm at all. Such a cute and beautiful girl actually gave him the feeling that "doing this kind of thing is her natural thing" and it seemed so natural.

After a dish was cooked, she carefully put it into a plate, wiped the soup on the edge of the plate with a tissue, then used chopsticks to move the scattered leaves to the center. Finally, she stood up to look at it carefully, and after confirming that it looked beautiful, she put down her chopsticks with satisfaction.

When she put down her chopsticks, it was not that her work was done. Instead, she immediately used her wrist, which looked so thin that it would break if bent lightly, to lift the iron pot, put it on the washstand, cleaned the grease, and then prepared the next dish...

While doing all this, there was no expression on her face, but her actions were so serious, as if there was an atmosphere of "I will fight you to the death".

Zhuo finally understood why the dishes she cooked always looked so delicate and delicious.

It's not just because of her gift of memory, but because she is more focused and serious, as if she has concentrated all her energy to do this.

But she was Zero, Zero Razumovskaya Romanov.

She should have been wielding a long sword, a misty lotus in the midst of blood, swords and stunning gazes, but at this moment she was doing trivial work that even the common people were annoyed by.

Her thoughts were still drifting, but she had already raised her head and noticed Zhuo's presence.

Then the original feeling of being isolated from the crowd and in a small world by herself disappeared. She picked up the rag, wiped her fingers, and asked calmly.

"Why didn't you make a sound when you came back?"

"You seem to be busy." Zhuo put down his things and looked around, "Where are they?"

"I asked Kanda to go to that room to get the dishes."

"so."

I have said it countless times, Zero has a little cleanliness obsession.

In order to prepare for the cooking class, she specially prepared some of her own tableware and placed it in an inconspicuous corner of the storage room, and would take it out when needed.

Ling in front of him said nothing, just held up the spatula and looked at him.

Zhuoxin understood what he meant and took it in his hand, then used it to stir the pot... The process should be done until there is no juice left.

In reality, no one can produce the kind of dark matter in comics... If there is, it may be a kind of talent.

In reality, the main reasons for screwing up are either getting the timing wrong, getting the steps wrong, or doing unnecessary custom processing.

Unfortunately, Zero hadn't allowed him to do that so far.

The original words were: You don't need to think so much, otherwise what would I do for you.

So in order not to cause trouble for her, Zhuo only needed to mechanically write the steps into his mind.

When Zhuo first started helping in the kitchen, he knew he had no experience in this area, so when Ling was instructing him on how to help in the kitchen, he was more serious than in class. Then he was laughed at by Ling without any expression, although she meant that he didn't need to be so serious. But Zhuo felt that Ling worked so hard every day, and it would be unreasonable for him to make things worse.

After making sure the meat has changed color and exudes a fragrant and salty aroma, use a spoon to stir it moderately to prevent the burnt meat from sticking to the pot.

Next to him, Zero was stir-frying meat on another stove.

Because Zhuo is a big eater, the portions he cooks are relatively large. Plus, when she is petite and stirs the wok, the huge amount of meat in the pot makes people around her stunned.

Zhuo felt embarrassed, but at the same time he enjoyed the fact that Ling took his preferences into consideration.

"Is this ready?"

Zhuo stopped stirring and asked.

"It looks like it's about right, let's give it a try."

"Oh."

Most of the moisture had dried up, so in order to prevent it from sticking to the pot, Zhuo stirred it twice.

Then after Ling said that, he scooped out a piece of meat with a spoon. Without saying anything else, he tucked his bangs behind his ears with one hand, then leaned over and slowly ate the sample meat in the spoon.

"Almost. Better cook it a little longer. It will become dry if it's overcooked. Wait another minute before taking it out."

"OK, all right."

The Liu, Guan and Zhang trio who just happened to come back saw this scene. Tong Gu was a little dumbfounded and bumped into the people around him:
"...Should we not come back? Look at these two, don't they look a bit like that... new hu?"

"Kiritani, prepare the rice."

"Oh, okay~~"

It was probably the first time he heard the princess call his name. After hearing Zero's words, Kiritani let out a silly cry.

Zhuo heard the noise and glanced towards Ling.

"What's up with him."

"do not know."

Although he didn't know what he had missed, seeing Ling flipping the pot nonchalantly, Zhuo gave up the idea of ​​getting the answer from her and went to turn off the stove.

Ling also fried the meat, then chopped the cooked spinach and added seasoning.

This home cooking class has come to an end.

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(End of this chapter)