The other one is still rushing back, but the meat on this one has been thawed and cut.

In the small kitchen of the office.

Mr. Hirata tried to mix it with his hands to make the starch bind with the minced meat filling. In addition, there were chopped tomatoes and cabbage on the side.

"Spices, spices... Damn! Why are there so many? And they are all quantifiers like a little, a handful, and a spoonful."

He looked at the minced meat in the basin and "How to Make Delicious Dumplings" on the phone screen of the girl next to him with a confused look on his face. He scratched his head with some annoyance, and as a result, there was a trace of starchy white turbidity on his hair.

When it comes to cooking Chinese food and cooking Western food, there seems to be a big difference here. Western food indicates how many grams of condiments there are, but when it comes to Chinese food, it’s just a little bit, a little bit, a little, a little bit, etc.

Fuzzy concept.

To be honest, there is no way to subdivide a spoonful or a half spoonful, after all, the sizes of spoons are different.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally sprinkled a few handfuls of condiments tentatively.

"Hirata, you put so much and want to die, don't you?"

Zhuda Caimiao looked at the large spoonful of salt he sprinkled and quickly added some soy sauce to it, probably to dilute the salt.

Then use chopsticks to stir vigorously, so that all the fillings inside are soaked and turned around.

"Speaking of which, what does soy sauce taste like?"

She was stunned for a moment and asked the man next to her.

"It must be salty."

After mixing the minced meat, cabbage, and tomatoes, the president washed his hands and answered.

So, when Mr. Qianyuan returned to the office, all he saw were two sighing adults regretting the indescribable plate of stuffing in front of them. At the same time, they lamented that if they were alone, they would definitely do it.

It's better, but it's all the trash around us that holds it back.

In addition, underage student Yui Mizukura marveled that adults can’t cook just like her.

"I would like to know how you two are going to survive if one day I quit working because the salary is too low." Mr. Qianyuan shook his head helplessly.

"Then I'll run with you!"

Zhuda Caimiao nodded, she did not want to stay with the president who was not diligent.

"I mean, I quit the voice acting industry and went to work as a financing section director at the Tokyo Central Bank, or ran to the polls and became a member of parliament. Either way, the income would be good. It's a pity that Ms. Taketatsu's academic qualifications can't be matched."

The former one is "Hansawa Naoki" and the latter one is "Minoh", both of which are Mr. Chihara's favorite TV series.

No more talking.

He opened the refrigerator and stuffed the pieces of meat he would use tomorrow into the refrigerator. After all, in this winter season, he didn't want to go out again tomorrow.

The snacks have been placed on the sofa, leaving it up to the gluttons to pick and choose.

He took out two bottles of olive oil and placed them on the shelf. He took out the dumpling wrappers from the bag and placed them peacefully on the chopping board in the kitchen.

There is a pot of mysterious stuffing in front of me that I don’t know how to describe. I can only try to save it by using cooking wine. At worst, I will stir-fry garlic and ginger juice to overpower it.

"I thought Miss Caimiao could reassure me in terms of cooking skills, but I didn't expect that your skill level is at the same level as Hirata, who is alone and has no wife. I doubt whether you and your future husband will have a happy married life?"

"Would it be possible for a marriage to end in tragedy because of a big fight because someone comes home from get off work every day, throws his bag, and then lies on the sofa to watch Johnny's TV series, leaving the man to serve you diligently?"

Mr. Qianyuan's conjecture was obviously a bit excessive, and after saying this, a certain younger sister blushed.

She immediately retorted: "Stop spreading rumors! This time it happened because this guy was not helpful. How could such an accident happen under normal circumstances?"

The older girl snorted: "After all, I got an A in home economics, so I'm not that bad. All these things are because this guy wants to add anything he sees."

"You can mix it with leek and meat stuffing, but the tomato stuffing will definitely taste better."

"Then you didn't stop his stupid behavior?" The young man shook his head helplessly.

"Well, well, I'm also curious about what it smells like..." Cai Miao muttered.

"Um?"

Mr. Qianyuan quietly asserted: "Both of you are not in your right mind."

He lowered his head and glanced at the hot oil pan, ready to make garlic and ginger juice, but in order to prevent the two idiots around him from causing more trouble to him, he kicked each of them out of the kitchen.

Obviously making dumplings is such a leisurely thing. Lazy Dog orders the meat filling and chops it up, or even shreds it with a meat grinder. He holds the dumpling wrapper in his hand, stuffs it with chopsticks and folds it a few times to finish.

If you are lazy, you can shape it into wontons, but why does it look like this now?

Mr. Qianyuan sighed helplessly in front of the sizzling oil pan.

Turning around, Ken Hirata, who had just been respectful and smiling, touched his still sore butt and curled his lips.

What's so great about him is that he knows how to cook a few dishes. He kicks me so hard and I'll grab your food later.

Then he glanced at Zhuda Caimiao who seemed to be fine. She patted her butt and sat back on the sofa, carrying a bag and picking out snacks.

It looks like someone is just being particularly cruel to themselves.

So he happily hummed a song. Friendship between men lies in differences.

Because he knew he was the special one.

It was a pity that the email that had been waiting all morning had not arrived. The president returned to the computer and smiled bitterly. He opened his cell phone and sent a text message to the friend who was a friend last night to urge him.

Then he went back to the online game that he had been idle for half an hour, and the keyboard and mouse clicked loudly with both hands, making the two little girls on the sofa couldn't help but frown.

Fortunately, the lonely Mr. Chihara finally got help. The youngest Yui Mizukura still retains the innocence and kindness that belongs to children. Although she doesn’t know how to cook and hasn’t studied too much in home economics class, she can make a package with her hands.

The dumpling work is still doable.

Looking at the results in front of him, he knocked on the heads of the two adults whose mouths were full and kept accusing them.

"Look, what else do you two do besides eating, drinking and having fun? Can you be more promising and learn from Shuicang-san..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. If you don't eat it, it will get cold." Mr. Hirata swallowed hard and waved his hand, "If you wait a little longer, it will be eaten."

"Two pigs!"

Mr. Qianyuan dug out his eyes bitterly, one at a time.

Then he turned to look at the satisfied little classmate and asked softly: "Shui Cang, how does it taste?"

“Very good! It tastes better than outside!”

"After all, it took so much trouble to make it. If it doesn't taste good, I'm sorry for my hard work." He sighed lightly.

Zhuda Caimiao, on the other hand, had the mentality of just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of his labor from the beginning. Looking at the frowning face of the boy next door, his appetite increased instead of decreasing. He mixed the dumplings stuffed with leeks, cabbage and tomatoes on the plate and added them to the plate.

A few people seem to use other people's pain as a dipping saucer, which is really their heart to be punished.

"You feel happy when you see me feeling uncomfortable, right?" Mr. Qianyuan couldn't help but roll his eyes at her.

"If you feel uncomfortable, eat more. Once you're full, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore." The girl smiled and put dumplings on his plate, including leek, cabbage and tomato dumplings, and shared them with him.

"It doesn't take that much, I already feel slightly anorexic."

Mr. Qianyuan gloomily picked up the tomato-filled dumpling with chopsticks. Unexpectedly, the crust was too soft and broke when he poked it with the chopsticks. The bright red tomato juice was wrapped in the minced meat filling, and the cabbage slices flowed out, on the beautiful white plate.

It spread, just like his turbid mood at the moment.

"Speaking of which, how is your character doing?" Qianyuan raised his head and asked curiously.

"Which one?"

"Just the supporting character in "Guilty Crown"." He reminded, "Are there any particularly adult-oriented scenes in that movie? Even if it's just a sideshow, I've finished the course recently and want to catch up on it. The PV trailer

That girl Qi is quite pretty, especially the clothes she wears are amazing. I like this girl quite a lot..."

Hearing this, Zhuda Caimiao couldn't help teasing: "Huh? h——You finally exposed your teenage habits."

As she spoke, she bit into a dumpling stuffed with cabbage. It was so hot that her mouth opened slightly and she gasped for air.

Of course, Mr. Qianyuan dismissed her remarks.

"Again, I'm not interested in real women, I'm just curious about cartoons."

Mr. Qianyuan used his chopsticks to stir aimlessly around the few dumplings left, and he didn't pick them very carefully. As soon as he picked them up, they fell back into the bowl. He kept doing this over and over again, and he couldn't eat a single bite for a long time.

"Hey, it's strange that this happened so suddenly. It made me feel that this character was a thief." He sighed secretly.

Zhuda Caimiao thought for a while and then said: "Then please work hard to get a good role, preferably the male lead, so that you can get close to me... Oh yes, your efforts are useless."

The person in front of me has been so idle recently that he has changed from an animated passer-by character to a real-life nanny character.

She shook her head and glanced back at the president, who was carrying a plate and returning to the work table. Seeing him staring at the computer screen while fighting bosses and eating dumplings, she couldn't help but remind him:

"Has the mail arrived?"

"Wait a minute, let me take a look..."

After being yelled at, he remembered. Mr. Hirata lowered his head and took a piece from the plate and slowly swallowed it into his mouth. He consciously moved the game character to the corner of the scene, switched to the desktop with the shortcut key "wind", and clicked on the browser.

He looked at the red reminder message sent twelve minutes ago and rubbed his eyes in surprise.
Chapter completed!