/ Mo Baqian
In addition to the vegetables and fruits in the greenhouse that trainees can pick at will, Baiyun Village also provides some wild fish, domestic chicken, fresh milk and other agricultural products for everyone to use at will.
The trainees in the Vocal group each carried one or two small baskets of vegetables and fruits, and returned to the farmhouse where they were received.
"Wash the vegetables and peel the potatoes..."
After entering the kitchen, He Ruilin assigned tasks to his teammates.
We set off early this morning. By this time, everyone was already hungry, so they followed He Ruilin's instructions and took the fresh vegetables to the sink outside the kitchen to wash.
The tap water here is drawn directly from the ground, and the ground water is freezing cold just after spring.
Jiang Mingchen took the fennel that had been picked, took a basin of water and washed it off.
Within a few seconds, his hands were already red with ice, "God, isn't this water too cold?"
It feels uncomfortable to soak your hands in water for more than half a minute.
Except for a few occasional complaints, no one is lazy, and everyone is doing what they can.
After He Ruilin sliced the wild grass carp brought in by the villagers, he quickly finished making noodles. Jiang Ning said that he helped his mother roll the dumpling wrappers at home, so he volunteered to help roll the wrappers. As a result, the rolled wrappers were crooked and none of them were round.
Yan Zhaoyun couldn't stand it anymore, sighed, and went to help, "I thought you were so good at rolling..."
After the stuffing was mixed, He Ruilin put the dumpling wrapper in the palm of his hand, scooped out a small spoonful of stuffing and put it in. With his hands together, a dumpling was quickly wrapped and placed on the curtain aside.
His speed was very fast, and it didn't take long for Gailian to place several rows of dumplings.
It's not big, but it's full of stuffing, and the white flowers are round, and it looks a little cute.
"Brother Lin is so amazing." Chen Ke looked on and said innocently.
"In addition to dumplings, there are also vegetables and fish. Isn't ten dumplings for each of us about the same?"
While rolling out the dumpling wrappers, Yan Zhaoyun counted the dumplings and rolled wrappers on the curtain.
"I'll roll out a dozen more skins, let's make up a hundred."
Under the division of labor and cooperation, the speed is very fast.
Unknowingly, the white and fat dumpling has slowed down three curtains.
He Ruilin finished pinching the last dumpling, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and glanced to the side, "The grass carp fillets should be almost marinated, you can cook them for three minutes, and take them out for later use."
After finishing speaking, he washed his hands that were stained with his face, and boiled a small pot of boiling water.
Immediately afterwards, the cleaned tomatoes were quickly scalded in boiling water. After taking them out, the skins of the tomatoes were easily peeled off, leaving only the soft-looking flesh.
Holding a kitchen knife, he cut the ten peeled tomatoes into several pieces, threw them into the empty pot and boiled them.
While cooking the tomatoes, He Ruilin quickly peeled some potatoes and began to shred the potatoes.
His knife skills are not bad, only the sound of "DuangDuang" can be heard, and the cut silk is extremely thin.
The photography teacher couldn't wait to put the camera on He Ruilin from the beginning to the end.
I don't know, I thought he was recording some food show.
It is really rare for young people nowadays to be so proficient in cooking by themselves.
If his son can have such a skill, and occasionally cook for him and his wife, he will be happy from ear to ear.
"I really can't cook, so I'll trouble you at noon."
Lan Muzhou's voice came from outside the kitchen.
"When I was young, I often helped my mother, learn a little, let me do it."
A trainee recommended himself, then paused, and said, "I thought you would like high-end food, brother Zhou, but I didn't expect you to be so down-to-earth, you like to eat fennel eggs!"
There was a lot of noise outside.
Although there were constant "grunts" in the kitchen, these words reached He Ruilin's ears verbatim.
The bold guess made his mind suffocate for a moment, his hand trembled, and the sharp blade grazed his fingertips.
Bright red blood dripped down all at once.
"I'll go, Brother Lin, are you okay?" Jiang Ning was the first to see it, and immediately bluffed.
"What's wrong with Ruilin?" Yan Zhaoyun also looked over, "It's bleeding, and the wound is not small, hurry up and bandage it!"
"I'm fine." He Ruilin said softly.
He resisted the soreness in his heart, endured the tingling pain on his fingers, and washed away the blood on the knife.
Then the broken finger was punched from the water stream.
Chen Ke also helped clean up, "Brother Lin, don't mess with it, let's come, you go and deal with it."
He Ruilin bit his lip and said, "It's nothing, it's just a small hole."
"It's fine if he doesn't like to go, Chen Ke can help find some medicine and gauze."
Qi Mo took the kitchen knife and motioned to Chen Ke.
Except for He Ruilin, the few of them, namely Yan Zhaoyun, still know how to cook a little bit. He Ruilin went there and came back, and the things in the pot were not all mushy.
"Ah, okay, I'll ask." Chen Ke got the words and immediately went out of the kitchen.
Qi Mo doesn't know anything else, but she can still do the work with a knife.
Then He Ruilin cut half of the potatoes. She took the kitchen knife and cut a handful of filaments with ease.
"The big devil is good at chopping vegetables." Jiang Ning said with a smile.
Qi Mo glanced at him, and said in a rather unserious tone, "You can cut meat, so it doesn't matter what kind of meat you cut."
Jiang Ning: ...?
His throat choked up, and he stopped talking for a moment.
How do you feel, so weird?
"Soak the potato shreds in water, otherwise it will oxidize quickly." He Ruilin reminded.
He didn't know if Qi Mo said he liked fennel eggs because Lan Muzhou liked it.
But it was such a coincidence that he had to think about it.
Chen Ke went to the room to look for the staff of the program group, and met Lan Muzhou and Wang Changyan talking to the staff.
He scratched his head and said shyly, "Ah... I'm sorry to interrupt, Brother Lin accidentally cut his hand, I want to ask where we have gauze or something."
"I'll help you find it." After the staff finished speaking, they turned their heads and said to Lan Muzhou and the others, "The director said that we can't help you with this lunch, it's just your own experience. We really can't help."
She didn't say anything more, turned around and went to help Chen Ke find medicine.
Lan Muzhou sighed in difficulty. Except for one trainee who knows a little bit, the others in their group have never been in the kitchen. At most, they helped their parents wash the dishes. This time, they suddenly need to be self-sufficient. How could they do it? good.
Glancing at Chen Ke from the Vocal group, he asked, "What does your group have for lunch?"
Hearing that they were fennel egg dumplings, Wang Changyan immediately poked Lan Muzhou's back furtively.
He whispered in Lan Muzhou's ear, "Zhouzhou, go to their group and get some dumplings, just because you like them."
Lan Muzhou was also a little moved when he heard the trap he liked.
He rubbed his nose, and didn't say he was going to eat it, but said, "Fennel eggs are really good."
I really want to go eat and drink with Qi Mo.
Chen Ke cracked the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Haha, Brother Lin and Brother Xiaoqi both like to eat fennel eggs, and we are both okay, so we decided to eat this together. Brother Lin is a good cook, it's not cooked yet but it looks like Delicious!"
Lan Muzhou: …
Damn, I'm heartbroken for a second.
At the last second, he was still thinking about it in his heart, hesitating whether to go for a date with Qi Mo.
Next second... huh :)
He folded his hands on his chest, with a dark handsome face, he didn't even want to talk to Chen Ke, so he just left.
Or they cook according to the recipes on the Internet.
He doesn't believe that a genius like him can't even cook a good meal?
Hmph, no matter what, I can't help Ruilin.
After Lan Muzhou and Wang Changyan left, Chen Ke quickly got the gauze and ○Nanbaiyao and went back to the kitchen.
He is not very old, but he is very careful and quick in doing things, and he helped He Ruilin bandage his fingers very quickly.
During the whole dressing process, Qi Mo never looked back at him.
He Ruilin had been feeling unspeakably uncomfortable since just now, and it was even worse now.
Maybe...he's not doing well enough.
It wasn't enough for Qi Mo to dispel his previous anger.
On the gas stove, the tomatoes in the pot were basically cooked, making a "gurgling" sound.
He Ruilin was reminded by this sound, stood up, and quickly added half a bowl of water to the pot.
Then I took another half bowl of water, added a spoonful of cornstarch, and stirred it evenly with chopsticks.
"Please take a look, is there any ketchup here?"
Chi Jia immediately rummaged through the seasoning cabinet.
"Some." He came to He Ruilin with a bag of tomato sauce, "How much do you need?"
"Just one spoonful, put it directly into the tomato soup and stir well."
While talking, He Ruilin poured the cooked grass carp slices into the tomato soup. The fish fillet was wrapped in tomato soup, and it didn't take long for it to boil again, and the sweet and sour tomato smell spread throughout the kitchen.
He poured the starch water into the pot and stirred it gently with a spoon.
The bright red tomato soup has visibly thickened to the naked eye, which can especially whet the appetite.
"Wow, it looks too delicious!" Jiang Mingchen couldn't help "sucking", he was really hungry.
Originally, He Ruilin was always not pleasing to the eye, but now...
It has to be said that he was overwhelmed by the food.
After stirring for a while, He Ruilin put down the spoon.
"The tomato fish can be boiled for another two or three minutes. Now let's cook the underwater dumplings."
As he said that, he poured some oil into another pot to prepare for cooking.
Ten minutes later, several dishes were all served on the table.
Shredded potatoes and carrots in cold salad, stir-fried cauliflower with tomatoes, stir-fried cabbage, tomato fish and fennel egg stuffed dumplings.
They are all home-cooked dishes, but they are well-made, with good taste and color.
Coupled with the fact that the trainees have been hungry all morning, it is like a hungry tiger rushing for food.
"Then I won't be polite!"
"Although I'm only doing what Brother Lin asks me to do, it's my first time in the kitchen, so I feel a sense of accomplishment!"
"It's really a sense of accomplishment, Jiang Mingchen, don't eat it yet, let me take a photo!"
"Hahaha I took a picture of the tomato fish just after it was served, and it looks really good with a filter!"
The tomato fish is served in a porcelain basin. In the brightly colored tomato soup, the fresh white fish is immersed in it, and the top is dotted with green scallions, which makes people's appetite burst.
Qi Mo also thought it should be delicious, and was planning to serve a bowl for himself.
At this time, He Ruilin filled a bowl of tomato fish with a wooden spoon and handed it to Qi Mo.
He frowned and said with a smile: "It's still cold now, drink something hot to warm your stomach before eating."
"Thank you." Qi Mo didn't refuse, and thanked him politely.
He Ruilin didn't wait for other teammates to be dissatisfied, and immediately filled a few more bowls and handed them to others.
He always has a gentle and gentle look on his face, and he looks... a bit of a man.
The Vocal group has already started to have lunch happily, while the trainees in the Dance group and Rap group are still learning how to fry the kitchen better.
There are recipes on Lan Muzhou's mobile phone, and he is studying with the team members.
They smelled the scent from the Vocal group and heard the laughing and joking chatter, and they couldn't help being envious.
Wang Changyan yelled at Lan Muzhou again, and said, "You're just saving face, so go directly to Vocal and say, you want to eat some of their fennel egg dumplings, can they give you some?"
Lan Muzhou curled his lips, "Why don't you go? You know how to fool me."
Can he get there?
Isn't it even more obvious that he can't even cook after the past.
No matter which aspect, he will not lose to He Ruilin!
"Fennel eggs?" Zhou Cheng frowned and turned around at this moment, "Brother Lin never eats fennel."
Eh…?
Lan Muzhou was stunned for two seconds.
Zhou Cheng and He Ruilin were in the same group twice, and they stayed together for a month, so they should not be mistaken about He Ruilin's preferences.
That's why Qi Mo likes it, and then...He Ruilin is accommodating Qi Mo, so he said he likes it?
He inexplicably thought of the scene in the greenhouse.
When the two of them got together, their movements seemed indescribably intimate.
Before he could clear his thoughts, he stood up suddenly.
"I'll go take a look at them."