"Ding dong!"
When the doorbell rang, Ji Qianming put down his half-packed luggage and opened the dormitory door.
Zhang Fan, dressed in black and carrying a black suitcase, was standing at the door, with a faint smile on his handsome face, looking at Ji Qianming quietly.
"Boss!" Ji Qianming had a bright smile on his face and turned sideways to let Zhang Fan enter the room.
After being divided into groups in the afternoon, the students began to adjust their dormitories independently. Duanmu Qingyu, Wu Di and Wang Ruoyi formed a group. Nadi Ya was also assigned to a group with two other international friends and has already moved. After going out, Ji Qianming was the only one left guarding the empty room in 304.
"Boss, Hanyuhara hasn't come yet. You can choose rooms 2 and 3 first."
Zhang Fan suddenly stopped in place, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two rooms. There was endless entanglement and struggle in his eyes, with a painful expression on his face.
Is this...a phobia of choice? Ji Qianming was startled and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
"Ahem, I live in Room 1, how about you live next door to me?" Ji Qianming asked tentatively.
Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, as if he had been saved. He cast a grateful look at Ji Qianming and walked quickly into Room 2.
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again.
Hanyuhara walked in quietly carrying a small luggage bag, bowed gently to the two of them, and narrowed his eyes into crescent moons.
"Qian Mingjun, Zhang Fanjun, please give me more advice in the future."
Ji Qianming and Zhang Fan looked at each other and bowed in the same manner, "Please give me more advice."
At this moment, Ji Qianming felt a little excited and hugged two thighs in succession. Now his life was guaranteed!
"Two eldest brothers, I just saw that there are still flour and vegetable fillings in the kitchen refrigerator. It just so happens that today I will make some dumplings to celebrate the establishment of our three-person team." Ji Qianming suddenly felt that the future was extremely bright and he was in a good mood. Volunteered to cook.
"It's okay, I haven't tasted Chinese delicacies yet." Han Yuhara showed an expression of interest.
"I know how to make some dumplings. Let me chop the stuffing for you." Zhang Fan took out a brown apron from somewhere, tied it on his body skillfully, and followed Ji Qianming into the kitchen.
Ji Qianming took out a stainless steel basin from the cupboard, poured some flour into it, rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough enthusiastically.
Zhang Fan took out two kitchen knives, took out the chopping board, and started cutting vegetables.
He looked at the dish in front of him intently, held it down with one hand, held the handle of the knife with the other hand, and started cutting inch by inch, with the distance between each section almost exactly the same.
It took nearly ten minutes to chop this vegetable.
Ji Qianming looked at the leek segments on the cutting board in disbelief. Not only were the lengths of each segment exactly the same, but they were even tilted at the same angle on the cutting board. It was so neat and tidy!
His eyes widened and he said in a daze: "Boss, you... don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, do you?"
Zhang Fan looked at the masterpiece in front of him with satisfaction, raised his head proudly, and ignored Ji Qianming's question.
"Hey, the cutting of this vegetable is so interesting." Hanyuhara suddenly came over from the side and poked at several vegetables with his hands. The perfect shape looked like it had been gnawed by a cow, and it suddenly became extremely ugly.
Zhang Fan's body trembled, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Hanyuhara, a rage burning in his eyes.
"you...!"
Hanyuhara turned his head slightly, smiling at Zhang Fan's angry eyes, and the air between the two became stagnant.
"Ahem, boss, you cut it really well! I'll use it to mix the stuffing first." Ji Qianming was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat. He hurriedly poured the leeks on the cutting board into the basin and said with a smile.
Zhang Fan snorted coldly, suppressed the anger in his heart, walked to Ji Qianming's side and started making dumplings.
He picked up an appropriate amount of dumpling filling with chopsticks, put it into a clean dumpling wrapper, and carefully kneaded it into a perfect shape. Each tilted foot coincided with the golden section, which looked very eye-catching.
The only drawback is that it only took ten minutes to make this dumpling...
The corners of Ji Qianming's mouth twitched wildly, and he gently placed the twenty-second dumpling he had wrapped on the plate. At this time, Zhang Fan finally picked up the second dumpling wrapper and began to wrap it carefully.
No...you promised to help me? It took you so long to pack one for me?
Finally, when Ji Qianming put the sixty-seventh dumpling on the plate, Zhang Fan completed his third piece of art.
"Wait!" Ji Qianming was about to take the pot when Zhang Fan suddenly stopped him.
He frowned and gently moved the dumplings. It took him twenty minutes to arrange the dumplings on the plate into a blooming chrysanthemum, and then he stopped with satisfaction.
Ji Qianming:...
Boss, I was wrong. Don't go into the kitchen again. I'm begging you! I kowtow to you! !
At this moment, Hanyuhara touched the table lightly, and all the dumplings on the plate shifted. The blooming chrysanthemums suddenly turned into chrysanthemum remains.
"Ah, I was really careless." Hanyuhara said lightly, looking at Zhang Fan with a half-smile.
It's over! This scheming man just can't get along with the boss! This thought suddenly flashed through Ji Qianming's mind.
"You! Find! Die!" The murderous intent in Zhang Fan's eyes almost overflowed. The golden leaf pattern in his left eye flashed slightly. Several kitchen knives in the kitchen seemed to be held by invisible hands, hanging above Zhang Fan's eyes. In front of Fan, the tip of the knife was facing Hanyuhara, and it could be shot out at any time.
The smile at the corner of Hanyuhara's mouth became even brighter. He placed one hand on the long knife at his waist, and the few hairs hanging down on his temples moved automatically as if the knife would be drawn out at the next moment.
"Want a fight?"
"Stop! Stop it all!" Ji Qianming, who was caught in the middle, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, "Go outside and beat me. Don't ruin the dumplings I worked so hard to make!"
He hugged the dumplings wrapped on the table in front of him and said with some pain.
"That's right, we can't waste Qian Mingjun's dumplings. In the actual combat class, I want to personally ask Zhang Fanjun for his first place strength." Hanyuhara's smile slowly faded and he let go of his hand from the handle of the knife.
"Okay, I'll wait." Zhang Fan replied coldly, waving his hand to return all the kitchen knives to their original positions, and then the tense aura disappeared.
Ji Qianming finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the two big guys in front of him, he felt that the future was full of unknowns and fog.
It seems that having too many big players in a team is not a good thing... One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.
After a while, the dumplings in the pot gradually floated up. Ji Qianming took out a dumpling and made a cut. The aroma of the dumplings quickly spread in the room.
"Well... that's almost it." Ji Qianming nodded with satisfaction, took out the dumplings one by one, and walked out of the kitchen with a few plates.
At this moment, Zhang Fan and Han Yuhara seemed as if nothing had happened. They were sitting upright on both sides of the dining table, their eyes staring directly at the dumplings in Ji Qianming's hands.
Gulu.
Someone swallowed. Ji Qianming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and picked up the goblet filled with red wine. A red streak appeared in the glass.
"cheers?"
"cheers!"