"Tonight I plan to make a dish of griddle chicken and sweet and sour carp," Asuka Shimizu said while handling the chicken in her hands.
"Griddle chicken, sweet and sour carp." Mineko touched her chin, "It's another two dishes I haven't eaten before. Why not make Mapo tofu and cola chicken wings?"
Mineko Kazama remembered the taste of Coke chicken wings and Mapo tofu, and swallowed unconsciously.
"Because there are more people at night."
Asuka had already cut the whole chicken on hand into small pieces. She turned around and took out cooking wine, pepper, fresh chicken powder, oil, and coloring sauce, and put them into a small basin together with the chicken that had been cut into pieces.
"You can't make too much Coke Chicken Wings and Mapo Tofu in one pot, and the portion is not impossible, but cooking too much in one pot will affect the taste of the dish. If you make two pots, although the portion is enough, you don't have the time," Asuka kept busy with her hands and didn't forget to look back and explain.
"That's it." Mineko said, leaning forward again, trying to see what Asuka had put.
Asuka moved to the side so that Mineko could see the condiments at hand.
Then, she poured all the seasonings together with the chicken pieces into a small basin, put on disposable gloves to pick them up, and waited until all the chicken pieces were dyed with the color of the mixed sauce. Then she poured some starch into it, picked it up again, and set it aside.
While marinating the chicken pieces, Asuka asked Mineko to help her take out onions, scallions, green peppers, and other ingredients, and peel and cut them into pieces. She poured oil into the fryer to preheat and prepare fried chicken pieces.
A few minutes later, all the side dishes used to enhance the taste had been processed. The two of them washed them and put them into the leaky basket.
After doing this, Asuka took out a wooden chopstick and put it into the oil. When she saw bubbles coming out of it, she knew that the oil was hot.
Asuka poured the marinated chicken pieces into the hot oil. When the chicken pieces turned golden brown in the oil, she took them out when they were almost six years old, put them into the basin again, and left them aside.
The aroma of fried chicken was so strong that Shinchan and Toru Kazama, who were playing games in another room, were a little distracted. They turned their heads to look at the kitchen from time to time. Their stomachs, which had eaten a lot of crystal peach blossom cakes in the afternoon, were seduced by the aroma unconsciously. They were hungry again.
"Shinchan..." Kazama put down the remote control car in his hand and said eagerly: "It smells so good. Let's go to the kitchen and see if it's okay."
If it was Shinchan from before, he would definitely agree.
But today, he refused righteously: "No! Sister Asuka is cooking, we can't go in and disturb her!"
Toru Kazama: "But it smells really good. I want to go in and see what big sister is cooking..."
Shinchan: "If it doesn't work, it won't work!"
Kazama: "...Okay. I didn't expect you, Shinchan, to be so serious..."
"Oh, I hate you Kazama~ I've always been very serious."
While the two children were playing around outside, Asuka Shimizu had already started stir-frying. The fried golden chicken pieces and the side dishes used to enhance the flavor were mingling in the fierce fire. A stronger and richer aroma suddenly burst out during the fierce collision!
Generally speaking, a normal dry pot will not emit a strong aroma no matter how much it is stir-fried, but Asuka uses some special preparation techniques to diffuse the aroma to the greatest extent, and this will not make it dry. The taste of the pot is lost and it is more likely to cause appetite.
Anyway, Mineko Kazama, who was studying next to her, and Mitsy Nohara, who was roasting saury next to the oven, were so enticed by the smell that they kept swallowing their saliva, and their eyes occasionally glanced at the almost-ready dry pot chicken.
Asuka turns on high heat and simply stir-fries for another two minutes. Because the onions are easy to cook, stir-fry for two minutes.
She poured the prepared dry pot chicken into a large transparent glass bowl, which just filled the bowl, making it look very substantial.
"Is it done?" Mitsy saw Asuka putting the dry-pot chicken on the plate, and she couldn't help but move over.
The dry pot chicken is made with sweet new onions as a base, stir-fried in oil with bright red dried chili peppers, golden fried potatoes, and green and crispy green chili peppers, plus a layer of white sesame seeds on top. Just looking at it makes you want to put it in your mouth.
"Is this the dry pot chicken? It smells so delicious..."
"Want to try the taste?" Asuka looked at the two of them with cold eyes, reached out, and took out a pair of chopsticks from the side, handing them over and saying:
"Try the taste."
"Is it okay?" Nohara Mitsy was very moved.
Asuka didn't say anything, but just passed the glass bowl she was holding forward.
"Then I'll taste it for you."
As she spoke, Nohara Mitsy picked up a boneless chicken nugget and put it into her mouth.
The freshly made dry pot chicken was still a little hot. She gently bit into the fried and tender chicken pieces. The slight spiciness combined with the sweetness of the fried chicken, the slightly stimulating texture, and the rich chicken aroma instantly filled her mouth. Explode!
Nohara Mitsy didn't care to speak. She chewed the chicken nuggets in her mouth carefully. After swallowing, she reluctantly said:
"It's so delicious! Although the taste is a bit spicy, it's just within the acceptable range of Shinchan and Toru."
"Um, sister Asuka..."
"Sister Mitsy, do you also want to learn this dish?" Asuka just saw Mitsy's expression and guessed what she was thinking.
"Ah, yes, can I learn?"
"Of course. After I finish cooking the sweet and sour carp, I will write down the preparation methods of these two dishes together with the cola chicken wings and mapo tofu for lunch."
Having said this, Asuka paused for a moment and asked the system in her mind:
"Come out for a moment."
I am a good person system: ??
[Hello host, what's the problem?]
"Can I write Japanese characters? I'm going to write a recipe for Sister Mineko and Sister Mitsy later. I'm afraid that when I'm about to write it, I'll find that I can't write Japanese characters."
"This..." I am a good person System hesitated strangely.
"What's the problem?"
[No, there is no problem. Make arrangements for the host immediately.]
Asuka raised her eyebrows. It turned out that she really couldn't write Japanese characters.
"Wait a moment..."
I am a good person system that is about to exit: ...
[Excuse me, host, is there anything else you can do?]
"Help me check the favorability level of Nohara Mitsy. What is it now..."
...
Time: 5 p.m.
Location: Futaba Trading.
Thirty-five-year-old Nohara Hiroshi packed up the materials on the table and put them in his briefcase to get off work.
A slightly younger and fat office worker on the side suddenly came over with a lewd smile and whispered:
"Chief Nohara~ I know there is a very interesting shop recently. Let's go there and have a drink tonight."
Nohara Hiroshi's expression suddenly became very brilliant, but thinking of Mitsy's phone call in the afternoon, she still said regretfully:
"No, Kawaguchi, a little girl came to the house today and said she knew someone in our family. I have to go back and have a look. I don't think I will go today."
"That's it." Kawaguchi's expression was a bit regretful, but he still understood: "Then Section Chief Nohara, please go back quickly. I'll go with the rest of the company."
Nohara Hiroshi nodded and took the briefcase out of Futaba Trading.
He raised his head habitually. The sunlight at seventeen o'clock in the afternoon had already set, and the burgundy sunlight shone on his tired face with fine lines. The pedestrians on the street seemed to have not changed. They were always the same group and always in a hurry. It seemed that there was nothing that could make them stop...
Like other pedestrians, he moved forward tiredly, his eyes hollow with the numbness he had long been accustomed to.
The same goes for the subway station. The spacious waiting room is still crowded with travelers rushing for life. Their expressions are exactly the same, as if they are wearing the same mask, indifferent and tired.
"Why..."
Nohara Hiroshi was squeezed into the subway car by the crowd behind him. His body staggered, and before he could stand firm, the subway had already started.
"Bang!"
"It hurts..." Nohara Hiroshi got up in embarrassment and quickly grabbed the handle. He looked around awkwardly and found that everyone in the carriage didn't seem to see his predicament, with cold and indifferent eyes. It made him feel very empty inside.
Finally, he arrived.
It seemed as if he didn't even need to move at all, and the crowds of people squeezed him in all directions, with only one gap left. Finally, he got out of the subway station with an indifferent look on his face.
"Ha... It feels good to get off work."
As he walked out of the station, Nohara Hiroshi turned his head and looked at the tall office buildings next to him and the vehicles that were in a hurry, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
He didn't know if this life was good or bad. The endless work made him forget a lot of things, and he had no energy to care about anything else.
After walking a few steps forward, Nohara Hiroshi found that the streets were very quiet today.