mtl008 Chapter 302 I Care About You
Chapter 302 I Care About You
Chapter 302 I Care About You
This is not the first time I have cooked Italian food. Xiaomu and Xiangzi actually like the Italian stews and cream soups they make.
You still have to go through the necessary procedures, such as heating the pot, cooking pasta, and preparing ice water...
Then there's the part where you take off your shirt, put on an apron, put your hands behind your back, and then tie a flashy little bow with your eyes like a pro.
But after all, it's not his own home, and Momoka's house has a semi-open kitchen that is directly connected to the living room, so the layout cannot be so open - thinking of this, Kashiwa Sanhui smiled awkwardly at Zhizhi who was looking at him as if he were trash, and then buttoned up his half-unbuttoned shirt.
"I'm used to cooking without clothes, so I just do it subconsciously. Sorry..."
"Our kitchen isn't fully enclosed and we don't have a range hood. I'm so sorry, doctor."
It didn't take too long to cook the pasta. I soaked it in ice water for a while and then took it out for later use. Then I washed and disassembled the black tiger prawns I bought, and fried the shrimp heads in a frying pan to extract the shrimp oil. I added semi-finished crab paste, a little cream, and skim milk in that order. After adding black pepper and sea salt, I added some red wine. I prefer thicker ones, so I didn't add coconut milk. The salty and fragrant taste of the cheese itself is strong enough.
This is essentially Italian food, but the flavor is too rich and not "Italian" enough... Well, actually it's just that Kashiwa Sanhui doesn't like it.
Alchemical cooking will cause the ingredients to taste different.
This is the time when Chengyang Lake hairy crabs are plump and delicious. Unfortunately, I am far away in Neon and cannot buy them, so I can only eat Hextech crab roe.
Oh my god, why is the Japanese Agricultural Cooperative so bad!
Seeing Zhizhi sitting in the living room with his knees hugged, looking confused and not knowing what to do, Kashiwa Sanhui waved to the little cutie with silver curly hair, and his red eyes almost instantly locked onto Kashiwa Sanhui's eyes.
It was as if Zhizhi was looking at him and saying something like, "What do you want me to do? Don't tell me to do anything."
Well, it seems that Miss Zhizhi has only reluctantly let down her guard in front of me. If I say something wrong or do something wrong, I will still be scolded by this little cutie.
It doesn't matter, good friendships are built up step by step.
"Come and try the flavor."
Baihe Sanhui scooped out a small bowl of thick soup, mixed some pasta with it, sprinkled some shredded cheese on it, and handed it to Zhizhi, who was a little confused, along with the chopsticks.
His round face was flushed from a low-grade fever, his eyes were blurry and his steps were unsteady.
She has a sour face, but she is inexplicably charming.
"Hmm...It's Italian style, but a little bland." After finishing the pasta in the bowl in one gulp, Zhizhi gave his own evaluation and returned the bowl and chopsticks to the chef.
"The milk flavor isn't strong enough? Or isn't it salty enough?"
"It doesn't have enough crab flavor, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's semi-finished crab paste after all... The doctor is really good at cooking. I'm so envious."
"Are you jealous that I can cook?"
"No la……"
Zhizhi shook her head and squatted down sullenly. The home skirt she was wearing didn't fit her well, so Kashiwa Sanhui raised his eyes politely to avoid any harassment or misunderstanding... although there seemed to be no need to avoid suspicion.
If we ignore the height difference, this is a body that can rival Aine’s.
But you still have to do some superficial work.
"I envy Xiangzi and Mu. They can often eat a variety of fresh meals... Momoka only buys canned food and bento. Rupa and Subaru can cook, but they are not as good as you..."
"Do you want to hire me as a chef?" Kashiwa Sanhui said half-jokingly, while adding some crab paste that had been fried with onions, crushed it and added it to the thick soup.
The doctor really listened to my advice...
Zhizhi's eyes softened a little, but his words were still as hard as tiles.
"Hmph... We are five poor people in my family and we don't have the money to hire a great chef like you."
"No charge, just add a pair of my bowls and chopsticks... or two pairs, and maybe bring Xiangzi or Xiaomu along for a free meal."
"It would be better not to come..."
A strange possessive desire suddenly surged in Zhizhi's heart. He looked up at the man in front of him, who was obviously not stunning but inexplicably attractive. His heartbeat seemed to speed up a little bit...
"Chi? Tomo-san? Chi Chi?"
"Ahh... I'm here, what's wrong?"
"Wake everyone up, it's almost time for dinner."
After sending away the girl who had inexplicably started to daydream and blushed to her ears, Kashiwa Sanhui quickened his pace. In addition to the Italian crab roe cream pasta, he also spent a few minutes mixing some salad ingredients with shrimp.
Worried that Rencai was still growing and not getting enough to eat, I specially made some sushi balls. I didn't use traditional sashimi but pan-fried beef tenderloin instead. Children shouldn't always eat raw food.
After the food was served on the turntable and placed on the small table with the kotatsu, the girls struggled to get up.
Momoka and Nina helped Rupa, whose fever had suddenly worsened, to sit down. Chichi leaned drowsily against the sofa, nodding his head as if he had dozed off in class. Subaru came out of the bathroom sneezing, looking weak and dehydrated.
Even Hina started to feel dizzy and didn't even have time to eat. She quickly contacted her agent to pick her up and took her to the hospital.
If I can't sing due to any sequelae of the flu, everyone in the group will be angry with me.
"Everyone seems very ill... Should we contact the hospital?"
Baihe Sanhui didn't think they were five beautiful young girls accompanying him for dinner, but rather five seemingly living people who had checked in at the gates of hell and were mechanically eating...
The Queen of Cooking is doing her best. Is it because I didn’t do it right?
"Hmm...it's delicious. And doctor, did you mix anything bad into it?"
Taoxiang felt refreshed immediately after taking a bite of the pasta coated with cream, chopped crab paste and basil leaves. The flushed face and dizziness caused by the low fever disappeared immediately. Taoxiang felt as energetic as if she had just slept for six hours.
The reactions of the others were not as severe, but they had also improved to varying degrees... At least Rupa could sit up straight and eat, and she was no longer the sickly look that looked like she might collapse at any moment ten minutes ago.
"It's just normal pasta. If you don't believe me, you can ask Zhizhi--" Baihe Sanhui pretended to look innocent, then took a big mouthful of grass. His bright black eyeballs matched with the grass in his mouth, making him look as pure and simple as an old ox.
"Yeah, there may be a little too many spices, but there's nothing that shouldn't be added." Zhizhi nodded in agreement. Thinking of his own thoughts just now, he felt inexplicably shy.
Taoxiang looked at the man and woman who were alone in the living room and kitchen with suspicion. Could it be that these two guys had colluded to secretly add ingredients and then sell us out?
However, the dish may not be restored enough, and Rencai's hoarse voice has not recovered much. It is a good thing that he can barely utter one or two words.
Subaru's nasal congestion has improved a little, at least he doesn't have to keep a large ball of tissue stuck in his nostrils all the time.
Only Rupa was still a patient who needed care. After eating something, Zhizhi helped her back to her room to rest. Kashiwa Sanhui was a little worried about the health of this big girl...
It’s not the small head controlling the big head.
Although Rupa-san is plump and humorous, her sexual tension is several times higher than all the girls she knows, and she is completely in her strike zone.
But I just want to take care of Rupa-san for a while out of concern for my friend...I guess so?
"It's okay, it's okay, let Rupa rest on her own."
Since visitors were not allowed, there was no reason for Baihe Sanhui to stay. There were three patients at home waiting to be taken care of. After politely declining Taoxiang's request to stay overnight, he put on his windbreaker and walked into the heavy snow.
"I'm going back first. Remember to contact me if you have anything."
"Oh...are you really going...to stay overnight?"
Rencai was still somewhat reluctant to leave, thinking that if the doctor stayed, the midnight snack would have to change from cheap pre-canned food to delicious fresh hot dishes, so she held onto the hem of Kashiwa Sanhui's clothes reluctantly.
But the hoarse duck voice was a bit distracting.
Kashiwa Sanhui turned around, his gaze meeting those eyes as clear as the blue ocean, and he smiled gently as he touched Renai's head.
"Keep an eye on Momoka and don't let her drink. Take good care of Rupa, and you should get some rest too. I care about you guys a lot."
Do you care about us...?
It’s really nice, someone cares about me, and someone cares about everyone, whether they are thornless or not...
"I already told you I won't drink anymore! Why do you need to emphasize this so many times?"
An empty milk can was thrown out, obviously not at Baihe Sanhui's forehead but thrown very sideways to a corner outside the window, just for warning and to scare the little girl.
"I know, let's go~"
"Tsk...I want you to mind your own business."
Although Taoxiang said with disdain, a warm red color appeared on her face in the shadows.
It's good, someone cares about something...