mtl008 Chapter 301: Queen of Cuisine
Chapter 301: Queen of Cuisine
Chapter 301: Queen of Cuisine
"Driver, is it true that truck cabins cannot carry passengers?"
"I'm so sorry, we really can't do something that endangers our customers' safety..."
The truck driver who transported the instruments in and the truck driver who transported the instruments out were the same person, which in a sense was a kind of fate.
Unfortunately, this kind of fate can neither save everyone in the thorn group the gas cost of driving back and forth, nor bring any discount for the transportation of the musical instruments... although these two items will be reimbursed by the doctor.
The Hanegaoka campus was completely empty. In the Ikebukuro area, it was the second school after Tsuki-no-Mori to announce a holiday. This meant that Kashiwagawa Miki would have no income for the next month, and he would have nothing better to do than quarrel with the people on the school board.
For the children (laughs).
The quarrels and such were all in the future. Now all he had to do was take good care of the sick people at home and send the troublemakers of the Thorn Group away...
Momoka held another celebration party, clamoring to go out for a meal. Even though Rupa and Subaru clearly refused, it couldn't stop Momoka from having a big party...
It must be the doctors who have brought bad habits! Oh my god, how could the alarm clock person be so mean!
"Ms. Momoka, I have transferred 500,000 yen. Please check it and remember to pay the tax." Kashiwa Sanhui showed his transfer record to Momoka, who had just been humiliated by the driver. The warm number made Momoka feel much better.
Although my nasal congestion is getting worse.
Rencai is now seriously ill and can no longer speak. When she opens her mouth, she sounds like Donald Duck.
"Excuse me, doctor... Please don't call us Miss from now on. It's so strange."
"Quack..." Rencai expressed her agreement, although she didn't know how a duck's quack expressed its agreement.
"Everyone, take my car. It will save you some gas money."
Taoxiang's car was borrowed from a friend. She could just send the location to the friend and ask them to pick it up and then pay some money for the fare. If she drove back by herself, she would have to fill up the gas tank, which was not cost-effective.
“Ga…ga!”
Kashiwa Sanhui:?
Taoxiang heard Rencai quack twice like a duck, lowered her head and thought for a while, then patted the doctor's shoulder, while her body was already ready to get off the car.
"I'll go buy some food. Come to our house for dinner today and use our kitchen."
"Is that possible?" Kashiwa Sanhui expressed doubt. "Who among you can cook?"
"Ga." Nina screamed and pointed at Rupa, who was sleeping against the window with a red face and heavy breathing, and Subaru, whose nostrils were stuffed with tissues that blocked his nose. Isn't it too inhumane to expect two sick guys to cook?
"...Let me cook. It's a good opportunity for you to see my cooking skills."
Taoxiang's vegetable market is different from that of ordinary people. Kashiwa Sanhui thought that Taoxiang asked him to stop at 711 to buy a bottle of water or go to the bathroom or something, but he didn't expect that five minutes later she came back to the car with a big bag of things and put it into the arms of Rupa who was already delirious with fever.
"What's inside?" Kashiwa Sanhui asked curiously, and his little hand reached out dishonestly to Rupa's plump and soft thighs...the plastic bag on it.
"Canned food, bento boxes and rice balls, as well as frozen dumplings and miso soup cubes."
"Is this all we're eating tonight?"
"We only have frying pans and soup pots at home to heat these things..." Taoxiang seemed to be very aggrieved. She turned her head and muttered. Her nose was so stuffy that she spoke like a little old lady.
Well... well, at least you bought the antipyretic medicine I asked you to buy, so you did well this time.
"Momoka didn't buy any beer, did she? What are those cans that look like beer?"
Taoxiang blushed a little, as if it was embarrassing to say the names of those things.
"Yes... Hey, doctor, please don't look at it!"
Wangzai Milk...or the reduced-sugar version available only in Japan.
Such an adult actually drinks this, the peach fragrance is so cute.
"You...you've done what you promised us. The live was a success, and the money's in place...so I should try what I promised you, too. Quit drinking and stuff."
Besides, it's not good to drink when you're sick. Even though I've been craving alcohol for a long time, I still have a cold. If I drink a few sips, I'll probably develop intracranial hypertension. My eyes will bulge like a frog, and I'll be laughed at by Rencai again...
"Gaha! Ga...ga!"
"Nina, you're not much better yourself, you can't even speak, so don't even think about making fun of Momoka."
Baihe Sanhui shook his head, complained about the laughing and quacking Rencai, opened a can of Wangzai milk, sipped it slowly, and read the temporary task reward given by the system.
[Cooking Queen: An all-English car radio cooking program, airing daily at 5:00 PM local time. Each day, a dish is introduced. Cooking according to the radio station's recipe can restore energy and, if restored enough, even improve health (especially you!).]
That sounds good. If Su Shi and the others really want to kill me in the future, as long as I can survive until the next day, I can also revive myself by cooking...
But is it all in English?
I failed my college English exam four times!
Baihe Sanhui turned on the radio to debug the channel with a guilty conscience. It was 5:01 pm in Neon, and it was just past the boring opening remarks and time to introduce the dishes.
The listening test officially began. With his limited English vocabulary and the use of his ghost brain, Kashiwa Sanhui could barely understand most of it.
Of course, the girls of the Thorn Group had neither even a meager vocabulary nor a clever brain, and no one, including Hina, was attending school, so they didn't understand a thing.
"Crab paste... noodles, and shrimp, pan-fried and... cheese?"
Is it crab roe noodles? But why cheese and cream? Italian version?
Now is not the time to worry about whether to order the Hu Ye Limited Edition Crab Paste Noodles or the Old Rome Authentic Green Flag Crab Paste Noodles. Tonight’s dinner is definitely decided.
"Is anyone allergic to seafood?"
"No...doctor, are you going to treat us to a seafood feast?" Taoxiang was in a dilemma. If she ate seafood and ordered beer, it would be a waste of food. Besides, it is not suitable to eat seafood when you have a cold or fever.
"Of course not. Everyone, hold on tight. Subaru, hold on to Rupa-san and don't bump your head."
This is not a warm reminder to drive fast. When I slowly drove the girls back to their cozy home, it was already completely dark. The Chinese supermarket opposite the residential building was brightly lit and crowded with people.
This is Ikebukuro, stop using your useless neon language.jpg
While waiting for Sanhui Baihe to knock on the iron door on the sixth floor with a big bag of food, Rencai came to open the door for him with a hoarse voice. Sanhui Baihe shook off the snow on his head, felt the warmth in the room, and exhaled a breath of frosty air.
It’s snowing heavily.