My Girlfriend is a Wicked Girl

How to be a good girlfriend is also a new topic for Dongmei. It is also the first time for her to date, and it is the first time to be a girlfriend for someone else. She has no experience at all and does not understand many things.

She rubbed the medal and thought about it for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was a good idea to patch up Hideji Kitahara—mainly laundry, cleaning, changing sheets and bedding, and going to and from school together. Still doing these things can't show the importance to his injury, and can't convey his heart. In terms of basic necessities, there is only one word "food" left.

Then there is only one problem, what should I do if I can't cook?

When she was born, it was her mother who cooked the food. It was super delicious. After her mother passed away, her father started to cook. When her father fell ill, it was Haruna who took over the responsibility—Hideji Kitahara would do it when he was free. , Haruna helped him, when Kitahara Hideji was not free, the whole family counted on Haruna for dinner.

Of course, she is not completely ignorant, she has learned things like cooking noodles and making miso soup in school, but that's all. She has never cooked a complete meal before , so it's a bit difficult right now.

But it doesn't matter, who is born with everything? No way to learn!

She started the house at the age of fourteen, didn't she know nothing at the beginning, she shed tears secretly while washing clothes at night, she also survived later, now she just cooks a few meals, nothing to be afraid of!

After thinking about it, she turned her head and said to Chuncai, "Chuncai, lend me your recipe."

Chuncai raised her head when she heard the words, and asked strangely, "Sister, what are you doing with that?"

She was studying the two sets of maid outfits, and she thought the black and white outfits were really pretty. Unfortunately, the older sister was more traditional and rigid, and her temper was a bit more aggressive. If she insisted on not wearing them, she would have to keep them for a long time, which is a pity.

"He's not hurt, I want to cook him something delicious." Fuyumi sat there cross-legged and said, "At any rate, I've dated him. I can't condone his bad habits, but I still have to care about it."

Chuncai didn't show it on the face but was very happy in her heart. She thought it was a good idea, and immediately suggested: "Then I'll be a big sister and send it to him?"

Dongmei shook her head and said, "No, I want to do it myself!"

Even if she is competitive, she doesn't think she can overwhelm Hideji Kitahara in cooking skills. He is a famous chef who can earn tens of millions of yen a year in the restaurant. As long as she is a normal person, she will not be so stupid as to compare her cooking skills with this kind of person. She just You have to show your heart—of course you can’t say your true heart, it’s too embarrassing and it’s easy to make that kid inflated, but it’s still okay to let him eat the sincerity from the cooking.

She was going to cook some delicious food for Hideji Kitahara in person, to integrate her feelings for him, so she couldn't let Haruna do it, let alone let Haruna guide him, otherwise, what would Hideji Kitahara do if he ate something made by Hidetoshi Haruna? What should I do if I can't appreciate my hard work?

Haruna hesitated for a moment, but was still worried: "Sister, can you come by yourself? Can this work?" It was Dongmei, who looked at her blankly and got up and left without even bothering-cooking is not difficult. But it is not an easy task to make dishes that people can eat comfortably. People who think that they can know just by looking at the recipes are fools among fools.

Dongmei is very confident, really full of confidence: "Of course I can do it! My grades are so good, which shows that I have a high IQ and a strong learning ability, but cooking is definitely no problem! Okay, go and get it to me!"

The most beloved elder sister gave the order, and Haruna had no choice but to get up and get it. Dongmei began to study after receiving it, and waved her hand and said, "Go and rest, Haruna, I will use the kitchen this afternoon."

"Do you really not need me to help you?"

"No, I can do it myself!" Dongmei is very stubborn, and the things she has decided will not change, and she is serious about it. If you have a foundation, it will definitely be fine to cook a soup and make two side dishes - don't ask for more delicious food, but focus on feelings. If the kid wants to dislike him, he will blow his dog's head off on the spot.

Haruna's continuous persuasion was fruitless, so she had no choice but to leave. First, she went to the bathroom door and knocked on the door when there was no movement. She reminded her second sister not to sleep in the bathtub, and then went to the second floor to see Akitaro. The child is going to take a nap, and he is sleeping soundly. Natsuori Natsusa, who is in charge of watching him today, is also huddling there to sleep—there is a welcome party at home, but I thought Kitahara Hideji and Yuri would not come back until evening at least Unexpectedly, these two people did not participate in the victory celebration and sneaked away early. The three little ones didn't know that the plan had been disrupted.

Haruna walked around the house and found that there was nothing to do. During the summer vacation, there was really nothing to do during the day, so she finally returned to her room. She opened the closet, carefully put two sets of maid outfits in according to Fuyumi's instructions, then closed the door of the closet, but stared at the closet door for a while, opened the door again, and took out one set.

She hesitated for a while, locked the door of the room, drew the curtains, and then took off the loose cooking clothes with a pull of the tie, and put on the maid's one-piece black dress, and then tied the white apron , put on a lace neckline, put on white stockings, tied a garter ring inside the skirt, and finally put on a bun in front of the mirror, and put on the white headdress properly— ——She is wearing Dongmei's outfit, but she is in the third grade of junior high school, she is a little over fifteen years old, and has grown a lot in a year. She is currently 1.51 meters tall, and the clothes are a little small, but they can barely fit improvise.

After she was dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror—the black and white maid uniform was very correct, the long black skirt reached her knees, and the small white apron on the waist was inlaid with a little cute lace, and the waist seemed very thin, as if light It looks like it will break if it is folded lightly, and underneath is the slender calf wrapped in white stockings, and a pair of small feet also look smooth and tender.

She gently tied the white ribbon in front of her neck with a small bow, then slightly turned halfway around, looked at the bigger bow behind her waist, and then stared at her face again.

There is no expression, thin eyebrows are flat, the corners of the lips are flat, only the dark pupils are like a deep pool, as if they can absorb the surrounding light as if they are bottomless - I usually look a bit gloomy, but with the maid uniform I feel dignified many.

This dress is not ugly, it feels good to wear.

The eldest sister looks much better than herself, and she should look even more beautiful in it. Why doesn't she like it?

what a pity!

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Haruna is researching maid outfits, and Fuyumi has already found out what to cook to nourish Hideji Kitahara - dried bonito mushroom soup and charcoal-grilled veal, both of which are helpful for recovering from joint fatigue.

She carefully read the recipe three times, and felt that the process was relatively simple, and she should be able to handle it, so she copied all the recipes carefully, and then rushed to the kitchen.

She is in charge of the purchases in the family store, and she often checks the refrigerator and freezer. It is not troublesome to find the ingredients, and she quickly finds the ingredients, and then tie up a small apron to start the preliminary processing.

"300 grams of white radish cut into pieces..." She looked at the instructions on the recipe, washed a white radish, touched the kitchen knife and started.

This is not a problem for her, after all, the family runs an izakaya, and I usually watch a lot, and as an Aichi short-legged tiger, killing people is not a problem, and chopping radishes is a piece of cake, "...then sliced ​​​​carrots, umm , wild dried mushrooms should be soaked in water with some salt, what is the temperature of the water? If you didn’t say anything, you can use cold water, right? 150 grams of tofu, sliced ​​bonito, sliced ​​shiitake mushrooms, sliced ​​taro root... It feels very simple ah!"

It went smoothly, and Fuyumi's spirit was greatly lifted. She couldn't help but blushed when she thought about Kitahara Hideji's surprised expression at dinner——if he wanted to praise herself then, what should she say?

"Tch, I just do this kind of trivial thing casually... It doesn't feel good, or should I put it this way... It's not specially made for you, it's just fine if you think it tastes good, it's nothing at all."

After thinking about it for a while, she felt a little complacent, and then she sat the pot on the stove, then looked at the recipe, and found that the recipe said to fry carrots and white radish slices in sesame oil. She followed suit right away, found the sesame oil pot and began to pour oil into the pot—how much should I pour?

She hesitated to pour a little bit, and felt that it was a little too little, and poured it for a while, and felt a little too much, but it should be okay, so she turned on the fire, waited for the oil to start bubbling, and poured carrots and white radish slices in, There was a sudden squeak, and the oil began to splash out, which made her take a big step back in fright—is cooking so dangerous? Potentially disfigured?

She picked up a frying pan and put it in front of her face, then took the strainer and began to pull the radish slices in the oil pan from a distance, and quickly glanced at the recipe - how long will it be fried! ah? Fry until slightly soft and oily in color? This... how do you judge whether it is soft or hard?

What kind of shit recipe is this?

She recalled how Kitahara Hideji and Haruna used to cook it. She felt that it didn’t need to be fried for too long. After waiting for more than a minute, she turned off the fire and fished out the radish slices. All of them have become one by one, and each root looks like an old radish in its seventies, full of wrinkles.

She hesitated to pick one up and blew it to cool down, took a sip and tasted it. It wasn't soft, why was it still hard, and it still felt crunchy and a bit bitter.

Didn't it fail? However, it should be forgiven for failing the first time, but it can be eaten by Xueli later, and it can't be wasted.

She bit the bullet and continued to follow the steps in the recipe, and then slowly became confused.

A teaspoon and a half of salt? What is the unit of measurement for a scoop? What size spoon should I use? Two tablespoons of soy sauce? Aren't spoons and ladles the same thing? And a teaspoon of perilla powder...what's the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon?

Eh? Doesn't it mean that the soup made from bonito is milky white? Why is it black?

The effect didn't seem right, and this dish had to be cooked in two pots at the same time. She was in a hurry and started running around in the kitchen. By the way, she kept looking at the recipe—adding some mountain root chili oil? How much is some? This shit recipe is so annoying!

Reluctantly suppressing her violent temper, she hurriedly searched for mountain root chili oil in the seasoning pile. You don’t need so many seasonings to make miso soup at school, you just need to add salt, and there are hundreds of seasoning bottles here... That kid needs to cook. Don't be so particular, why are there so many homemade seasonings?

A minute later, she found five small glass bottles, all of which were labeled by Kitahara Hideji, uniformly saying "mountain root oil", but the colors were different, and then she looked at the five bottles and became dazed—why? There are five? Which should I put?

At this time the pot boiled again, she hurried to turn off the fire, but felt that something was wrong, so she had to add a large spoonful of cold water, then hesitated for a moment, took a small dish and poured a little mountain root oil to taste and decide which flavor Add whatever you like.

She first sniffed it, and found that there was no smell. She hesitated for a while, raised her head, and took a mouthful of stuffiness. It protruded directly, and his hands pinched directly into his neck, only to feel that his throat was burning.

She rushed under the water faucet, hugged the faucet and began to rinse her mouth, and then drank a few more gulps, but felt that it was still too hot, so she just stuck out her little tongue and started rinsing with the faucet...

Was the kitchen such a dangerous place? !