My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Ishigamikawa’s parents work abroad, so no one bothers even if they play late at night.

　　Perhaps, the lack of parental care and education is also part of the reason why Ishigami has become a house.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky pondered for a while, and asked: "Ishigami, are you hungry?"

　　 "It's kind of." Ishigamigawa nodded, "Let's go downstairs to find something to eat. I'll treat you."

　　 "Is there any ingredients in the refrigerator? I will cook you a meal in return."

　　 "There is only a little water tofu and a little minced meat left..." Ishigamikawa said helplessly: "Except for my sister-in-law who will come over to cook for me on weekends, I eat convenience store lunches all the time."

　　 "Enough." Fujiwara Hoshizora stood up with a smile, "I'll get it, you can wait a while."

　　Walking into the kitchen, besides water tofu and minced meat, there is a tray of eggs and a few tomatoes in the refrigerator.

　　 is okay, you can make one dish and one soup.

　　Washing the rice and going to the pot, Fujiwara Starry Sky flipped through the counter, and unexpectedly found that the kitchen ingredients were quite complete.

　　 Take out all the ingredients from the refrigerator and put them in order.

　　 Let's make a beggar version of Mapo Tofu first.

　　 chop a little bit of minced meat, the weight is about one tenth of the tofu, more will be overwhelming, and less taste bad.

　　Chop a little green onion and **** for later use, and chopped green onion for later. It's a pity that there is no garlic, otherwise the taste would be better.

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky found a bottle of bean paste, pour out the bean paste, mix it with cooking wine and brine and marinate for about 10 minutes.

　　 There is no prickly ash and soul, but there is no way.

　　 Next, cut the tofu, boil hot water and add salt to blanch it, then put it aside and let it cool with cold water for three minutes to remove the beany flavor of the tofu itself, and it will not break easily.

　　 Next, we will proceed to the next step, frying the minced pork.

　　 First, fry the fat in the minced meat on a low fire, then add the green onion and ginger, stir fry for one minute, after the aroma of green onion and **** is fried, add the pre-prepared seasoning.

　　 After adding the seasoning, add appropriate amount of water, add a little light soy sauce, add chili oil, a little sugar for freshness, and finally pour the blanched tofu cubes.

　　 Burn the tofu on medium heat until it tastes good. After three minutes, the soup begins to thicken. The thickening is divided into three times. After each thickening, the tofu must be stirred to spread evenly. Moreover, the amount of thickened three times is less than once. The last time, just a little bit.

　　 This thickening method, called 芡芡芡, can increase the layering of the dishes in the mouth.

　　 Fujiwara Xingkong has not spent much time studying cooking skills in the past three years. After all, he is poor and he is greedy. If he can't afford a hotel, he can only work on his own.

　　 After the thickening is complete, sprinkle with chopped green onion to serve.

　　 Another egg and tomato, use it to make a soup.

　　 This has no technical content, you can do it with your hands.

　　 The soup is ready and the rice is just cooked.

　　 "It smells so good..." Ishigamigawa's voice came from the dining room into the kitchen.

　　 "I've been waiting for a long time, I can eat it soon."

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora brought out the dishes and rice, and sat down opposite him.

　　 "I didn't expect Fujiwara, you would cook." Ishikamigawa was surprised, "I didn't see you move during the cooking class."

　　 "I'm lazy..." Fujiwara Hoshizora said with a smile, "Try my craft."

　　 "I started." Ishigami Kawaro put his hands together and thanked Fujiwara Star.

　　 After finishing speaking, his hand holding the spoon, trembling slightly, stretched out to the plate of brightly colored tofu with tangy aroma.

　　 Scoop out a small piece of tofu, add some juice, and put it in front of your eyes.

　　 The tofu is steaming, and the chili oil refracts the light, as if tofu is shining.

　　 Ishigami River’s taste buds secreted a lot of saliva. He swallowed his saliva and couldn’t wait to put the tofu in his mouth.

　　 tender.

　　 Very tender and smooth.

　　 Shi Shang's eyes widened in an instant. This piece of tofu does not have the astringency of tofu at all. When bitten down, it is silky smooth to the end, with a slight rebound.

　　 The taste is really good.

　　 Especially the taste of the juice, the bean paste is mixed with the scent of **** and green onions, interlaced with each other, but they exist independently, the meat is chewy, and there is no feeling of softness at all.

　　 If you taste it carefully, you can still taste a hint of sweetness. But this sweetness is very subtle, you don't need to experience it, you can't notice it at all, just like a spring rain, it will only infiltrate the taste buds unconsciously.

　　 "It's sugar." Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled, "I added a little sugar."

　　 No wonder it is so.

　　 Ishigamikawa nodded.

　　 Suddenly, a strong sense of hotness came.

　　 He blushed on the spot.

　　 After taking a big sip of water, he stretched out his tongue, panting for breath, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

　　 Real Mapo tofu is not so spicy. After all, there is no prickly ash. There is no way to increase the spicy level to make up for the missing hemp.

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora looked at him with a smile.

　　 Ishigami Chuan then vividly demonstrated what is human cuisine, and the addiction is still big.

　　 He obviously can't eat spicy food, and he has to bite the bullet.

　　 After only one-third of a plate of tofu was eaten, he was already on his head, sweating profusely and drenched all over.

　　 Lips also began to swell, like two small sausages hung, his eyes became a little dull, and his hands were already shaking so much that he could not hold a spoon.

　　 Fujiwara’s starry sky can only pick up slightly spicy, Cantonese slightly spicy, so in Ishikami Chuan, he seemed to see the scene when he was eating Jiangxi mild spicy.

　　 This feeling is really cool.

　　 There is a saying that the pain of others is the source of art, and if you suffer, you will only become the source of art for others.

　　Wang Xiaobo is sincere not to deceive me.

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky held back a smile and helped him take another glass of water. When he sat back in his position, he asked, "How do you feel?"

　　 Ishigamigawa took a big sip of water suddenly, and said heavily, "Cool!"

　　 "Do you feel like there is a fire in your heart and want to vent it?"

　　 "Listening to what you said, it seems to be a little bit real."

　　 "That's right." Hoshizori Fujiwara nodded, and then asked, "How long have you not eaten as happily as you are now?"

　　 Ishigamikawa was silent for a long time, and whispered: "I don't remember..."

　　 "Then how long have you not cleaned up your appearance in the mirror?"

　　 "It seems...there hasn't been since the beginning of this semester..."

　　 Ishigamikawa lowered his head, his tone was dull.

　　 "Ishigami, listen to me."

"what's up?"

　　 "From tomorrow, look in the mirror and dress carefully."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Fujiwara Starry Sky smiled and said, "Eating seriously and dressing seriously are also part of a serious life."

　　 "If a person has lost hope in life, he may wish to start with these two simplest things and find the motivation to move forward again."

　　 Ishigamigawa wondered: "Really? Fujiwara why do you know this?"

　　 "It's true or false, don't you know if you try it tomorrow morning."

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky answered the previous question.

　　 The last question is skipped directly.

　　 As for why I know it, it's actually very simple.

　　 has been abused a lot, and naturally he understands more and more how to get up.

　　 This is the so-called long-term illness into a good doctor.

　　 What's more, a few days ago, didn't he just come back to life by relying on Yukino Risa's meal.

　　 After eating, Fujiwara Starry sky squatted at the entrance to change shoes, and asked in the house: "Have I ever thought about what I want to do in the future?"

　　 "I haven't thought about it..." Ishigamigawa's voice came from inside the house.

　　 "How about thinking about things you like?"

　　 "Are you talking about games?"

　　 "Yes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Fujiwara Stars put on his shoes and stood up straight: "Maybe I can try to become a game producer."

　　 "Let’s think about it... it seems pretty good..."

　　 "Find something you like to do, don't waste your youth."

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky bid farewell to Ishigamigawa, turned and went downstairs.

　　 The road leading to Ikebukuro Station is very quiet, and even the air seems a bit cold.

　　 I checked the time, and it was only 11:30 in the evening, but I could not hear any noise in the always lively Ikebukuro.

　　 Is there something unexpected?

　　 Just then, there was a roar in the distance.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky looked sideways, and a black shadow was approaching quickly.

　　 A black locomotive without headlights, with the shadow of a "person" sitting on it.

　　 After a few seconds of silence, I heard the roar of the engine again, but in the next second, it entered a state of silence, with only a little sound of tires rubbing against the oiled road.

　　 Obviously, this is a supernatural pure existence. The space around the locomotive has been divorced from reality, exuding an aura that is extremely inconsistent with the surroundings.

　　 The locomotive drifted past Fujiwara's starry sky like a ghost, and could not feel her presence except for the wind pressure rolled up at high speed.

And at the moment [Shadow] passed by, Fujiwara Hoshizora cast his gaze into the black goggles of the helmet, although it is not clear, when inside the black goggles, I can't feel anything that can be called something thing.

　　 It's as if there is nothing in it.

　　 At the same time, a task reminder popped up in his head.

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