Chapter 3 (2/2)

“His cla.s.smates.” Cui Qichao borrowed a canteen to farm, but he still remembers that the main task of the canteen is to entertain the C master's diet. He took a look at the student. “Now it has pa.s.sed the canteen's business hours.”

“Ah yes…” Meng Chang awkwardly said, “Teacher, I read late, just want to see if there are any leftovers.”

Cui Qichao gave him a strange look. “I am not a teacher.”

Meng Chang is even more embarra.s.sed, Cui Qichao, this suit is also a thief with an imposing appearance. After a long time on campus, his first impression feels like a teacher. If he wasn't so young, he would call him a professor. “Sorry, I thought you were the teacher of our school. ”

“I am a canteen worker.” Cui Xichao said lightly.

“…” Meng Chang thought, a canteen worker? What does it mean has #1 canteen used the means of finding a model in order to compete with #4 canteen to recruit students?

At this time, the staff in the cafeteria were busy, Qichao said: “You wait, I will see if there is anything left to eat, and heat up a pot for you.”

Meng Chang reveals a smile so that he would not cry. “Yes.”

Now he has been very sure that this handsome guy is a canteen person – only one canteen has the quality of this kind of leftover ingredients!

……

Cui Qichao usually out of interest occasionally gives up using the kitchen's cooking machine to cook his own food, but he doesn't know everything about the food here. The kitchen utensils were familiar with cooking these days.

These leftovers have been disposed of, with a few fried chicken legs left, and a little vegetarian fried white.

Cui Qichao looked thoughtfully at the leftovers for a while. Since the blood was awakened, his sensitivity to food has also increased. The precise calculations are not only on the planting scale but also in the taste.

The taste is also an extremely important criterion in the improved cultivation of generations.

He tasted fried chicken legs and vegetarian fried white rice and was certain what to do. The fried rind of the chicken leg was removed then cut into diced pieces. Some of the original fried scallions were actually raw, and only about seven of them were ripened, and the oil was also very much. Seeing that there was no defect in Cui Qichao's eyes.

Cui Qichao heated the oil. After the onion ginger was scented, the chicken legs and the whites were poured into the pot. Another potted millet pepper was picked and chopped and sprinkled.

With Cui Qichao's subtle perception and control of the ingredients, after the pot is put on the plate, the bottom of the plate is lightly filled with oil, tightly next to the edge of the food, and the outer bottom is still white. Stir-fried into a yellow-colored chicken, white with yellowish white, bright red millet, and green onion, turmeric, make a simple home cooking look bright, no greasy cooking, but refres.h.i.+ng.

This kind of refres.h.i.+ng dish comes from the exquisite control. The chicken in this dish is white, and the oil, ingredients, and heat are all in the right time. This kind of control is different from the feel of a normal old chef who cooks all the year round. Cui Qichao relies on his own understanding, calculation, and taste of ingredients. For this kind of ordinary canteen dish, Cui Qichao's slightly monotonous cooking skills are also sufficient and even suitable.

Cui Qichao made another bowl of rice - and at the same time, he looked at the bowl of rice with deep contempt and put it on the tray together and went out to the cla.s.smate.

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Due to the sitting position, Meng Chang smelled a fascinating aroma before seeing the dishes. Just by the smell alone, you will know that this dish is very good.

Generally speaking, the food in the canteen is divided into frivolous or weird, and occasionally it can appear normal. This kind of scent that achieves ”attractiveness” makes Meng Chang a bit skeptical about his smell.

Cui Qichao put down the food. “Can you eat spicy food? I added some chili flavor. “

It is no wonder that this scent is a bit sultry. Meng Chang's saliva is secreted in a large amount, nodding in an unconscious manner, picking up a few chicken legs with chopsticks.

The original chicken oil with less salt and less salt is not colored, and after being returned to the pot, it is colored by the soy sauce into a slightly defocused yellow color. The ingredients are scented with aroma, and the right flavor of the millet is as good as a finis.h.i.+ng touch.

At the entrance of a chopsticks dish, Meng Chang's hunger broke out with appet.i.te.

He took another piece of scallion, which was cut into small pieces and smashed twice. There is also the sweetness of the vegetables, and the fusion together just neutralizes the greasy feeling.

“Oh…” After a few mouthfuls of chewing, the spicy taste of the millet broke out. Although it was not much, it was more than enough to make it seem spicy, but it was enough for Mengchang, a southerner.

The taste of this millet is not the same as that he has tasted before. It is more than ordinary millet. It is also a fragrance that is not available. How to say it, the best way to describe it is that, this is the spicy taste of the soul. !

However, the more spicy, the more you want to eat, the spicy taste is stimulated by Meng Changkou, which secretes a lot of saliva, the cheeks are hot, the forehead is sweating, and you breathe a few mouthfuls, but you don't want this taste, you can only lick your mouth and feel it is not very good. The leftovers eased.

When Meng Chang ate a half bowl and looked up again, he found that the handsome guy didn't know where to go. He probably went to the ground with other people. After all, he said he was a canteen… and so on.

At this time Meng Chang suddenly woke up, a canteen person? By the way, this dish is a canteen!

Meng Chang almost took a photo of the remaining half dish and sent it to the cla.s.s group: “Students, I am in a cafeteria, and a handsome buddy gave me a stir-fry dish. It's delicious.”

There are a few more queues to reply in an instant.

“Ha.”

“Ha…”

“Ha!”

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