Seeing that Qingyi had finally made up her mind, Mrs. Green couldn't help but smile: "Take it easy, Zhang." Cooking is actually quite simple. ”

"Yes, it's easy to turn food into garbage." Qingyi muttered.

"Halloween is a wonderful holiday, and of course you want to spend it with your family, and a hearty set meal can bring the holiday spirit to its peak. When it comes to Halloween, pumpkins and candy are a must-have, so the set meal also includes these elements. First course: pumpkin cheese pie, the ingredients are as follows: 1 9-inch pie crust, 120 grams of cream cheese, 35 grams of sugar, 1 egg, 200 grams of cooked pumpkin puree, 5 grams of cornstarch, ...... milk"

Qingyi stood next to him like a stake of wood, feeling that his joints were rusty and needed two liters of lubricating oil. He could only keep a smile on his face, and the outsider looked at Mrs. Greene like an outsider.

"After the introduction of the materials, it is the turn of the practice. Preheat the oven to 190 degrees, put the pie crust in the middle layer and bake for about 20 minutes, until the surface turns yellow. Mrs. Green handed a tray to Qingyi and motioned for him to go to the kitchen.

What, what! Qingyi took the tray for two or three seconds, not knowing what to do. He went to the kitchen, turned on the oven, and looked embarrassed: What did Mrs. Green say? Preheat up to 250 degrees? 30 minutes or an hour? Turn the knob clockwise or counterclockwise? Where's the timer button? ……

As he came out of the kitchen, Mrs. Green was going to take the next step: "Cooked pumpkin puree is easy to make. Slice the pumpkin and heat it in the microwave on high heat for six minutes. "At this point, the microwave clinked. Mrs. Green took out the ripe pumpkin and handed it to Qingyi a small tool with a round head: "Move quickly, the effect will not be good when the pumpkin is cold." ”

Qing Yi shrank aside in fear, and the pumpkin in his hand was crazy/pounding. He kept in mind the admonition to "move fast" and moved as loudly as possible without the restriction of the wound.

"Mix the cream cheese with caster sugar, heat it in warm water, and beat it with a whisk until the sugar melts. Zhang, have you finished pounding? Mrs. Green didn't reply, but asked habitually.

Qingyi was just about to say "smashed it", when he suddenly found that both of his gloves were covered with pumpkin puree - his movements were too big. Seeing that the scheduled pumpkin puree was less than one-third, Qingyi had a cold sweat sliding down his cheeks. Yes, I'm calm...... He swung the pumpkin puree onto the table, placing his hands behind his back at lightning speed.

Mrs. Green looked back at him suspiciously, and could not help amusing when she saw that he had an upright face. She continues: "When the cheese and sugar are well combined, add an egg and stir well. Then the same is true for cornstarch and milk, which must be stirred well. As he spoke, he stirred the cornstarch and milk.

Well? Why didn't you break the eggs? Qingyi was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted: This is to hand over the work to yourself again! He took an egg and recalled Mrs. Green's graceful gesture of tapping the egg against the edge of the pan and breaking it open, and the yolk and white flowed out of the shell naturally and perfectly. Calm down, calm down! His movements were stiff, as if he had just finished his ultimate and had fallen into a state of stun. An egg was so heavy in his hand that he almost couldn't hold it.

Ka. The egg didn't break.

Qingyi frowned, adding a little strength to his hand. Smack! The egg was broken, but it was so broken that half of the shell fell into the bowl, like a small island rising out of the sea. Qingyi was so frightened that he hurriedly reached out to fish, but he didn't expect that the eggshell was broken into a lot of pieces, mixed into the cheese, and couldn't be fished out for a while!

"Zhang? Haven't you done it yet? ”

"Wait!" Qingyi replied loudly as if he had a password, making the ladies in the audience laugh. But now is not a moment of embarrassment, but an unprecedented crisis! He was ruthless, ignoring the eggshell slag, and stirred it vigorously to see if there was a one-in-10,000 chance of crushing the slag into pieces that his tongue could not detect. He already felt sorry for himself to the extreme: Okay, maybe I can learn the Nine Palace Steps in this life, but I will never learn to knock eggs.

"Pour together the pumpkin puree and cheese paste and stir well."

Qingyi took the small bowl containing the pumpkin puree with a bitter face. He shook his wrist, and a prompt sound appeared in his head: After a long battle, your [Stirring Mastery] has been upgraded. Ahh

Mrs. Green went back to the kitchen and took out the baked pie crust. Qingyi peeked at it with a little bit of a thief's heart, and found that the color of the pie skin was not ugly, and couldn't help but praise himself for his ability. Mrs. Green poured the mixture over the pie crust and spread it with a spoon: "Preheat the oven to 175 degrees, medium, 35 minutes, until the cheese is firm and browned." Pumpkin cheese pie is fragrant, sweet and soft, and can make children can't stop eating. Just order blueberry jam and you'll have a lifelike grimace that adds even more fun! ”

Stuffing the tray into the oven again, Qingyi thought to herself: finally liberated! He stepped out of the kitchen with a cheerful mood, only to hear Mrs. Green's gentle voice: "Next, the next dish of the Halloween set, ghost pudding!" The material needed was ......" and he couldn't hear the latter words. He leaned against the kitchen door, slumped on the floor. The demon's voice kept coming from the living room, urging him:

"Zhang, Zhang? Come here! ”

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After a long hour, the cooking class was finally over. The ladies pestered Mrs. Green to talk about her parents' shortcomings, while Qingyi sat alone in a chair, tired and almost in shock. It took about ten more minutes for all the students to leave.

"Zhang, help bring the dishes to the table, this is our lunch today!" Mrs. Green did not put away the cooking utensils first, but set the table first.

Qingyi sat down at the dining table exhausted, looking like he had just entered the stock market and encountered a financial turmoil. He immediately felt like he was in hell - he made all the dishes on this table, and of course he knew the taste! Yet he couldn't stop eating. He is the culprit who made this garbage, and he should take full responsibility. As soon as he figured out the joint, he became fearless and picked up the dishes. He scooped up a piece of ghost pudding, but then he hesitated.

Mrs. Green had already prepared a pre-meal prayer, and when she saw that Qingyi had not moved the food in front of her, she felt quite strange: "Why don't you eat it?" ”

Qingyi said solemnly: "I'm not afraid of death, but I didn't write a suicide note." ”

"Silly boy! Eat it! The old man giggled.

Ghost pudding is a dessert made with butter, topped with chocolate sauce and topped with a layer of frosting. On the plate, it looks like a ghost draped in a white curtain, and it will also linger, and it is a very interesting dish. Of course, in Qingyi's view, it is a very interesting disaster. He frowned and took a bite, then froze for a few seconds before exclaiming, "Delicious! How did you do that, I obviously messed up the pudding material! ”

"Cooking doesn't really need to be gram-accurate. The recipes are exhaustive, but they are only suitable for beginners, and real chefs cook them to their heart's content. ”

"Have you ever been a chef before? Is it a restaurant or a hotel? Qingyi suddenly had a sense of reverence.

"Of course not! All my life, I've only cooked for Tom and the kids, and you. Mrs. Green looked at the picture on the wall and smiled faintly. Qingyi knew that she was reminiscing about her deceased husband again. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her eyes were soft and peaceful: "Cooking is actually not difficult, as long as you are sincerely cooking for someone, then you can make the best dishes in the world." ”

From the bottom of my heart? The moment he heard these words, Qingyi's disguise shattered.

"It's the same thing to do things and be a person. The criterion for judging 'good' and 'bad' is whether you did it from the bottom of your heart. If you force yourself for the sake of certain social rules or requirements, you will only end up distorting your mind. The smile should come from the heart, and the love should also come from the heart. ”

She looked at Qingyi, those eyes were weathered, but they were still clear and bright, and they didn't seem to have grown old with her: "My life is almost over, I've seen a lot of people, and it's the first time I've seen someone like you." Zhang, you are a good boy, you have done a good job. You have been restraining yourself in order to stand on the edge of light and darkness; But if you let your guard down a little, you'll be like your fired colleague who slipped into the abyss of crime. ”

Qingyi was startled, and the hand holding the tableware trembled slightly. Mrs. Green did discover the "evil" in him, but that was the last thing he wanted to know, and Mrs. Green was the one who didn't want to know about it. She is so good, so gentle, so kind, how can she be polluted by "evil"!

"Worried? Child, no one is Jesus. Human beings are bound to be contaminated with good and bad habits in the process of growing up, and you are just a little more prominent than others. In my eyes, you just lack maternal love, and you are not some freak. But sooner or later, problems will happen. You're just forcing yourself to yearn for the bright side, and you need to really love the light. ”

"Thank you." Qingyi Road. His tone was bad, but he didn't want it.

"It's a cooking class, so let's turn the conversation back to cooking. Try to give your heart and cook for someone you love, right? ”

Qingyi suddenly said, "I want to ask a question...... Love, what is it? ”

Mrs. Green was a little surprised, then smiled happily, and the wrinkles infinitely added to her charm: "Love is selflessness, it is dedication." You'd rather have a bad life yourself than the other person has a better life than you, that's love. Whether it's friendship or love...... It's all essentially the same. Eat it, my Chinese son. ”

Qingyi's eyes were hot, then he lowered his head and took a big bite of the pumpkin cheese pie. His chewing movements came to a sudden halt.

"What's wrong?" The old man asked with concern.

"Nothing, hehe." He disguised. I can't say that I ate eggshells!