My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 70 Get the expectation of life from eating and dressing.

Ishigami's parents both work abroad, so even if they play late into the night, no one will bother them.

Perhaps, the lack of parental care and education is also part of the reason why Ishigami became a hikikomori.

Fujiwara Xingkong pondered for a while, then asked, "Ishigami, are you hungry?"

"A little bit." Ishigami Chuan nodded, "Let's go downstairs to find something to eat, I'll treat you."

"Are there any ingredients in the refrigerator? I'll cook you a meal in return."

"There are only a little tofu and a little minced meat left." Ishigamichuan said helplessly, "Except for weekends when my sister-in-law will come over to help me cook, I eat bento from convenience stores at other times."

"Enough." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled and stood up, "I'll get it, just wait a while."

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

It's okay, you can make one dish and one soup.

After washing the rice and putting it into the pot, Fujiwara Hoshizora rummaged around on the counter and surprisingly found that the kitchen was fully stocked with ingredients.

Remove all ingredients from refrigerator and arrange in order.

Let’s make a beggar’s version of mapo tofu first.

Chop a little minced meat, the weight is about one-tenth of the tofu. If there is too much, it will overwhelm the guests, and if it is too little, the taste will not be good.

Cut a little green onion and ginger for later use, and cut some green onion for later use.It's a pity that there is no garlic, otherwise the taste will be better.

Xingkong Fujiwara found a bottle of bean paste, poured out the bean paste, mixed with cooking wine and salt water and marinated for about 10 minutes.

There is no pepper, and the soul is missing, but there is no way.

Next, cut the tofu, first boil hot water and add salt to blanch it, then put it aside and cool it with cold water, and let it stand for 3 minutes, so as to remove the beany smell of the tofu itself, and it is not easy to break.

Next, the next step is to fry the minced meat.

First stir-fry the fat in the minced meat over low heat, then add the onion and ginger, stir-fry for 1 minute. After the aroma of the onion and ginger is stir-fried, add the pre-prepared condiments.

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

Cook the tofu on medium heat until it tastes good. After 3 minutes, the soup starts to thicken. Thicken the soup three times.One last time, just a little bit.

This thickening method, called Gorgon-wrapped Gorgon, can increase the layering of dishes in the mouth.

Fujiwara Xingkong has been contemplating cooking skills in the past three years. After all, he is poor and greedy. If he can't afford a hotel, he can only work on himself.

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

The other eggs and tomatoes are used to make a soup.

There is no technical content in this, and you can do it with your hands.

The soup is ready and the rice is just cooked.

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

"I've been waiting for a long time, and I can eat it right away."

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

"I didn't expect you, Fujiwara, to be able to cook." Ishigamichuan was full of surprise, "I didn't see you move during the cooking class."

"People are lazy." Fujiwara Xingkong didn't explain much, and said with a smile: "How about my craftsmanship."

"I'm starting." Ishigami Kawaro clasped his hands and thanked Fujiwara Hoshizora.

After finishing speaking, his hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, and stretched out to the plate of brightly colored and fragrant tofu.

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

The tofu is steaming, and the chili oil refracts the light, making it seem like the tofu is glowing.

Ishigamichuan's taste buds secreted a lot of saliva, he swallowed, and couldn't wait to put the tofu in his mouth.

tender.

Incomparably tender and smooth.

Ishigami's eyes widened instantly. This piece of tofu didn't have the astringency of tofu at all. When he took a bite, it was silky smooth with a slight rebound.

The taste is really great.

Especially the taste of the juice, the bean paste mixed with the aroma of ginger and spring onion, intertwined with each other, but exists independently, the minced meat is full of chewiness, without a trace of softness at all.

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

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

No wonder so.

Ishigami nodded.

Suddenly, a strong spicy feeling came over me.

He blushed on the spot.

After taking a big gulp of water, he stuck out his tongue, gasped for air, and at the same time, a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Real mapo tofu would not be so spicy. After all, there was no Sichuan peppercorns on hand, so I had no choice but to make it spicier to make up for the missing mapo.

Fujiwara Hoshizo looked at him with a smile.

Next, Ishigami gave a vivid interpretation of what it means to be a human being, and it’s quite addictive.

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

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

The lips also began to swell, as if two small sausages were hanging, the eyes became a little dull, and the hands were too trembling to hold a spoon.

Fujiwara Hoshizora's maximum limit is only slightly spicy, the mild spicy of Cantonese people, so in Ishigami, he seems to have seen the scene when he was eating Jiangxi mild spicy.

This feeling is really cool.

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

Wang Xiaobo sincerely does not deceive me.

Fujiwara Xingkong held back a smile and helped him get another glass of water, and when he sat back in his seat, he asked, "How do you feel?"

Ishigami Chuan took a big mouthful of water and said heavily, "Excellent!"

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

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

"That's right." Fujiwara Hoshikora nodded and asked: "How long has it been since you were as happy as you are now eating?"

Ishigami was silent for a long time, then whispered, "I don't remember."

"Then how long has it been since you cleaned up your appearance in the mirror?"

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

Ishigamichuan lowered his head, his tone was dull.

"Ishigami, listen to what I have to say."

"what's up?"

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

"why?"

Fujiwara Xingkong said with a smile: "Eating seriously and dressing seriously are also part of serious life."

"If a person loses hope in life, he might as well start with these two simplest things to regain the motivation to move forward."

Ishigami Chuan asked suspiciously: "Really? Fujiwara, why do you know this?"

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

Fujiwara Xingkong answered the previous question.

The latter question is skipped directly.

As for why you know, it is actually very simple.

After being abused a lot, I naturally know how to get up more and more.

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

What's more, a few days ago, didn't he come back to life because of Yukino Risa's meal.

After eating, Fujiwara Xingkong squatted at the entrance to change his shoes, and asked inside the room: "Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

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

"How about thinking about something you like?"

"You mean games?"

"That's right." Fujiwara Hoshizora put on his shoes and stood up straight: "Maybe you can try to become a game producer."

"Let's think about it. Seems pretty good."

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

Fujiwara Xingkong bid farewell to Ishigamichuan, turned and went downstairs.

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

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

Is there something unexpected?
At this moment, there was a roar in the distance.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked sideways, and a black shadow was rapidly approaching.

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

After a few seconds of silence, the roar of the engine was heard again, but the next second it entered a state of silence, leaving only a little sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road.

It was obvious that this was a supernatural being. The space around the motorcycle was out of touch with reality, exuding an aura that was extremely incongruous with its surroundings.

The motorcycle floated past Fujiwara Hoshikora's eyes like a ghost, and apart from the wind pressure from its high-speed advance, she couldn't feel any of her presence.

And at the moment when [Shadow] raglaned his shoulders, Fujiwara Xingkong cast his eyes on the black goggles of the helmet. Although he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't feel anything that could be called a thing in the black goggles. thing.

It's like there's absolutely nothing in there.

At the same time, a task reminder pops up in the brain.

[Triggered by a random entrustment, target of attack: Headless Horseman.Bonus points: 300.Raiders progress: 0%]

(End of this chapter)