On February 19th
The weather is clear.
Today is the Lantern Festival, and traditionally, we should cook and eat Tangyuan. However, Wu Yunfei, in a creative twist, suggested deep-frying these sweet rice dumplings! How is he not afraid of blowing up my kitchen?
Of course, I strongly objected, but he swore that deep-fried Tangyuan would be delicious.
“Ice cream can be fried, so why not Tangyuan? And this is not just my idea; there’s actually a dish like this,” he confidently declared.
I suspect he found another unconventional recipe on Zhihu, just like the last time.
Why can’t he think of normal ways to enjoy food? QQ Tangyuan which hasn’t been boiled in water has no soul!
However, under his persuasive influence, I reluctantly agreed to let him try the deep-frying experiment.
If it doesn’t taste good, it might teach him a lesson not to think about those strange eating methods in the future ╮(╯_╰)╭
We bought two batches, one for him to experiment with and one to cook in the normal way.
“Let’s make our own this year,” he suggested. “That way, we can DIY the filling.”
I don’t know why, but when he said that, I suddenly thought of Tangyuan with five-nut filling[^3] and couldn’t help shivering.
“Why mess with the cooking process, and now you want to mess with the filling? Does it have a grudge against you? Why treat it like this!” I complained.
“You just don’t understand, do you? The kitchen needs to be lively and filled with steam for the days to be vibrant. If you don’t cook every night, what’s the difference between the kitchen and decoration?” he said as if he were an old man sitting at the alley enjoying the sun.
Hehe, should I remind him that he’s the one who can’t cook?
Sure enough, even though he was eloquent when convincing me, as soon as he saw the hot oil, he hesitated and didn’t dare to approach.
“Ayao, you have more cooking experience, how about you do it?” he said.
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I took a deep breath, opened the frying pan, and threw them in when the oil temperature was right.
Anyone who has cooked knows that when frying, there will be a sizzling sound.
This guy obviously doesn’t cook often; he was startled by the sound.
“Why is it making so much noise? Did I mess up somewhere?” he asked.
“I don’t know the steps for deep-frying that you suggested,” I said without curiosity.
He was surprised just now and almost scalded himself.
I focused and threw the rest into the hot oil.
The progress so far has been relatively smooth. Looking at them in the frying pan, we both fell into contemplation.
For frying, both of us were clueless.
Golden color with a slightly crispy surface?
But what if the outside is cooked, and the filling is still raw?
I wanted to check on my phone, but as soon as I touched my pocket, the surface unexpectedly exploded, and hot oil splashed out.
In an instant, Wu Yunfei pulled me aside to avoid being scalded by hot oil, but his own arm got splashed.
I quickly turned off the heat and checked his arm.
The scalded area was a bit red, but there were no blisters. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Do you think I’m a hero saving the beauty?” he said with a grin.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him and said, “If it weren’t for you insisting on deep-frying, none of this would have happened. Quickly rinse with cold water; I’ll go find some ointment for you.”
“No need for ointment, just apply some toothpaste,” he said indifferently. “And it’s not as painful as it looks.”
“Not feeling pain doesn’t mean you’re fine because your skin is thick. It doesn’t mean it’s nothing!” I said. “Hold your arm under cold water for at least half an hour; I’ll help you find the medicine.”
“Half an hour! Is your water free?” he complained.
“I can afford that bit of water bill,” I said.
QQ I was really scared when the oil splashed on him just now, and I even had the feeling that my heart stopped.
But this guy acted as if nothing happened, rinsing his arm with water while asking if they were done.
“This time, I paid a painful price for deep-frying. If they don’t taste good, I’ll be very disappointed,” he said. “By the way, when you were so close just now, did you get scalded?”
“No,” I said.
The weather is still not warm; even at home, I’m still wearing long sleeves, so I wasn’t directly scalded by the oil.
It’s a good thing, but I still feel a bit stuffy in my heart.
Compared to being scalded, I seem to prefer being the one injured…
On February 20th
The weather is clear.
This guy seems to have guessed that I would feel guilty about yesterday’s incident, so today his attitude is particularly arrogant.
Although it was just a slight burn on his arm, he lay on the sofa as if he were severely disabled, even wanting me to feed him.
“Can’t you go to a restaurant for a meal?” I complained. “I can only squat to feed you in your current position.”
“You can sit down; sit on the floor,” he said with a grin. “Xiaoyao, go get yourself a cushion.”
“Get lost,” I rolled my eyes at him. “If you keep acting like this, I won’t serve you!”
He glanced at me with a hint of grievance, sighing, “Raise a brother for a thousand days, use a brother for a moment, and you won’t even pamper me… Big sister really makes me sad.”
“I didn’t say I won’t feed you, I just want you to change places,” I defended myself quietly.
“Never mind, help me up; let’s set up a royal banquet,” he said.
While saying this, he slightly raised his hand, and I helped him up.
“Cha,” I said.
Seeing me so cooperative, he laughed particularly happily and said, “Your ancestors seem to be Manchus, right? If placed in the past, you’d be considered royalty.”
That’s true, but the Qing Dynasty has long gone. Who cares about that now?
“How about it, do you have any preferential policies for minorities here?” I joked.
“Not really, but I suddenly got a design inspiration,” he smiled. “Do you want to experience”
