Manual of the Monster in City

68 Bai Ling's Return

Jia Qingming scraped a little bit from the cutting tool, and after investigating it, someone will always know what this kind of strange aroma is used for.

    He thought so.

    But his messy mood was quickly swallowed by the feeling of fatigue.

    Because the second floor of the Stealing Pavilion is too big!

    Think about it, the area of the first floor is comparable to that of today's mansions. It has rooms with various functions, as well as a verandah that passes through the courtyard. This area does not include the courtyard. The second floor is definitely not too small, but it is not divided into many rooms, but only a storage room...It is really a waste to say it.

    How could he finish cleaning such a large space, Jia Qingming here alone? !

    According to Jia Qingming's working cleaning experience, if he has to clean this area alone...it will take at least two days to completely clean it.

    Only after a few hours of cleaning like this, Xiao Bai ran up and called him.

    "It's time to cook Seimei!"

    Because there were only two people, and Xiaobai was instructed by Miss Bai Ling in advance to bring him to this mysterious second floor... to do sanitation work.

    So the two of them ate breakfast late. In fact, the main reason was that Xiaobai got up late, so Jia Qingming thoughtfully delayed the breakfast time.

    For dinner, we should start preparing in the afternoon. After having a meatless lunch with Xiaobai at two o'clock in the afternoon, Jia Qingming set about preparing the main dishes for the evening.

    His plan is to stew a fish. The autumn is already deep. It stands to reason that the taste of the fish is the most delicious at this time. As for why it takes so much preparation time... In fact, this was taught by his seniors when he was working in a restaurant. So I explored the mystery by myself.

    He first put the pair of trotters he bought into the pot and simmered, which will become the soup base for fish stew at night. Of course it would be a little too greasy, and the fresh bamboo shoots soaked in the hand next to it are waiting for this...

    Of course, the pair of trotters was useless after the soup was finished, so Xiaobai happily ordered them as a snack when watching TV in the afternoon.

    Across a few walls, there was still the voice of Xiaobai watching TV. The voice sounded incredibly happy. It was probably some children's program, shouting vigorously in an embarrassing tone: " "Magic Girl Transformation" is always such a shameful line.

    However, Xiaobai seems to particularly like such programs.

    When waiting for the soup base to be ready, Jia Qingming took out the phone and dialed Xiao Shanshan. It rang twice and no one answered. Just when he was about to give up, the phone was connected and Xiao Shanshan was lazy. Yangyang voice, it sounds...

    It sounded like he was not awake, his voice was sticky.

    "What's wrong..." the vague voice.

    "Why are you still sleeping?" Jia Qingming felt speechless.

    "Ah? Well... isn't it the weekend today?" He still replied lazily.

    "It's already past two o'clock in the afternoon?!" Jia Qingming thinks that this level is no longer bedridden? !

    "Well, what's the matter?" Xiao Shanshan still feels awake. Hearing the voice, I can imagine talking to him with his eyes closed. After putting down the phone, he will immediately enter a beautiful dream. It is seamless.

    "I'm a little worried. The thing about Zhuang Yan..."

    "Huh?" Hearing her voice, she seemed to have recovered a little sober.

    "Can you help me go to the hospital for a look? I want to confirm the situation of Zhuang Yan, but I am working here and I can't get out of it..."

    "Ah, I got it. I'll go in a while. Leave it to me, it's the right thing to find the Student Union for this kind of thing!" She said, as if she was full of vitality in an instant.

    So she is indeed a very cute girl... As for whether it is reliable, forget it.

    After hanging up the phone, Jia Qingming finally let go of his hanging heart and began to concentrate on dealing with the fish.

    It seemed like a bloody process to take out the internal organs. Miss Bai Ling would often watch him at the door when he was handling food, saying that human handling food is a cruel thing, thinking about it, it’s nothing to do with corpses. Different. Jia Qingming could only helplessly listen to her explaining the scientific reason why she was so far away from cooking.

    Because even the handling of ingredients, something that is common in the kitchen, is no different from some cruel thing to Bai Ling, who obeys the saint’s words and acts "gentleman".

    Therefore, the Buddhist school still has the saying of "No killing, no killing, no killing for me." In short, as long as it has nothing to do with her, it is understandable to sit back and enjoy the food...

    What is the reason? !

    However, for Jia Qingming, this kind of simple handling of ingredients is actually more skilled than his cooking. This is the rich legacy left to him by working all the years before.

    In the end, he wiped a touch of salt on the inside and outside of the fish body, which was handled in a rush.

    The pig's trotters are almost stewed, and the soup base has been stained with a rich white because of the collagen that has been melted by the stew. Jia Qingming took out the pork bones with the stewed skin and meat, and carefully filtered the food residue in the colander. The preparation work is over, the fish stew is about to start next.

    This method is in line with what the predecessors have learned. The thick aroma of minced meat will perfectly blend with the fresh taste of fish. For Xiao Bai, who is not unhappy with meat, and Xiao Hei, the cat who is likely to like fish, both Can get great satisfaction.

    And it's a Chinese dish, which pays more attention to actual dishes. It shouldn’t be particular about tableware, collocation, and other details. As long as the dishes are beautifully presented, Miss Bai Ling will never be picky—

    According to Xiaobai’s revelations, Miss Bai Ling has already developed the bad habit of taking pictures of food before eating, so the requirements for Jia Qingming’s plate placement technology will certainly show a straight upward trend recently.

    Xiaobai vaccinated Jia Qingming in advance like this, and he was sure that Miss Bai Ling had instructed it in all likelihood.

    "So don't let her learn this weird bad habit, eat seriously!" Jia Qingming reluctantly vomited, but he knows that only Miss Bai Ling speaks most effectively in this stealing pavilion, but she is like a living Old children who have been for thousands of years but have not grown up at all will naturally not grow up with the hobby of eating and drinking...

    Forget the time, Miss Bai Ling should be back soon, if she said she was going to catch up with dinner, there should be just enough time.

    So Jia Qingming heated the soup base to boiling again and put the other ingredients into a slow simmer.

    There is no pressure cooker in Tooting Pavilion, so it needs to be simmered for a long time. Ms. Bai Ling doesn't seem to like the appearance of pressure cookers. So although Jia Qingming raised something like that, she didn’t add it to the purchase list. She bought the things that were full of contradictory feelings in Hetaotian Pavilion early.

    The fish is slowly simmered in the soup, and the fresh bamboo shoots are cut into crispy strips and put in to absorb the excessive oiliness in the soup. Such a dish should be placed on a long plate that can hold the fish, and it needs a fresher style to match the bamboo shoots, one of the main characters.

    So Jia Qingming finally chose a long porcelain plate with patterns of green bamboo on the corners. At that time, on the edge of the dish, the picture of green bamboo and the bamboo shoots set off each other. Obviously, it will be a very artistic dish.

    Jia Qingming thought happily, although he felt that it was a painful thing to be squeezed to work by Miss Bai Ling, and although cooking itself was an important part of his long working history, it had also become his One of interest.

    The phone rang suddenly, and Jia Qingming saw Xiao Shanshan's number displayed on the screen.

    "Hey?"

    "Senior Qingming, Zhuang Yan is not in the hospital. It seems that she did not go through the discharge procedures. I didn't see her in the hospital. I couldn't contact her with the mobile phone number registered from the student union. I don't know what happened. Something." Xiao Shanshan's voice was a little worried.

    "Maybe..." Jia Qingming said his guess. "Maybe she's home? Or you can go to Zhuang Yan's house. We went there last time, and you should be able to find it."

    Since she came out of the hospital to steal the medicine prepared by Miss Bai Ling from Tiange, she must think that only such medicine can work, and the incense burner has been kept in her room, so she must come home if she wants to take medicine. Go... He quickly made such a judgment in his mind.

    "Okay, I'll take a look here. Seimei-senpai will be notified of something."

    Xiao Shanshan hung up the phone.

    "Ah. It smells very fragrant." Miss Bai Ling's voice suddenly appeared at the kitchen door.

    Jia Qingming turned around and saw that Miss Bai Ling had returned, standing at the door of the kitchen. It was another very familiar scene. It felt like an ordinary afternoon. Jia Qingming was preparing dinner, and Miss Bai Ling leaned at the door to talk to him.

    It is very difficult for Bai Ling to wear a dress that is elegant and elegant. Walking up and down the street, he will not be mistaken for a traveler from a certain dynasty or a crew member. The costume ran out.

    "Welcome back!" Xiaobai was full of energy, and waved his hand on his forehead, like a soldier reporting to the chief, but if he was really in the army, he would definitely be kicked.

    "Did Mr. Qingming finish everything I explained?" Bai Ling asked Xiaobai.

    "I have cleaned it. But the second floor is too big... it can't be cleaned at all. I only cleaned part of it. Tonight and tomorrow, it should be cleaned." Jia Qingming said, "If it is at night If there is lighting on the second floor."

    He added, because the second floor of the stealing tower really looks very primitive, not to mention electrical equipment, even a wire and gas pipe are invisible. He didn't want to be alone on the second floor cleaning up at night.

    "It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Qingming cleans it, it is enough." Bai Ling said.

    Why does this feel like "Although I'm not at home, you must not be idle and lazy"? ! Is it so addictive to squeeze employees? !

    She showed a very happy smile: "Ah, I'm going to change clothes and get ready to eat~"

    The tone at the end of the conversation rose up playfully.

    "Little devil, you are not allowed to watch Miss Bai Ling change clothes!" Xiao Hei said as he passed the kitchen door from behind.

    "Hey! I didn't mean it last time!"

    As if not waiting for his explanation, Xiao Hei followed Bai Ling to the bedroom in the inner room, only Xiao Bai stayed faithfully in the kitchen.

    Jia Qingming couldn't help but burst into tears, and wanted to rush over to say "Xiaobai is still the best", but he heard a sound of chewing and eating.

    He looked back and saw that Xiaobai was gnawing on the trotters that had just been picked up and placed in an empty bowl with relish.

    Jia Qingming once again realized what it means to be unlovable.

    The fish was simmered and put on a plate from the pot. The plate was quite deep. Jia Qingming poured a layer of fish soup on it, and then sprinkled it with some green garnishes. Paired with rice in a wooden bowl, it's quite an ancient meal...

    Even if Miss Bai Ling wants to take a photo, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

    When the food was on the table, Bai Ling and Xiao Hei Xiao Bai had already sat there, waiting for a long time.

    "Then I will start!"

    Ms. Bai Ling took the lead in moving the chopsticks after the click of a phone camera. At the entrance of fish meat, her face was filled with a happy smile: "Ah, Mr. Qingming is really the manager I know, the best cook."

    However, you are about to become a manager who can only cook, right? !

    Jia Qingming was also about to move his chopsticks. He heard a cell phone ringing on his body, so he took out his cell phone.

    It was still Xiao Shanshan's number, and the phone rang steadily and continuously. He connected the phone, but he heard Xiao Shanshan's urgent voice:

"Qingming... Senior Qingming, it's not good... Zhuang Yan is..."