Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 54

"Cut the cod into pieces eight centimeters long and wide, add 3.5 grams of salt, mix well with egg yolk, corn flour, etc., and marinate for 15 minutes."

After Wu Yu read carefully word for word, he put down his tablet, carefully measured 3.5 grams of salt with a small kitchen scale, beat an egg yolk and mixed the starch with the cod fillets, then set 15 minutes, pressed the alarm, and was satisfied. He wiped his hands.

"..." Bu Zhonghua leaned against the kitchen bar with his arms folded, looking at the piece of snow-white fish meat that Wu Yu had caressed eight hundred times. No one could hear the subtle sourness in his tone: "Just Is a piece of fish worthy of such careful attention?"

Wu Yu said: "What, a piece of fish? Do you think it means just a piece of fish to me?"

It's the fish you bought for me - Bu Zhonghua subconsciously picked up the next sentence, and instantly became energetic.

The next moment he heard Wu Yu said seriously: "It's obviously a piece of deep-sea cod imported from France worth two hundred yuan!"

Bu Chonghua: "..."

"It's still your overtime pay next week, so it's delicious." Bu Zhonghua turned away expressionlessly.

On Saturday, I went out to a restaurant and ate wild swordfish and seafood porridge. Wu Yu couldn't even run up the stairs. After returning home, he sat on the sofa and groaned for half the night. Bu Zhonghua moaned so much that he went upstairs without saying a word. In the gym I ran a mountain climber for two hours.

For Sunday lunch, Bu Zhonghua meant that there was a newly opened restaurant in the central business district near his home that made boiled shrimps very well, and he could go there to have a big meal and come back and groan. However, Wu Yu recalled yesterday's bill and felt that he couldn't eat like this. , I continued to eat like this and worked overtime day and night for two years, so I decided to cook at home, just what the two of them went to the supermarket to buy together.

Bu Zhonghua thought about it and thought it would work. He went to the convenience store downstairs and bought two sky blue aprons, one for each person when he came back. However, as a subordinate who had nothing to do but eat, drink, live in, and have a car, and more importantly, the quarterly allowance had not yet been received, Wu Yu firmly stated that the leader could not be allowed to enter the kitchen. He put on an apron and started washing vegetables and cooking. Bu Chonghua I had to sit in the study room and hear "Sizzling!" "Sizzling!" outside. The sky was filled with oil explosions. The range hood imported from Germany couldn't stop the white smoke from slowly scattering in the house. It was like this for more than an hour, and Wu Yu finally brought out his results - a plate of pan-fried cod, a plate of fried prawns, a plate of fried vegetables, and a pot of rice.

Bu Zhonghua sat at the dining table and glanced over. A row of calorie numbers seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and they finally stopped at the terrifying historical peak.

Even though they knew that this kid had lived in Myanmar for twelve years and was famous for the oil in Myanmar dishes, the actual presentation in front of them still exceeded the psychological bottom line of the health-preserving madman team: "Are you... a bit too..."

"How's it going?" Wu Yu said with great interest, "This is the first time in my life that I'm cooking for someone. I've specially reduced the oil by half, just in case you think it's unhealthy. Try it?"

...for the first time in my life...to cook for someone...

Bu Zhonghua lost all his thoughts and took a chopstick of the oiliest prawns. After a while, he gritted his teeth and commented under Wu Yu's expectant eyes: "It's very good!"