Chapter 42: Cooking is a necessary skill
A sleepless night passed.
The next day, An Ran got up early and went downstairs. He saw that the sky above his head was dark blue, with morning glow filling the sky in the east, and the sun had not yet reached its head above the clouds.
The community was quiet.
After jogging for a while, she saw the cleaning staff in the community cleaning up garbage by the garbage room.
"Morning." Next to the green dump truck, a small community cleaning lady wearing blue overalls greeted her with a smile, "Are you going for a run again?"
"Good morning, Auntie." An Ran, wearing a white and green sportswear, panted and ran past her.
After running a certain distance, she couldn't help but look back at the cleaning lady who was sweeping the floor and picking up paper scraps. She saw her smiling and talking to another man in the community who was out for morning exercise.
Under the dim morning light, the smile on her ordinary face was sincere and bright, as if there was no haze in her heart.
She suddenly remembered what the writer Thomas Haas once said: "Many people understand that the weight of life does not depend on its appearance, but on the subjective feeling of it. A farmer who is sensitive to life will Live a broader, fuller, more colorful life than an insensitive emperor.”
When I got home from my run, my family hadn’t gotten up yet.
An Ran was a little hungry and was going to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he found that there were many fresh vegetables, fruits and various seafood and meat products on the kitchen floor.
"Today's green grapes are very fresh. Do you want some, Miss?" The kitchen aunt saw her staring at the things on the floor and asked her angrily, "If you want to eat, I'll wash some for you first, okay?" Before you eat, I’ll pack things first.”
An Ran understood. The other person's question about whether she wanted to eat grapes was just polite. She was more anxious about the work at hand.
"You should pack your things first." She picked up the cup and poured herself a glass of warm water. She suddenly remembered that there was a banquet at home tonight.
——A banquet to celebrate her winning the second prize in the Xiao Sai finals.
If the fight between her and her classmates hadn't happened, her adoptive mother would have told her last night about the identities of the guests who would be attending the family banquet today, and discussed her makeup for the day.
Also, my adoptive mother mentioned it several times some time ago, saying that she should have some free time to practice dancing.
Because she was in a hurry to make up for her lessons, she didn't take it to heart at all. She didn't dance once, and she didn't even think about what she was going to dance tonight.
With so many things happening at once, An Ran felt that the original arrangement had to be moved back one day, and it was more important to finish today's things first.
Thinking like this, she put down her cup and asked the cook who was preparing the dishes, "Is there anything hot in the kitchen that I can eat?"
"The bird's nest that Madam will eat later has been cooked, and the shrimp wontons have just been made." The cook looked up at An Ran.
"Can you cook a bowl of wontons for me now? And make me a glass of fruit and vegetable juice." An Ran asked.
"Miss, can you wait for me to finish sorting these? I'll try to be as quick as possible." The chef pointed at the mountains of dishes piled on the floor and looked at An Ran in embarrassment.
An Ran saw her anxious and nervous expression and knew what she was worried about, so she put down the cup and walked to the stove, "Where are the wontons?"
"The wontons are in the refrigerator." The assistant chef replied quickly when he saw her starting to rummage through the cabinets to find something.
"Where's the apron?" "There's another one in the drawer on your left."
An Ran closed the door of the cupboard in front of her, then took out a bright red apron from the drawer on the left and put it on her head, "I will prepare the wontons and fruit and vegetable juices myself. You can go about your business and don't worry about me."
"Hey, that's good!" the chef asked with a look of surprise and surprise, "Miss, can you cook wontons yourself?"
The main reason is that there are too many dishes to be sorted in the kitchen today, and I am afraid that when Mrs. An enters the kitchen later and sees that she has not finished sorting, she will be unhappy and say something to her.
She then tried to discuss it with An Ran. What she didn't expect was that the lady who usually looked cold and arrogant was surprisingly easy to talk to.
Not only was he not angry at her for not cooking for her, but he also graciously let her do her own thing and prepared to make food by herself.
This was beyond her expectation.
The kitchen helper who is sorting out the dishes is the An family's new back cook, who has only been here for less than half a year.
In the past six months, An Ran had not been in the kitchen because she was preparing for the high school entrance examination and Xiao Sai, so she had no chance to get to know her. According to her fixed thinking, An Ran was just like the girls from rich families she knew in the past.
I usually see her being cold, taciturn, and pretty inhumane, so I thought she was as hard to talk as her mother.
There is a natural fear of her.
The main reason for this is that Mrs. An has meticulous and strict requirements for the servants in the family. Once the requirements are not met, she will be picky and picky, curse without using profanity and speak harshly, which makes all the servants in the family cautious.
If it weren't for the decent salary she gave, the servants at home would have to be replaced every three days.
The kitchen assistants often whispered in the kitchen that Mrs. An was difficult to talk and could not finish talking for three days and three nights.
Today was the first time she refuted her master's order. Unexpectedly, the beautiful lady at home was surprisingly easy to talk to, and a surprise smile suddenly appeared on her face.
An Ran saw her look as if she had put down something, and smiled at her, "I will, have you had breakfast?"
"No, you eat first. I'll eat with Lao Liu and the others later." The kitchen assistant quickly moved a box of avocados to the shelf on the other side.
It would be great to be able to finish the work at hand with peace of mind as soon as possible. Having breakfast with the master and helping the cook would never be something she would dare to think about, and of course she had not expected it.
An Ran took out a plate of wrapped wontons from the freezer compartment of the refrigerator and asked the chef, "Are there any shrimp skin and seaweed?"
The smile on the chef's face deepened, "Yes, it's in the cold room above the refrigerator. You can look for it."
An Ran quickly found a can of excellent-looking dried shrimps and a pack of seaweed from the refrigerator compartment, then walked to the stove, selected a soup pot, filled it with an appropriate amount of water, put it on the stove, and turned on the stove.
The cook was originally a little worried that she wouldn't be able to use these, but he was relieved when he saw that she performed the series of movements smoothly, "I didn't expect you to really know how to cook, miss."
While the water was boiling, An Ran walked over to the cook and squatted down to select the fruits and vegetables for juice. "Cooking is an essential skill for a person's survival. I must know it."
The chef watched her choose an avocado, a banana, and a few juicy green onions. She smiled happily and enviously, "A young lady like you will have many people to take care of her in the future, so why do you need to cook with your own hands?" "1314 (End of this chapter)
