Sister's Best Friend (2)

Considering that girls don't eat much, Qin Ze didn't buy too many dishes. Here's the list of dishes he was going to make tonight: Vegetable Tofu, Steamed Yellow Croaker, Chicken Stew with Mushrooms, Sauerkraut Pork Knuckle, and Radish Bone Soup.

He even specially bought two clay pots for this.

After rushing home, Qin Ze busied himself, washing the ingredients, cutting the meat and vegetables. The chopping board was filled with the sound of "du du du," his knife skills were unmatched. Qin Ze's mind was filled with culinary experience, as if he were a top chef with twenty years of experience. In his opinion, the System's most powerful function was "sudden enlightenment." In the face of this ability, talent and hard work were worthless.

As long as he kept exchanging for skills, he could climb to the peak of his life.

The premise was to continuously complete Missions.

At half past eight, Qin Ze had processed all the ingredients and was preparing to display his newly learned advanced cooking skills when the sound of a key turning in the lock came from the door, followed by his sister's voice: "Qin Ze, haven't you made dinner yet?"

"Not yet, just about to start," Qin Ze responded loudly from the kitchen.

"Then don't bother, we've already eaten," Qin Baobao's delicate voice said.

Qin Ze glanced at the mashed tofu, the minced meat, the cleaned yellow croaker, the neatly sliced radish... Suddenly, he had the urge to rush out and beat Qin Baobao up.

"Then I'll just eat it myself, it's no big deal..." Of course, Qin Ze wouldn't get angry with his sister, at least not during their cold war. He walked out of the kitchen, his eyes swept past Qin Baobao, and landed on the beauty at the entrance.

Wang Zijing had goddess-level long black hair, a light blue short-sleeved shirt, and light white slim-fitting capri pants. She had a well-proportioned figure and a very perky butt. She had a beautiful oval face, her eyes were gentle and clear, and she had the temperament of a lady from a respectable family.

What a beautiful older sister.

Qin Baobao seemed dissatisfied with Qin Ze's admiring gaze and said unhappily, "This is my bestie, Wang Zijing, nicknamed Tissue. She'll be staying at our house, not sure for how long."

Wang Zijing stood at the entrance, changed her white canvas shoes for thin cotton slippers, and smiled: "Hello, little brother, please take care of me."

When she smiled, she was particularly gentle and dignified, with an outstanding temperament.

"Hello, older sister," Qin Ze showed a gentle and humble smile. He searched through Qin Baobao's circle of friends in his mind, but couldn't match Wang Zijing to anyone. "I haven't seen you before, older sister."

Qin Baobao explained: "She was my best friend in high school, but she went back to BJ after graduation. We haven't seen each other for many years. Okay, okay, you go ahead with your stuff, Zijing, let's go inside."

Qin Baobao originally wanted to treat Wang Zijing at home, but Wang Zijing had a stomach problem and couldn't stand being hungry. They got off the elevated road halfway and bought fried pancakes on the roadside. Qin Baobao was also greedy and bought one, and found: Oh, it's quite delicious, so they each ate two fried pancakes, and that's how they solved dinner.

Besties who haven't seen each other for a long time need to catch up, so they closed the door and chatted in the room.

From simple to complex, the first dish Qin Ze made was Vegetable Tofu. He chopped the greens, scalded them with hot oil, poured in a little soy sauce and cooking wine, stir-fried for two minutes, and poured it together with the hot oil on the tofu. There was a sizzling sound. Qin Ze stirred it evenly with chopsticks, took a bite, and was moved by his own cooking skills.

The Sauerkraut Pork Knuckle and Steamed Yellow Croaker were cooked together, one in a pressure cooker and one in a steamer. The seasoning and fishy removal preparations were all done. After about fifteen minutes, the Steamed Yellow Croaker was finished, and the aroma of fish filled the entire kitchen.

Opening the steamer lid, the yellow croakers lay neatly in the wine-red broth. Qin Ze sprinkled scallions and garlic on top. He carefully picked up one with chopsticks, and with a gentle suck, only the skeleton of the yellow croaker remained. The unique fresh and delicate flavor of the fish filled his mouth, and the soy sauce and cooking wine removed the fishy taste. It was extremely delicious.

Qin Ze took the steamer away and put on the Chicken Stew with Mushrooms. This was a dish that Qin Ze was relatively good at, because Qin Baobao loved to eat it, and he made it for her every now and then. But compared to today's Chicken Stew with Mushrooms, Qin Ze felt that what he had made before was not food, but garbage.

The chicken was stewed until it was soft and boneless, and the mushrooms absorbed the full soup, the color of the soup was soft and bright. The rich aroma of chicken was mixed with the fresh aroma of mushrooms. Not only was the meat flavorful, but even the bone marrow was flavorful. Qin Ze even chewed the bones to pieces.

At this time, the Sauerkraut Pork Knuckle was also ready. The top of the pressure cooker was spewing hot air. He opened the lid and poured it into the newly bought clay pot. The stewed pork knuckle was so soft that a layer of golden oil floated on the soup. It was easy to poke a hole in the pig skin with chopsticks.

Qin Ze took a bite, it was fatty but not greasy, melted in his mouth, and he felt his taste buds explode. Especially the appetizing effect of the sauerkraut made his saliva secrete crazily.

All four dishes were ready, and finally, he stewed the Radish Bone Soup.

In the room, Qin Baobao and Wang Zijing were wearing the same bear pajamas, lying on the soft bed, chatting while playing with their phones.

Wang Zijing's wearing Qin Baobao's pajamas was a little loose. She was a few centimeters shorter than Qin Baobao. Women with Qin Baobao's height of 1.72 meters were rare. Her bust was also not as big as Qin Baobao's. A 36D bust could kill more than 90% of Chinese women.

"What are your plans for coming to Hu City this time? How long are you going to be angry with your family?" Qin Baobao was reading a romance novel.

Wang Zijing, engrossed in her drama, didn't even look up as she said, "I'll stay here for now. My bank cards and credit cards have been frozen by my family. I'll look for a job in a few days. I'll think about going home at the end of the year."

"It's good that you have a plan," Qin Baobao said, rubbing her chest, her feet kicking the blanket restlessly. "Your sister here will provide food and lodging. My brother is quite skilled at cooking."

"Is your brother a graduate of New Oriental?" Wang Zijing joked.

"Go away," Qin Baobao retorted. "Don't put my brother down, okay? He's been practicing his skills since he was a kid, especially his Chicken Stew with Mushrooms, it's especially fragrant. It's all thanks to your sister's good training."

"I'm not a foodie, I'm pretty casual about food. Just don't make it too spicy," Wang Zijing said with a faint smile, not paying much attention to Qin Baobao's words. Firstly, her stomach wasn't good, and her diet was very restricted. Secondly, what delicacies hadn't she tasted? But with her EQ, she definitely wouldn't refute Qin Baobao's boasting about her brother.

"You don't have to be like this. If you ask me, just obediently listen to your family. What's wrong with marrying a rich and handsome guy?" Qin Baobao earnestly advised her best friend.

"Stop feeding me chicken soup for the soul," Wang Zijing teased. "The pot calling the kettle black. I really do have high standards, and I can't find a good man. But Baobao, you still don't have a boyfriend, I can't figure it out."

"It's as if my standards are very low," Qin Baobao said, momentarily distracted, then said in a low voice, "I always feel that if I find a boyfriend, I'll regret it in the future."

"Regret?" Wang Zijing was stunned.

Does she mean she doesn't have confidence in men? Is she afraid of meeting a scumbag?

"If you don't go looking, then you'll regret it. Could it be that you have a fear of relationships?"

"I've only heard of a fear of marriage," Qin Baobao shook her head. "I can't explain why, I just feel like I'll lose something."

"Aren't you lonely living alone?"

"I'm not lonely, I live with my brother."

"That's different, you know."

"I don't know, anyway, I'm very happy living with him. I don't have to cook, clean, or do laundry, it's so comfortable. When I'm not happy, Qin Ze will coax me, and when I'm angry, I take it out on him. I like to see his face full of resentment but helpless."

"Could it be that you have a brother complex?"

"Get lost."

There was silence for a moment, and Qin Baobao gently hummed the song Invisible Wings. The melodious and ethereal melody, the beautiful and pleasant voice. Wang Zijing listened for a while, paused the TV series playing on her phone, and listened quietly.

After Qin Baobao finished singing, she couldn't wait to ask, "What song is this? It's so good, but I've never heard it before."

Speaking of this, Qin Baobao immediately became smug, and said with a chuckle, "Of course you haven't heard it, I haven't become a big star yet, how could you have heard it."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know, I was able to sign with Star Arts Entertainment all because of this song." Qin Baobao winked. "It's a song my brother wrote for me."

"Qin Ze wrote it?" Wang Zijing was shocked.

"He wrote the lyrics and composed the music."

"Is your brother an art school student? He's so talented, he's bound to make a name for himself." Wang Zijing said half sincerely and half flatteringly, but unfortunately, her flattery fell flat. Qin Baobao gently kicked Wang Zijing's shapely butt with her small foot, and said unhappily, "What art school student, New Oriental? My brother is a proper Finance University undergraduate, majoring in finance."

"Someone who studies finance can write such a good song? I don't believe it." Wang Zijing wondered, "Since he has this talent, why did he study finance? I remember you often telling me how weak your brother was, how he was criticized by your father, I even thought he didn't get into college."

"Of course he's weak compared to me." Qin Baobao sighed. "He may really have talent in this area, but it was buried before. You know, my dad is a Finance Department professor at Finance University, the major he chose was decided by my dad, it can be considered carrying on the family tradition."

Wang Zijing said, "I hate elders planning my life and arranging marriages the most."

Qin Baobao suddenly twitched her nose, sat up straight, and almost drooled. "It smells so good, where's the fragrance coming from?"

Wang Zijing followed suit, sitting up and looking around in confusion. The aroma had made her a little hungry.

"Is that your living room? Let's go take a look."