Chapter 1423: High-Tech Kitchen

Once inside there was even less time to talk, and Gu Yuxin took Sheng Zichen straight to the kitchen.

"Heavens! Is this your family's kitchen?"

Sheng Zichen had seen all kinds of kitchens, but this was his first time seeing the kitchen at Gu Yuxin's home!

It was full of a sense of technology.

A stir-fry machine, a fully automatic dough-kneading machine, a bread maker, a soy milk maker, a noodle-pressing machine... and besides these, there were all sorts of carving knives for shredding, slicing, and dicing, a dazzling array of them.

If it were just these, that would be one thing.

The key was that there was also a firewood stove commonly used in rural areas, an old-fashioned, heavy wooden pot lid, a kitchen knife cast from a single piece of pig iron, and even a bellows!

Additionally, there was a section specifically for Western-style cooking, with an oven and all kinds of molds fully stocked.

Gu Yuxin pointed at the kitchen: "Start. This is my home, so I'll let you choose first. Fair, right?"

She thought Sheng Zichen would choose those high-tech machines, as that was the essential model for future kitchens, but he didn't; Sheng Zichen chose the rural stove.

"I'll use this one. I'm used to using these."

"Are you sure?"

Gu Yuxin was a bit surprised.

According to what she knew, Sheng Zichen's family were city people; how could he possibly know how to use a rural stove, and be used to it at that?

In reality, that area was only used occasionally by her grandmother, and the rest of the time, no one used it.

"I'm sure. Stop talking nonsense, let's start. What are the rules?"

The rules were that there were no rules.

Gu Yuxin required each person to make one staple food and four dishes with one soup, and that would serve as dinner.

The judges were her grandfather, grandmother, father, mother—and the two of them.

One could also vote for oneself.

"Alright, let's begin."

Such loose conditions were like child's play to Sheng Zichen!

He first washed the large iron pot twice with clean water, then poured in clean water and the rinsed rice, brought it to a boil over a high flame, added a few drops of salad oil, stirred it a few times with the spoon reaching the bottom, removed the large firewood, and let it simmer over a low flame.

The ingredients in the refrigerator were very complete; there was everything.

He washed the pork ribs, set up another stove, put the pot on, added clean water, cooking wine, ginger slices, and scallion segments, brought it to a boil over a high flame, then skimmed them out and set them aside.

During this time, he had already cleaned a fish, washed all the vegetables he needed to use, and peeled and cut the potatoes into rolling chunks, leaving them ready.

On the other side.

Gu Yuxin was flustered and disorganized; either the spoon fell to the floor, or she forgot to put the lid on the rice pot.

Sheng Zichen had to remind her: "Be careful. It doesn't matter if other things fall, just don't drop the kitchen knife on your feet."

"Shut your mouth. I know what I'm doing."

She was cursing in her heart, and the person she was cursing was Sheng Zichen.

This guy was hiding his true skills; this level of craftsmanship couldn't be practiced without eight or ten years of effort. She thought it was even better than the master chefs at the Cafeteria. How did he manage it?

Gu Yuxin was distracted; she only kept staring at Sheng Zichen, so it was very difficult for her to do her own work well, and her performance wasn't even half of her usual level.

But regardless, both of their four dishes, one soup, and one staple food were considered finished.

Sheng Zichen made Braised Pork Ribs with Potatoes, Steamed Sea Bass, Longjing Shrimp, and Stir-fried Rape with Shiitake Mushrooms; the soup was West Lake Beef Soup, and the staple food was rice.

Gu Yuxin's creations: a bowl of plain noodles, the soup was tomato chicken soup, thickened heavily with starch, and the flavor was quite strong.

A plate of shredded cucumber salad; calling it a salad, it was actually just shredded cucumber sprinkled with some salt.

A plate of minced meat stir-fried with sour cowpeas.

A plate of shredded radish salad.

A plate of bean sprout salad.

The latter two cold dishes used the same method as the shredded cucumber salad.

The same four dishes, one soup, and staple food, once placed on the dining table, the difference in quality was immediately apparent.

Everyone reached their chopsticks toward the dishes Sheng Zichen made—delicious!

The taste was too good.

So everyone served a bowl of rice, and ten minutes later, the dishes and soup Zichen made were empty, all completely wiped out.

Although Gu Yuxin also ate these, she found there was no food left after finishing one bowl of rice, and when no one touched the noodles she made, she protested: "You can't do this. We agreed you'd be judges today, did you forget?"

Grandfather: "Didn't forget. Does it still need to be said who won and who lost?"

Grandmother: "That's right, isn't the winner and loser very obvious?"

Father: "The food Zichen made is just too fragrant."

After Mother also gave a high evaluation, she didn't forget to give her daughter a precise strike: "What he made is what you call four dishes and one soup, okay? What you made is at best one staple food—Tomato Chicken Noodle Soup."

In this PK, Gu Yuxin lost, and she lost thoroughly.

This time when Zichen went to the Gu family, the whole family saw him out to the courtyard gate when he left.

Everyone enthusiastically invited him to come again next time, to come often.

Only Gu Yuxin was not very happy; she wondered why that heavy kitchen knife became as if it had a soul in Sheng Zichen's hands, instantly becoming nimble.

She tried to wield it, but it almost fell to the floor, scaring her into putting it down immediately, and she didn't dare to try again.

Physical Education University.

Litian and his classmates had just finished running three kilometers and were preparing to go back to take a shower when they heard someone call: "Sheng Litian."

Uh!

This voice was very familiar.

How many times have I dreamt of you, my soul tethered to you in my dreams.

Litian turned his head abruptly, pleasantly surprised: "Feifei, how did you come here?"

"Can't I come to see you? Or are you saying you don't welcome me at all?"

"Welcome, of course I welcome you, how could I not welcome you..." He was a bit flustered, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

He scratched his head one moment and gave a silly laugh the next, so happy he was incoherent: "You, it's like you fell from the sky, when did you arrive, no, I mean how did you come here?"

Litian's ecstatic appearance still made Lu Feifei feel very gratified.

At the very least, she could feel that she was valued, and her self-esteem was greatly satisfied.

Litian's head was covered in sweat, and the undershirt on his body was also more than half soaked through by sweat.

She took a pack of tissues out of her bag and handed it over: "Wipe it off."

"Hey! Alright!"

A tissue was carefully pulled out, and the rest was casually tucked into his pocket by Litian.

He wiped the sweat on his head; one sheet was not enough, yet he was reluctant to use another.

Lu Feifei took another pack out of her bag and personally helped him wipe the sweat from his head, but she couldn't reach, so Litian squatted down, lowering his head.

The intimate appearance of the two was likewise watched and teased by the crowd.

"Litian, is this your girlfriend?"

"Yo, your girlfriend is very pretty, why haven't we heard you mention her? You've hidden her well enough."

"Nonsense, if you had such a pretty girlfriend, you'd hide her too..."

Litian and Zichen had a similar tone.

They likewise "politely" offered their classmates a single word: "Scram!"

But the expressions on their faces were completely different.

Although Litian used vulgar language, the smile on his face could not be hidden.

Fearing a misunderstanding, Lu Feifei decided to be direct: "Litian, I came this time to ask you about something; are you willing to tell me?"

"Mm, ask away, as long as I know it, I will tell you everything."

"Who proposed that your family give bonuses to all the students?"