Traveled through time and was picked up by a rich jk

Chapter 10 This is not spicy
  In the morning, I don’t know what time it is.

I just felt that the sunlight coming in through the cracks in the curtains was a bit dazzling.

"call……"

Rika Watana sat up from the bed and slowly exhaled from her mouth.

There are small golden particles floating slowly in the air.

Every morning when I no longer go to school is very lazy.

But not worth lingering on.

Everything in the room was exactly the same as last night, with no trace of tampering.

The previously broken room door remained ajar.

I could vaguely hear noises outside the door, and there was a faint smell in the air, a bit pungent, like oil smoke.

Now, there is another person living at home.

A stranger, said to be a foreigner from time-to-time, turns out to be a local in Tokyo.

I don't know exactly what it is, but he really doesn't speak Japanese very well and can only understand a few words. He is like a fish in water in Chinatown. Believe it or not, this is the current situation.

Chen Ling.

his name.

Rika Watana got up, opened the closet, and took out a beige lined woolen sweater and a knitted sweater.

After unbuttoning the rows of pajamas on his chest, his delicate white skin was no longer covered, feeling the slightest chill in the air.

The thin mole on the collarbone, the tall black mountains not covered with snow, and the faint vest lines on the flat belly without a trace of fat.

Then, take off your pants, and the legs outside the black triangle area are well-proportioned and pleasing to the eye.

This body is graceful and graceful, with perfect lines.

This is the charm of a young lady.

It's the charm of Rika Shona.

If Chen Ling pushed the door open now, everything in his eyes would be like this.

But Rika Shona doesn't care much about this kind of thing now.

Change your clothes, wash up, comb your hair, apply skin care cream on your face, and carefully apply hand cream on your hands.

Even though she has lost motivation for many things, these things of organizing her image and paying attention to maintenance have deeply penetrated into her life.

Just because she is the eldest lady.

Open the curtains, the sun is shining brightly today.

Rika Watana opened the bedroom door and walked out.

The air was filled with a fragrance she had never smelled before, mixed with the smell of oil fumes that was very pungent to Tokyo natives, and almost made her cough uncontrollably.

A plate of shredded potatoes has been placed on the dining table, dotted with shredded green peppers and chopped green onions for fragrance, and a fragrant mist is rising.

Chen Ling was standing in front of the kitchen stove, stir-frying something in a small, flat non-stick pan, which Rika Jina couldn't see clearly.

He concentrated on adding dark soy sauce to it.

Why don’t you get up, Miss?

I don’t know how to use this range hood, it doesn’t even have a button.

It tastes a bit pungent when fried.

The rice was made by Chen Ling using the most primitive steam method.

After all, most of these electrical appliances cannot be used.

The gas stove still has no problem igniting.

When Chen Ling was still thinking about how to turn on the range hood, the voice of her young name Lixiang, who was hoarse but lazy in the early morning, came from behind: (Command: Turn on the range hood.) "

The machine above his head began to buzz, and white oil smoke began to gather in it and then be discharged.

It's a smart voice-activated one, right?

Chen Ling bullied him because he couldn't speak Japanese.

Turning down the stove fire, Chen Ling looked back at the young lady with a dull expression but a slight frown on her eyebrows.

"Good morning (Japanese.)"

Sister Sakura seemed to be in a trance, and she took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

"(Why do you want to cook?)"

Chen Ling glanced at the translator.

"There's no specific reason...if you have to say, can you save some money?"

But I think the eldest lady will definitely not care.

Compared to sushi and curry rice bowl, he still feels that French cuisine is more appetizing.

Use pre-washed plates to plate and wash the pot.

Put two bowls of rice on the table and grab two pairs of chopsticks.

"(Order: Turn off the range hood.)" The eldest lady's instruction silenced the room.

After Chen Ling sat down, he found that the eldest lady was still standing where she was.

"What's wrong? (Japanese?)"

"(Do I have a share too?)"

"Huh? What if it's not?"

Strange statement.

His original intention of cooking was to cut down unnecessary expenses and make himself eat more.

One more person is the same as one more pair of dishes and chopsticks.

Anyway, two dishes are more than enough for two people.

Stir-fried shredded potatoes and stir-fried pork.

Chen Ling’s specialty dish.

The quality of everything in the kitchen at Jina Lixiang's house is pretty good, but the stationery Chen Ling used for cooking today is too small and not strong enough.

I will have to find a way to get a smoother iron pot next time, over there in Chinatown.

Rice cookers, range hoods... He doesn't know how to use these machines yet, so he has to let the eldest lady teach him first.

Gotta live a good life.

When he was in college, Chen Ling was the chef in the dormitory.

Not to mention his incomparable cooking skills, at least he is quite good at most home-cooked dishes.

This time I also want the eldest lady to try the unique flavor in this world.

"(thank you.)"

You're welcome.

She sat down opposite Chen Ling, with bowls, chopsticks and rice in front of her.

"Just think of it as my repayment for the help you gave me."

Chen Ling watched as the eldest lady picked up a bunch of shredded potatoes with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

He is still very confident in his sword skills.

But then Rika Shonana covered her mouth and frowned slightly.

Hey, what's going on?

Is the salt and sugar mixed up?

He also picked up a chopstick himself.

Crisp and delicious, the saltiness is also moderate. Is there anything wrong with it?
  Although she seemed a little uncomfortable, Rika Wakana chewed the food thoroughly, swallowed the food into her stomach, and then took a mouthful of rice.

The shredded potatoes are a bit jealous. Could it be that the eldest lady doesn't like to be jealous?

After Chen Ling thought for a while, he came to this conclusion.

The phone on the table was set to translation.

"Then why don't you try the fried pork with chili pepper? Don't worry, this one isn't spicy."

Jina Rika pursed her lips. She glanced at Chen Ling, who had a sincere expression, and then focused on another plate of fried pork with chili.

It should look pretty good, and it also has a fragrance that she has never smelled before.

Rika Shona has never been to a Chinese restaurant and knows almost nothing about these dishes.

She was dubious but chose to trust her nose.

The pork slices are also cut just right, and are evenly fat and thin, with delicious meat juice flowing on the surface.

She had to admit that the two dishes Chen Ling cooked gave her a different experience in terms of appearance and smell.

Under Chen Ling's expectant gaze, the first experience of the chili fried pork began.

Just take it into your mouth and chew once, twice.

Sister Sakura couldn't help coughing.

"Cough cough..."

But she still strictly abided by dining etiquette and ate the food.

Then inhale in small sips.

"(so spicy.)"

The eldest lady broke her guard in front of Chen Ling for the first time.

Chen Ling got up and went to find a bottle of Coke in the refrigerator for her. He remembered that the eldest lady should like to drink this.

I also picked up a chopstick of meat.

"This is really not spicy."

(End of this chapter)