Chapter 58: A Naughty Kitchen

Zhang Cheng handed the sanitary pad to Tang Ying. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rose on her tiptoes, and kissed him on the lips. Zhang Cheng laughed and asked, "Hungry? I'll cook."

"Hmm," Tang Ying nodded, and Zhang Cheng gave her buttocks a squeeze. Tang Ying's face quickly turned red; she glanced at the storeroom, breathless when she noticed the girl wasn't looking their way. Zhang Cheng went straight to the kitchen, and Tang Ying took her sanitary pad upstairs.

For Zhang Cheng, cooking wasn't necessarily a woman's job. Of course, if Tang Ying cooked and the food was delicious, he wouldn't mind letting her cook.

He took out dried sweet potatoes from the snakeskin bag, broke a piece, and sniffed it. It was so fragrant! He studied its color, it was very fresh.

Zhang Cheng thought back to his childhood when his grandmother was still alive. She often came to the city, and each time she came, she would bring a bag of dried sweet potatoes.

Cooking dried sweet potato congee was a delight — sweet and sticky, paired with dried radishes, it couldn't be more appetizing. Zhang Cheng decided to cook sweet potato porridge.

Tang Ying came downstairs at this time; she wanted to learn cooking. It wasn't entirely to please Zhang Cheng but because she didn't eat a meal of rice for several days whenever Zhang Cheng went out. The reason being, she didn't know how to use a pressure cooker, so those imported, high-end kitchen appliances were just decorations.

Tang Ying wanted to learn, so Zhang Cheng patiently taught her. "This electric pressure cooker is fairly simple, lift the cooker's inner pot."

"Normally you need to add water and wash the rice."

"But now, the water from the water plant hasn't been treated, it's okay for bathing and flushing, but for eating, be careful, lest you get sick."

"Now when we add water, if you make porridge, insert your finger, yes, use your index finger. If it is higher than two knuckles, then it's enough."

"If you are cooking rice, it should be higher than one knuckle."

"When cooking, add some olive oil, peanut oil, the taste of rice will be better."

Zhang Cheng taught patiently, and Tang Ying nodded frequently. In these apocalyptic times where everyone wondered where their next meal would come from, only they were not worried about food and drink.

"Now I'll teach you how to cut a ham sausage."

"I like to cut it at an angle; hold the knife like this..."

Zhang Cheng moved behind Tang Ying, Hugging her from behind, catching her hands, it truly was a hands-on teaching.

It's just...

Why did he get hard again?

Ah, men.

Really always have naughty thoughts.

Originally, the meal could be cooked in half an hour.

However, Zhang Cheng messed around in the kitchen with Tang Ying for more than half an hour.

An hour later,

Zhang Cheng still did it himself, stir-fried ham sausage with pickled vegetables, luncheon meat stir-fried mushrooms, opened three boxes of beef sauce, three side dishes, and a carton of milk.

The lunch was rich.

When Tang Ying set the dinner plate on the table, Zhang Cheng went to the garage.

At this time, the girl was staring at the car, as if thinking about something. Even from a distance, Zhang Cheng shouted at the girl, "Go wash your hands and face, come to the dining room for lunch later."

"Oh." The girl nodded, then closed the car's hood.