Chapter 69: Chapter 69 Her First Time?
“Is it really that bad?”
Gu Annan glanced at her, laid down his chopsticks, “Come here.”
Lu Wanwan walked over, explaining, “I told you we should have asked Auntie Li to come, but you couldn’t wait. You can’t blame me for the bad cooking; you never said I had to be able to cook…”
He cut off her endless chatter with a single sentence, “Taste it yourself.”
Lu Wanwan took a seat beside him and pulled the bowl toward herself.
She was hungry anyway, so since her cooking was rejected, she might as well feed herself.
After eating the first bite herself, she suddenly understood.
“It seems, it’s not cooked…”
She clearly remembered her roommate didn’t boil the noodles for long before they were good; they said boiling too long would absorb all the water, making the noodles less chewy, like when instant noodles have been soaked too long.
Lu Wanwan remembered this lesson well, so she didn’t dare to boil them for too long just now.
Who would have known…
“This is my first time cooking; I lack experience and only meant to use myself as a guinea pig,” Lu Wanwan was out of options, the food was simply inedible, and she looked helplessly at Gu Annan with a blink, “Should we call Auntie Li then, and just throw this out, okay?”
This was her first time cooking?
Gu Annan didn’t say anything, just stood up and headed straight for the kitchen.
At the door, he noticed Lu Wanwan hadn’t followed him and saw her still fretting over the bowl of undercooked pasta; he reminded her, “Aren’t you coming over?”
“Should I wake Auntie Li?” Lu Wanwan took her phone, eagerly running over.
In her mind, she was thinking, if Auntie Li came, she could still score a meal.
But Gu Annan didn’t seem to intend to give her the number; instead, he rolled up his sleeves a bit, opened the fridge, and took out some vegetables.
“Gu Annan, what are you planning to do?” Lu Wanwan couldn’t believe it.
Was he gearing up to cook? Did Gu Annan actually know how to cook?
Gu Annan ignored her shock, “I’ve said, waiting for Auntie Li would be too late.”
While Lu Wanwan was still in shock, she heard his dissatisfied urging, “Weren’t you supposed to stand there and watch? Wash this clean.”
He handed her two tomatoes, which Lu Wanwan took somewhat unsteadily, still harboring a slight hope that maybe it was his first time cooking too, and he was just pretending to be skilled!
As someone who had studied in the United Kingdom, Gu Annan’s cooking had to be disastrous!
After washing the tomatoes clean, Lu Wanwan picked up the knife to chop them, “How should these be cut?”
Gu Annan glanced at the gleaming knife edge, dangerously close to her fingers.
He immediately set down the food he was holding and took the knife back, “Don’t make a mess here, get out.”
It was he who asked her to wash them, but now he accused her of being in the way.
Lu Wanwan, not convinced at all, stood at the kitchen door, determined to see just how capable the pampered and privileged Gu Annan was in the kitchen.
Then, she witnessed from beginning to end how he really made pasta, and her disbelief persisted until she saw him plate the food before she finally gave up.
When Gu Annan came out with the plate, the enticing aroma hit her, and her stomach growled loudly enough to be heard.
But then she realized, he had only brought out a single plate!
Indeed, Gu Annan had prepared just a late-night snack for himself—how could there be a portion for her!
Gu Annan sat at the dining table, and after a while, as if he just remembered, he looked up, “There’s a little left inside, go take care of it.”
Lu Wanwan was nearly starved, shamelessly pleading, “Gu Annan, it would be too wasteful to throw away your hard work, right? How about I honor your effort and help you eat it?”