books44 Chapter 207 Home Economics
Chapter 207 Home Economics
That afternoon.
As a former girls' school, Yuqiu had many courses that were originally tailored for girls according to the leadership's stereotypes. Although many of them were cut due to the co-educational school, some of them were still retained, such as flower arrangement classes and yoga classes.
Another example is home economics class - boys can also attend but it is not mandatory. In the Japanese cultural environment, boys mostly do not participate in kitchen affairs. Boys often do not come because they cannot see girls' cool outfits or beautiful profiles. Due to various factors, the home economics classroom can be said to be extremely dominated by women and less by men.
Of course, there are a few. Apart from the few boys who are dedicated to being housewives, there is also the poor guy Sanhui Kashiwa who was forced to work as a soldier by the home economics teacher.
After all, today's paperwork had been completed, and one of the two home economics teachers had made an offer Kashiwa Miki couldn't refuse: a pair of handmade blue crystal earrings, reportedly bought in Shinjuku. Not only were they beautiful, but they also had a certain religious meaning. Kashiwa Miki, who loved niche items and small pieces, really wanted them...
Of course, he wanted the blue crystal earrings. In Kashiwa Sanhui's eyes, the home economics teacher was no different from the jewelry box that contained them when he bought them.
"Sorry girls, one of the home economics teachers is on leave today, so I'll be filling in."
It was Kashiwa Sanhui who appeared with an opaque bag, wearing only a shirt and trousers, with his sleeves rolled up and a lollipop in his mouth. Although he said this, his eyes hidden under his bangs had already begun to look at what kitchen utensils were on the kitchen rack beside him for him to use.
Seeing a man suddenly appear on the podium, the students standing with their hands bare couldn't help but start whispering.
"Why is it Dr. Baihe? Isn't he very busy?"
"Maybe he's attracted to one of the girls among us... What if it's me?"
"Have you watched too many ridiculous cartoons? If that were the case, it would be me..."
I'm sorry, Kashiwa Sanhui doesn't like anyone, he just sold his body to complete the side quest for the little pendant he wanted.
Aine had originally thought of staying in the back with Deng to chat and play with her phone to get through this class that she had never particularly liked, but after seeing the recognizable face of Kashiwa Miki, she suddenly became lively and excitedly pulled Deng... How come Deng is even more excited than me? Hey, he's almost squeezed to the front.
"Aine-chan, let's go to the front row!"
"Ah good!"
Ignoring the lights below the stage and Aine's rustling movements as she squeezed forward, Kashiwa Sanhui was busy explaining some home economics tips to the students in the front row - in fact, it was practical operation. After all, the butter had already been melted in the pan, and Kashiwa Sanhui was busy performing a live performance of disassembling a chicken.
"Students, look here--" Baihe Sanhui pointed to a white-feathered chicken that was quickly raised with hormones and lying peacefully on the chopping board. Its feathers and internal organs had been processed, and it was ready to be put into the pot and become a dish.
"There are many ways to cook chicken, and different methods require different techniques for handling the chicken—which student could explain it briefly? Aine-san?"
Aine who just squeezed to the front row: (?⊿?)?!
"Uh... um, um... there's grilled chicken! And fried chicken!"
One look at this loyal McDonald's customer, and it's likely that this kid has rarely touched a spatula in his life - Kashiwa Sanhui nodded and casually tied up his long hair that was scattered behind his head.
There was no deliberate styling, just a slightly fluffy high ponytail, with a strand of hair that was not taken care of hanging down naturally - as a teacher, it can be considered perfunctory, but there is a saying that goes, the best makeup is temperament.
At this moment, it seemed as if there really was a native Sicilian playboy in the classroom. He took off his well-cut suit, put down the work at hand - perhaps settling accounts for others, or perhaps "settling accounts for others" - rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and concentrated on making hometown specialties for his beloved family as dinner.
Deng didn't hear what Baihe Sanhui was explaining for a while. In fact, most of the girls didn't hear clearly what Baihe Sanhui was saying. They just silently enjoyed this atmosphere - the atmosphere that only an ideal family can have.
First of all, the succubus physique created by the charm of Kashiwa Sanhui level 8 has taken effect. Secondly, as mentioned earlier, in the social environment of Japan, most girls are responsible for household affairs. If a man replaces the mother's position and works in front of the stove, these young girls will have some fantasies of change in the future that may remain unchanged when seeing such a scene, right?
Of course, the boys who came to the home economics class and Yili were exceptions - the former was really here to study hard for his dream of becoming a househusband, so he listened very seriously; the latter was because it was really the men who were responsible for cooking at home.
You are so useless, Mr. Naoki. Your daughter pities you.
"...So when we grill or fry a chicken, we start with the breastbone, right here—" Kashiwa Sanhui looked up excitedly, seeing his classmates watching him intently. Suddenly, he felt a surge of satisfaction and spoke even more enthusiastically. "Pressing it hard will heat the chicken even more... Oh, excuse me, what did you say, teacher?"
Because I was too excited, I didn't hear the reminder from the other teacher who was originally in charge of the home economics class. It was not until the other teacher patted my shoulder that I came to my senses and asked embarrassedly.
"Our class is to teach you the difference between cooking oils. The ingredients won't be put into the pot..."
Looking at the sprig of rosemary and half a clove of garlic crackling in the butter in the pot, and then looking at the poor chicken flattened under his palm, Kashiwa Sanhui smiled awkwardly:
"Um...sorry, I got a little off topic."
When I heard it was a home economics class, I excitedly went to the cafeteria warehouse to rummage around and brought my stuff with me to teach the class without even looking at the handouts.
Although he gestured towards a chicken for almost ten minutes, Baihe Sanhui only took less than five minutes to explain this little knowledge about oil. The rest was the students' practical session.
In pairs, go to your own small stove, heat the pan and add oil to observe the variables. If you are confident in your cooking skills, you can apply for some ingredients to show off your cooking skills.
Anyway, Kashiwa Sanhui also did it, and Deng and Aine shared half of the fragrant butter-fried chicken, and the other half was shared by other classmates.
Actually, Kashiwa Sanhui doesn't have much to do here. He just walks around the classroom like an invigilator and makes sure the children don't cause any accidents. The difference from invigilation is that he can chat with these children in a relaxed manner.
"Dr. Baihe, how come you can cook? My father can't even cook."
"Cooking in China is a pleasure. If only someone would wash the dishes, I could cook for the rest of my life... Student, the butter in the pan is about to burn."
"Hey, Dr. Baihe, do you have a girlfriend? If not, could you consider me?"
"No, I'm a very conservative teacher. Talking to pretty young girls like you is already a very bold thing~"
"Doctor, can you cook for me for the rest of my life?"
"Of course not..."
wrong.
Seeing that he said this sentence unconsciously and even attracted the attention of people around him, and they were staring at his lamp like a little penguin, Kashiwa Sanhui was sweating profusely for a moment.
Namo San, even Aine couldn't help but close her eyes helplessly - it was within her expectations that Tomorin also liked Ke-chan, but was she the only one who cared about Ke-chan's reputation and didn't say such things openly?
Then what am I worried about? Hey - No, no, I have to go back and study and organize the offensive!
If I were defeated by Chiyo or Xiangzi, I could console myself by saying that they were close to me and got the upper hand, but if I were defeated by Tomorin, then it would be purely because I was such a fool!
As for Kashiwa Miki...ah, how should I answer?
Amazing wisdom, give some help, amazing wisdom!
Feeling the unfriendly gazes coming from all directions and the bright and undisguised eyes of the lamp, Kashiwa Sanhui could already hear the hissing sound of the burning rope.
"Teng-san..."