"Ding Dong!"

The doorbell rang, Ji Qianming put down half of his luggage and opened the door to the dormitory.

I saw Zhang Fan, wearing a black suitcase, standing at the door, with a faint smile on his handsome face, looking at Ji Qianming quietly.

"Boss!" Ji Qianming showed a bright smile on his face, and he opened his body to let Zhang Fan enter the room.

After the group was divided in the afternoon, the students began to adjust their dormitories independently. Duanmu Qingyu, Wu Di and Wang Ruoyi formed a group, and they also got the land and were assigned to the other two international friends. They had moved out, and Ji Qianming was left alone in the entire 304.

"Boss, Hanyuhara hasn't arrived yet. You can choose rooms 2 and 3 first."

Zhang Fan stopped suddenly, his eyes wandering back and forth between the two rooms, with endless entanglement and struggle in his eyes, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

This is... choice phobia? Ji Qianming was stunned and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Well, I live in Room No. 1, why don't you live next door to me?" Ji Qianming spoke tentatively.

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, and his whole body seemed to have been saved. He gave Ji Qianming a grateful look and quickly walked into Room 2.

After a few minutes, the doorbell rang again.

Hanyuhara walked in quietly with a small luggage bag on her back, bowed gently to the two of them, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Qianmingjun, Zhang Fanjun, please give me more advice in the future."

Ji Qianming and Zhang Fan looked at each other and bowed accordingly, "Please give me some advice."

At this moment, Ji Qianming was a little excited and hugged his thighs in a row. Now his life is guaranteed!

"Two brothers, I just saw that there were flour and vegetable fillings in the kitchen refrigerator. Today I came to make dumplings, which was also considered to be a celebration of the establishment of our three-person group." Ji Qianming felt that the future was extremely bright and he was in a good mood. He volunteered to cook.

"Okay, I haven't tasted Chinese food yet." Hanyuhara showed an interesting expression.

"I can make some dumplings, so I'll help you chop the stuffing." Zhang Fan took out a brown apron from somewhere, tied it skillfully on his body, and followed Ji Qianming into the kitchen.

Ji Qianming took out a stainless steel basin from the cabinet, poured some flour into it, rolled up his sleeves and started to knead the dough with great enthusiasm.

Zhang Fan took out two kitchen knives, took out the cutting board, and started cutting vegetables.

He looked at the dish in front of him with one hand, held it with the other hand, and started cutting inch by inch, with the distance between each section almost exactly the same.

This vegetable was cut for nearly ten minutes.

Ji Qianming looked at the leek sections on the cutting board in disbelief. Not only were each section completely similar in length, but the angle of inclination on the cutting board was exactly the same, which was outrageous!

He widened his eyes and said in a daze: "Boss, you... won't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, are you?"

Zhang Fan looked at the masterpiece in front of him with satisfaction, raised his head proudly, and ignored Ji Qianming's problems.

"Hey, this dish is so interesting." Hanyuhara suddenly came over from the side and plucked it on a few vegetables with her hands. The perfect figure seemed to be bitten by a beef, and it was extremely ugly.

Zhang Fan's body shook, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Hanyuhara, and anger burned in his eyes.

"you……!"

Hanyuhara turned his head slightly and smiled at Zhang Fan's angry eyes. The air between the two was frozen.

"Well, boss, you cut it really well! I'll use it to mix the filling first." Ji Qianming's cold sweat was about to be scared, so he hurriedly poured the leeks on the cutting board into the basin and said with a smile.

Zhang Fan snorted coldly, suppressed his anger, walked to Ji Qianming and started making dumplings.

He picked up an appropriate amount of dumpling filling with chopsticks, put it into a clean dumpling skin, and carefully pinched it into a perfect shape. Each tilted foot was in line with the golden section line, which looked extremely pleasing to the eye.

The only drawback is that this dumpling was wrapped for ten minutes...

Ji Qianming's mouth twitched wildly, and he gently put the 22nd dumplings he had wrapped into the plate. At this time, Zhang Fan finally picked up the second dumpling skin and began to wrap it carefully.

No... I promised to help me? I bought one for me in the past half day?

Finally, when Ji Qianming put the 67th dumpling on the plate, Zhang Fan completed his third work of art.

"Wait!" Ji Qianming was about to put the pot, but Zhang Fan suddenly called him.

He frowned and gently moved the direction of the dumplings. It took him twenty minutes to arrange the dumplings on the plate into a blooming chrysanthemum, and he stopped satisfied.

Ji Qianming:...

Boss, I was wrong. Don’t go into the kitchen in the future. I beg you! I kowtowed you!

At this moment, Hanakihara gently touched the table, and the dumplings on the plate moved together, and the blooming chrysanthemums suddenly turned into chrysanthemums.

"Oh, I was so careless." Hanyuhara said lightly, looking at Zhang Fan with a smile.

It's over! This black-hearted man is just unable to get along with the boss! This thought suddenly flashed through Ji Qianming's heart.

"You! Look for! Death!" The murderous intent in Zhang Fan's eyes was almost overflowing, and the golden leaves on his left eye flashed slightly. Several kitchen knives in the kitchen seemed to be held by invisible hands, hanging in front of Zhang Fan. The tip of the knife was facing Hanyuhara, and it could shoot out at any time.

The smile on the corner of Hanyuhara's mouth became even brighter. He put one hand on the long knife around his waist, and the hanging hairs were automatically unwind, as if the knife would appear in the next moment.

"Do you want to fight?"

"Stop! Stop me!" Ji Qianming, who was sandwiched in the middle, couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly, "You want to fight outside and don't ruin the dumplings I have worked so hard to make!"

He hugged the dumplings wrapped on the table in front of him and said with some pain.

"Yes, you can't waste Qianmeijun's dumplings. In the practical class, I want to personally ask Zhang Fanjun's strength to be the first place." Hanyuhara's smile slowly converged and she let go of her hand from the hilt.

"Okay, I'll wait." Zhang Fan replied coldly, waved his hand and returned all the kitchen knives to their original position. The tense momentum disappeared.

Ji Qianming finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the two big shots in front of him, he felt that his future was full of unknowns and fog.

It seems that too many thighs in a team are not a good thing... There are no two tigers in a mountain.

After a while, the dumplings in the pot gradually floated up. Ji Qianming took out a dumpling and made a cut. The aroma of the dumplings quickly spread throughout the house.

"Well... it's almost done." Ji Qianming nodded with satisfaction, took out the dumplings one by one, and walked out of the kitchen with a few plates.

At this moment, Zhang Fan and Hanyuhara seemed to have nothing happened. They sat upright on both sides of the dining table, staring at the dumplings in Ji Qianming's hand with their eyes fixed on them.

Guru.

Someone swallowed his saliva, Ji Qianming's mouth slightly raised, and he picked up the goblet containing red wine. The wine fainted in the cup.

"cheers?"
Chapter completed!