Tokyo: Am I the only male tenant?

Maybe many boys don’t have this kind of patience. If you tell them these things, they will probably ignore you as if they didn’t hear you.

But Ginjo Sosuke is not such a man. He listens very seriously to every word of a woman.

Just like Kana Kobayakawa talks about her reptile, or Chie Hoshino talks about her fighting skills.

Maybe that wasn't entirely in his interest, but in his opinion, it was also a basic courtesy and respect.

Correspondingly, every time Yincheng talked about baseball games or other sports, the women would stay by his side and listen with great interest.

They may not even understand the most basic rules, but Ginjo's daily performance makes them want to repay him with the greatest enthusiasm.

This way of getting along with each other, accepting and truly appreciating each other, may be the real secret to their long-term relationship.

Next up are the other vegetables that will also be used in the pasta.

Tomoko Matsumoto used scissors to cut off the fruits, which were about 20 centimeters long. This time she picked three.

"Oh!"

Her finger was accidentally pricked by the thorns underneath the fruit. The fresher the vegetable, the sharper the thorns.

"What's wrong, Sister Tomoko?"

Ginjo hurriedly asked with concern.

"It's okay, Sosuke-kun, I just pricked my finger."

"Which finger? Let me see."

Ginjo Sosuke put the basin on the ground, grabbed his wife's hand and examined it carefully.

"It doesn't look like it's okay, does it? It's all punctured."

"Be careful, Sister Tomoko. The thorns on these vegetables are very dangerous."

Ginjo was relieved to see that Matsumoto Tomoko was not seriously injured.

In the evening of October, the sky, which was slowly falling into silence, was gently embraced by a touch of orange-red, as if it was the god's last kiss to the earth before sunset.

The setting sun poured down like molten gold, gradually transitioning to a light violet, and finally merging with the deep blue-black.

The clouds were coated with a layer of gold, and they were either light and flowing or heavy and steady, slowly moving and changing their shapes.

On the ground, the deciduous trees have put on their autumn attire, and their golden leaves are swaying gently in the breeze.

Occasionally a few pieces fall with the wind, making a rustling sound when stepped on.

What else should I choose to go with it?

There is no specific recipe for salad for family dinner. Any fruits and vegetables can be used as long as you like.

For this kind of balcony vegetable garden, it is very important to check whether the vegetables are ripe enough to be picked and eaten.

The oak leaf lettuce had just been planted, and other than that, the plants that had been picked previously for salad leaves were still too small.

"These tomatoes look delicious, Sister Tomoko. As for mini tomatoes, you can just wash them and eat them directly."

In the pot next to the eggplant, the stems of the mini tomatoes climb the support in a spiral shape. Even though the leaves below are a little dry, the branches and leaves are still growing lushly and producing many lovely red fruits.

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. If you want to eat freshly picked vegetables, you must take the trouble to protect them under ultraviolet rays.

"Yeah, okay, then let's use tomatoes to spruce up the salad."

Tomoko Matsumoto finally puts the ripe red mini tomatoes into the sieve, finishing the picking work.

"Okay, let's cook all at once."

Back in the kitchen, the wife put the washed cutting board and vegetables back on the workbench.

"After removing the stems of the eggplants, cut them into bite-sized pieces. Judging from the size, they should be able to be cut into about eight equal pieces."

She removed the stems and the thorns that had pricked her fingers and threw them away, and put all the cut eggplants in a mixing bowl.

"Then chop a garlic and chili pepper into small pieces and throw them into the pan that has been heated with oil. The soup in the pot is already boiling. Please, Sosuke-kun, throw two bunches of pasta in there~"

"Okay, I get it, Sister Tomoko."

The two of them cooperated very well and looked like a couple who had lived together for many years.

"Remember to add a little more salt to the soup, so that the pasta will cook faster."

"Yeah, I understand."

Since the big soup pot was already placed on the gas stove, Ginjo Sosuke only had to take the salt shaker and throw in a large amount of salt.

Then he took out two servings of pasta from the bag of pasta beside him and threw them in, setting the timer for the required time.

“Put this in when you smell the garlic.”

"What is this, Sister Tomoko?"

"It's pork strips marinated in wine and salt, and then dipped in cassava flour."

"That's it~"

There was something that looked like pork in the mixing bowl, and I didn't know what kind of powder was sprinkled on it.

It seemed that that was the shredded meat that my wife had prepared in advance and took out from the refrigerator before picking the vegetables.

It turns out that the white powder is not flour, but cassava flour.

This technique is probably only used by an experienced chef like my wife. No wonder every dish she makes gives people a different flavor.

She pays attention to every detail, which shows how strict she is with her cooking.

Tomoko Matsumoto spread out the shredded meat and fried it in a frying pan, while explaining it as if she was giving a cooking class.

"In order to avoid frying them into lumps, they must be spread out and fried until crispy on the outside and cooked on the inside."

"Will these shredded meats be cooked soon? Because the pasta over there is almost done."

"That's right, that's why I chose shredded pork. It will be cooked in about half a minute. Next -"

"Oh, I see. Next we have to put the eggplant in and stir-fry it, right?"

"No, the eggplant should be placed over here."

"Huh? Why?"

Ginjo Sousuke frowned in surprise because his wife didn't put the eggplants in the mixing bowl into the frying pan, but instead threw them directly into the soup pot where the pasta was halfway cooked.

"Throw it over there? Is this really okay?"

"Trust me, Sosuke-kun, it's okay. Although eggplants will be cooked if you fry them, they will continue to absorb the oil until no matter how much oil you add, it won't be enough."

"I know that kind of thing, but..."

The yellow spaghetti kept turning in the soup pot, and the purple eggplant floated on top. The scene looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

This combination seems like dark cuisine, will it really taste good in the end?

"The water has turned blue, and it feels like bath powder. Will the pasta be affected?"

Ginjo felt that all the pasta would be dyed in the next second. The blue pasta did not look very appetizing.

"Don't worry, the pigment in eggplant is called solanin."

Matsumoto Tomoko raised the corners of her mouth slightly and started to talk about some little knowledge about eggplant.

"You'll see the results in a moment, Sousuke-kun. They won't stain the pasta."

Really? This weird scene is hard to believe.

Ginjo Sousuke watched the subtle changes in the soup pot with curiosity.

"As you can see, the eggplants definitely don't sink, and in about a minute you can scoop them all up with a spoon or something, and then put them in the pan with the shredded pork."

Tomoko Matsumoto picked up a spoon and scooped out the blanched eggplants.

"It's just like what Tomoko said..."

Ginjo Sosuke nodded frequently, gaining a deeper understanding of his wife's superb cooking skills.

"Okay, the pasta should be done soon, so get ready to scoop it out with the sieve."

Beep beep beep.

The sound of the timer sounded almost exactly as the wife finished speaking.

Ginjo quickly scooped up the pasta with a sieve and drained it, then confirmed that it was indeed safe and sound and had not been stained with any color.

The pigments that are steamed just seem to be floating in the water. Although it looks a bit strange, it is fine as long as it does not affect the final product.

"Next, we'll continue using the frying pan. Throw the cooked eggplant in, add a small dollop of Sosuke-kun's favorite butter, and then turn to high heat and cook until cooked."

"Finally, season it with yuzu vinegar, simmer it for a while, then add the pasta, and dinner is ready."

Tomoko Matsumoto poured bottled yuzu vinegar into the cooking pan, making a sizzling sound.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of cream. After dividing the pasta for two people between two plates, they sprinkled the shallots they had just picked on top.

My wife didn’t use a kitchen knife or cutting board, but instead used cooking scissors to cut the green onions. The emerald green onions decorated the pasta with bright and beautiful colors.

"Eggplant and pork shredded pasta with creamy yuzu vinegar, done~"

Ah, it was done in the blink of an eye.

Although the steps seem simple, the actual operation requires rich experience and skilled techniques.

Then, after mixing a simple salad, it’s time to enjoy the long-awaited meal.

"I'm starting—"

As soon as I faced the dining table, the delicious aroma hit my nose and my stomach almost growled. It seemed that the aroma of soy sauce and butter was exerting its ferocious attraction.

Ginjo Sosuke has a big appetite and is ready to have a good meal...

Chapter 578 The Wife Doesn’t Want to Rest

Ginjo Sousuke first tasted the pork in the ingredients with a fork.

Ok.

The first thing I felt when I took a bite was that the meat was softer than I had expected, and the seasoning was very adequate.

"Sister Tomoko, I have a question. These are just ordinary shredded pork, not tenderloin, right?"