."It's your sister Jiu's magic medicine that I made myself." Wen Jiu answered him angrily, "Didn't you dislike it before? You suggested that you either return the meatballs or give me the money."

Li Qingyu just smiled and said, "Sister Jiu, you are the best. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you."

However, Wen Jiu was too lazy to pay attention to him and sat on the podium looking at the door.

After a while, two little heads popped out of the door.

"Are you taking a cooking class here? We are students from window 17."

An Xiaohua and Sun Yaya stood up obediently and treated Wen Jiu the same way they usually treat college teachers.

After getting Wen Jiu's signal, they found a console and stood there, waiting for others to arrive.

In fact, the college cafeteria originally offered cooking classes for students to take as electives. However, this course was later canceled in order to reduce funds, but the original classrooms were still retained.

So Li Qinzhen sent someone to clean and inspect it before it could be used normally.

Then all the students who came to class arrived one after another, and no one was late.

"Now that everyone is here, I will start teaching."

Wen Jiu signaled Li Qingyu to bring out the bag of rice and place it in front of the operating table that was used as a podium.

"The first lesson today is how to steam perfect rice."

After finishing speaking, she glanced around the circle of students who were listening carefully.

Seeing that no one wanted to ask questions, she continued her operations and explanations.

"Steaming rice is actually a very simple skill, and once you learn it, you can use rice with a variety of dishes to make set meals for sale."

"Everyone is working in the cafeteria, so naturally they know about my latest menu, braised pork rice. Braised pork is still a bit difficult for you. We will talk about this later."

"But rice is very simple to make. I believe you can see from the sales volume in our window that the braised pork rice is quite popular. So as long as you learn how to make rice, you are not far away from making braised pork rice.

Got it!"

Immediately, Wen Jiu asked the students to come forward and go to his operating table to see the steps.

"First get a container of suitable size, and then use this measuring cup to fill the appropriate amount of rice."

"By the way, this kind of elongated rice is called indica rice. In addition to daily cooking, it is also particularly suitable for making fried rice."

As she spoke, she used a measuring cup to fill up enough rice for five people. After all, after steaming, the students had to taste it one by one, so that they could know what successful and delicious rice is.

But after all, it’s just for a taste, so it’s enough for more than ten people to divide it a little, and there is no need to steam so much.

"Wash the rice and pour it into the rice cooker, and finally pour in an appropriate amount of water." After Wen Jiu finished speaking, she began to teach them how to measure the appropriate water level. After everyone said they understood, she closed the lid and started steaming.

Rice.

"This step is very simple." She sent the students back to their respective operating stations, "But the specific kind of rice you can make depends on your individual abilities."

Wen Jiu just hopes that the classroom will not be blown up. As for the situation where the water is not enough and the rice is cooked, or there is too much water and the rice is cooked into porridge.

She felt that after watching the operations of the money fans, these situations seemed to be within the acceptable range for her.

"Come on, everyone give it a try. Take the container you selected and the measuring cup provided, come directly to me and get the amount of rice you think is suitable."

After saying that, she was a little worried that these students would imitate her and quickly pack the rice, so she simply said: "What I just packed was for five people. If it's for one person, just go to the measuring cup."

After she finally finished speaking, An Xiaohua and Sun Yaya hurriedly found the same container as Wen Jiu's, and then walked to the front first to get the amount of rice they thought was enough for two people.

"Did we take too much?" Sun Yaya looked at the container in An Xiaohua's hand that filled the bottom layer of rice, and felt that the portion seemed a bit too much.

But An Xiaohua felt that the amount she filled was just right, so she said while washing the rice: "No, believe me, we can definitely steam the same rice as Classmate Wen."

There are many students who are as confident as her, but only a few of them asked Wen Jiu for advice after finishing loading the rice.

"Your portion is a bit too much for one person, and it's almost enough for two people. But your portion is too little, so just half of it will be enough."

It wasn't that Wen Jiu was unwilling to give guidance to these students one by one. The main reason was that she could see that a few of them were overconfident and almost complacent. If they didn't suffer some blows, it would be difficult for them to sincerely follow her in their studies.

So she only gave pointers to the students who took the initiative to ask. For the other students who didn't ask, she just waited for them to express themselves freely.

With the existence of a rice cooker, it only takes about ten minutes to steam the rice.

Because Wen Jiu started steaming rice before anyone else, her rice cooker was also the first to make a beep.

"Everyone can come over and take a look. My rice is out of the pot."

She opened the lid of the rice cooker, and the elegant aroma of rice wafted out instantly. Everyone saw the white rice steaming.

"This is what the steamed rice looks like." Wen Jiu took a spoon and put some of the rice in the bowl. When she stirred the rice with the spoon, everyone could even see the distinct grains of the rice.

Immediately, she asked the students to bring a bowl each, and gave each of them some rice to taste.

At first, An Xiaohua just thought that the rice was indeed different from what she had eaten before. It was not the dark and sticky kind, but an off-white color like tiny white jade.

She looked at the rice in the bowl and realized why her grandma always said she wanted to eat white rice.

In the past, every time I heard her, I felt a little strange. Isn’t rice always black? Why is it called white rice?

It wasn't until she saw the rice steamed by Wen Jiu that she realized that the rice was really white.

While An Xiaohua was still immersed in thinking, Sun Yaya could not help but taste the rice in her bowl.

She was amazed by the soft and chewy texture. In addition to the aroma of rice, there was also a sweet taste that filled her lips and teeth while chewing.

She couldn't help but immerse herself in it, as if she were swimming in a rice field.

"Now everyone has tasted the rice I made. Yours should be almost ready. You can open the lid and look for the difference."

Just a few seconds after Wen Jiu's words fell, the classroom was filled with beeping sounds.

With her rice as a starting point, everyone opened the lid with confidence, ready to enjoy their results.

"Quick, quick, let's see if our rice is as delicious as Classmate Wen's!"

Sun Yaya felt that the small pile of rice given by Wen Jiu was not enough for her, and she only hoped to have the same delicious rice at An Xiaohua's place.

"Don't worry, I've made rice many times." An Xiaohua opened the lid confidently, but was stunned by what looked like coke inside.
Chapter completed!