“Hey, is that it?” Liu Ming was stunned. These cooking utensils were bought by the previous roommate. For Liu Ming, cooking was apparently a profound skill, and making a delicious mung bean soup seemed to be an even more challenging task.
“Boil for three minutes after it starts steaming, then simmer on low heat for three more minutes, then turn it off,” Hao Yunyang, who was already at the door, turned back and said: “Oh, no sugar added, add it yourself when you drink it.”
“You… I…” Liu Ming was dumbfounded. Just as Hao Yunyang entered the room and slowly closed the door, he suddenly came to his senses and asked, “By the way!”
“What?” Hao Yunyang poked his head out.
“You’ve been unemployed for a while now. Aren’t you planning to find a job?” Liu Ming thought and said: “I just saw an electronics factory here recruiting workers, assembly line, eight hours a day, guaranteed 1,200, overtime at seven yuan per hour, just three or four minutes from here. Won’t you go take a look?”
“Thank you.” Hao Yunyang was slightly touched, a sincere smile on his face, seriously said thanks, then slightly shook his head: “However, I have some things to do recently, and I still have some savings on my card, so I don’t want to go to work for now.”
“Good heavens!” Liu Ming laughed and cursed: “How much money do you have on that card? Rent is savings, food and entertainment are savings, buying clothes is savings, don’t tell me you have thousands on your card?”
“Hehe, more or less,” Hao Yunyang laughed, pulled his head back, and the room door was gently closed.
“He really does,” Liu Ming was puzzled for a moment, then didn’t think much of it, moved a stool over and sat down, staring unblinkingly at the pressure cooker, lost in thought.
That evening’s dinner was prepared by Hao Yunyang: a bowl of pickled vegetable soup, a plate of scrambled eggs, and the mung bean soup was reheated for a late-night snack. Though simple, it was at least filling.
