I cook, sometimes.
Yesterday I scoured the frig and dug out the last bits of groceries since the shopping trip 2 weeks ago.
I chopped up the green beans and shiitake mushroom into short strips, saute with garlic, added water and covered to steam a while, and then threw in chopped pieces of a wrinkly tofu product known as "vegetarian chicken".
Salt, pepper, a bit of soy sauce, a couple of tablespoons of sugar should do. I dropped a scoop of "lemongrass sauce" from a jar for improvisational fun.
It probably needed five more minutes to soften a bit more, but I lost patience and turned the gas off. Served on white rice.
Store-bought fake chicken (not my photo).
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