Wu Mian knew that he was too dogmatic and corrected it immediately.
You can''t wash eggplant like washing your hands, but instead take a bath. Looking at Wu Mian''s clumsy appearance, Zhang Lan couldn''t help sighing.
His son was smart since childhood, but he was stupid when he entered the kitchen. Does that follow his father? Or did he do it on purpose.
The key is to be stupid. You don''t have self-knowledge. You have to learn to cook in the kitchen. Another eggplant was wasted. Zhang Lan was a little distressed at the thought of the eggplant being ravaged by Wu Mian. Now the prices of vegetables have risen. An eggplant, even the smallest, costs more than one yuan.
Waste!
Sin!!
"Mom, it''s ready." Wu Mian took a full 5''12 "to wash the eggplant and put it on a plate.
Such a long time is enough for Wu Mian to have a small operation. Ordinary appendicitis, from peeling to cutting off the appendix, is estimated to take so long.
"Then what?"
"Prepare a piece of pork with a little scallion." Zhang Lan said.
"How much is a piece? How much is a little?" Wu Mian was stunned.
My mother said this sentence, just like how far it is forever. In Wu Mian''s mind, it is a mess without a clear concept.
"Er..." Zhang Lan hesitated, took out the pork from the refrigerator and cut a small piece with a knife. After thinking about it, he divided the pork into two parts and put the larger one back in the refrigerator.
Wu Mian weighed it. It should be about 22.5g. Is that enough meat?
"Cut some scallions."
"..." Wu Mian is not used to a few or dots. He watched his old lady cut meat. He was pained all the time. The points she cut were completely different from those he needed.
Wu Mian cut a small part of the green onion. He was skilled in the knife. Zhang Lan nodded frequently.
"Xiao Mian, you can help me cut the pier in the future. Nothing else can do. I think you are very skilled with a knife. This technique is good. Do you cut vegetables so well as doctors?"
"Mom, I''m the world''s top craftsman. And I have to cook. I can''t eat just cutting it out." Wu Mian said with a smile, "so I don''t have to come back every day."
"Go home and eat. You don''t have many mouths."
"Mom, young people should have private space." Wu Mian smoothly cut the scallions and patted the knife in front of Zhang Lan.
"You child, wash the knife directly after cutting things. What are you doing here?" Zhang Lan complained.
"...." Wu Mian concluded.
This is the habit of surgery. These things on the operating table are taken care of by instrument nurses. For a while, I was scolded by my mother.
There was no choice but to clean the knife, wash it again, wipe it again, and put it back in place.
This is only the beginning, and then Wu Mian was hit hard in succession.
"A little salt."
"A little soy sauce."
"A little monosodium glutamate."
"A little garlic."
“……”
Wu Mian sighed deeply at a pile of. He also knows this feeling. Most people do a skilled operation and ask them to say how much tissue is cut off and how to determine it. Basically, no one can say it.
It''s a feeling, a feeling that only hands know you.
But this is not what you want.
Just watch my mother cook once, and then measure every ingredient with a balance. My mother seems to have no concept at all and does everything she wants.
Gradually, one head of Wu Mian became two big ones.
Originally full of self-confidence, he failed in a little sentence after sentence.
Forget it. I don''t dare to be stubborn with the old lady. If I have time, I''ll go to the old shop and ask the two landlords for advice. Wu Mian had an idea in his heart and hurriedly fried a plate of shredded eggplant according to a little, a little instructions.
This is worse than the last kebab, even worse.
Wu Mian doesn''t know whether the heat is good or not. Seeing the fried eggplant, not to mention the taste, the color alone is terrible. Wu Mian estimated that he poured too much soy sauce, and the color was a little heavy.
Some are Wu Mian''s own understanding. This is a standard "dark cuisine". Don''t say it''s eating. It''s disgusting even at a glance.
That''s it?
That''s it!
Wu Mian looked at what he had made and felt a faint sense of frustration. Recalling the time when I fooled laolintou with food on laogua mountain, I now know that laolintou is lazier than I thought.
The food he made seemed to be half cooked without salt. He ate it very delicious. If laziness is a realm, laolintou has reached the peak.
"Xiaomian, don''t worry, it''s the first time after all." Zhang Lan comforted Wu Mian when she saw that his expression was not good-looking.
"Alas." Wu Mian sighed.
In the past, I thought I could do anything, but after a very clear upgrade, medical technology has made further progress, but cooking has failed completely.
Looking at the dark dish, Wu Mian''s stubbornness was aroused.
This time I was too careless and thought I could cook. In fact, I was cheated by Lao Lintou''s laziness. If you want to find a cooking video, watch it several times, and then practice it, it will work!
It will work!
From small to large, there is nothing you can''t do! Whether it''s study or sports, whether it''s diagnosis or surgery, whether it''s clinical or basic research, it''s invincible!
cook a dish?
small token of kindly feelings.
Seeing Wu Mian''s mouth rising, Zhang Lan looked at the plate of black fried eggplant and smiled. She knew that the goods must be ready for the next time.
But it''s too wasteful. Zhang Lan thought about the eggplant, meat, oil, scallion and soy sauce. She couldn''t help feeling a little distressed.
Alas, this black sheep.
"I''m back." Wu Zhongtai''s voice came from the door.
"Wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Zhang Lan quickly stopped looking at the plate of fried eggplant made by Wu Mian and began to talk about preparing for dinner.
Wu Mian can''t help it. Dark cuisine can''t be served on the table. If the old man sees this, he can go from hard work and frugality to the horizon. It seems that the economy of bajingzi has been unable to get up because of this plate of eggplant.
He found a plastic bag and poured in the shredded eggplant. Wu Mian washed the plate and put it back in its original position.
Cooking is really a technical job. It''s not as simple as you think.
When the dishes were served, Wu Zhongtai came back, washed his hands and sat down to eat.
"Dad, let me discuss something with you." Wu Mian tried to forget the shadow of cooking failure and said to Wu Zhongtai.
"What''s up?"
Wu Mian briefly described the sick orphan. Wu Zhongtai thought it was serious, but he had to do it... Even if he stared behind, there were many procedures involved, not two days a day.
But Wu Mian doesn''t care. It doesn''t matter if the child lives in laogua mountain first. I''ve applied and reported to the organization. I''m not afraid of others talking about laoguashan.