"Why don''t you stop opening tonight and concentrate on cooking." Zhang Ping asked with a smile.
"No, do it once. If you succeed, I''ll figure it out by myself." Wu Mian said firmly, "and it will succeed. It must be the best persimmon scrambled egg."
Looking at Wu Mian''s expression, Zhang Ping just smiled but didn''t speak.
His mouth was slightly pursed, and a beautiful arc was raised at the corner of his mouth, with a bit of self-confidence and unspeakable pride.
But Zhang Ping doesn''t believe it.
"Snowflakes!" Zhang Ping shouted.
"Busy, what''s the matter!" Nie Xuehua''s voice came out.
"Persimmon, leave a few."
With that, Zhang Ping led Wu Mian into the back kitchen.
"Yo, why is Xiaomian here? I want to eat persimmons from the earth? It''s just right today. The vegetable delivery master has some in the car, so I left some." Nie Xuehua smiled, picked up a red and green persimmon, washed it and gave it to Wu Mian.
"Snow sister, I don''t eat persimmons. I want to make scrambled eggs with persimmons." Wu Mian was nervous for no reason when he saw the persimmons.
This is a feeling that has never appeared, a challenge. It seems that Wu Mian is facing high difficulty... No, any operation can''t help Wu Mian. At this moment, it seems that he is facing an unfamiliar unified force field theory, and he has a preliminary solution.
As long as you do well, you will appear on the podium of the Nobel Prize in the next second and enjoy the attention of the world.
Nie Xuehua looked at Wu Mian''s serious expression and couldn''t cry or laugh. Just make a persimmon scrambled egg, as for it.
Wu Mian took the persimmon in Nie Xuehua''s hand and stroked it gently with his fingers, like touching Chu Zhixi''s delicate skin, feeling the composition of the persimmon.
How can persimmon juice be retained as much as possible.
Countless data and pictures appeared in Wu Mian''s mind, but unlike seeing a doctor, there was no plan leading to success in the end.
The more various data, the more confused Wu Mian is. He doesn''t know how to make delicious persimmon scrambled eggs.
If the juice stays too much, will it dilute the aroma of eggs? If you leave less juice, will you lack the taste of persimmon?
And this is just persimmon, eggs? Is it foreign eggs from chicken farms or stupid eggs from small stupid chickens in rural areas? Although the ingredients should be no different, the taste is really different.
Wu Mian felt that he underestimated the enemy.
The taste of eggs means different ingredients. Each kind of different egg has different taste. The strength of beating eggs should be different.
When stirring, there are different methods.
For a moment, Wu Mian thought of 366 different strength, how to beat the egg evenly without losing its original taste.
It''s just an egg
How to choose between different persimmons and different eggs, what proportion, sugar or salt, quick fire or slow fire, use
Countless unanswered information poured into Wu Mian''s mind.
His brain was buzzing. Taihu Lake 5 almost went down.
Seeing Wu Mian''s face was wrong, Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua looked at each other worried. Zhang Ping asked, "Xiao Mian, what do you think?"
"No." Wu Mian took a deep breath. He felt that he was just an intern who had just arrived at the hospital and didn''t understand anything.
Interns, such childish creatures, scold a lot. From Xiehe to Massachusetts, all kinds of heaven''s favorite children are gray and honest in front of Wu Mian.
Now I have become an intern, but I feel extremely bad.
Everything is unknown and at a loss. I don''t know what to do next. At this moment, Wu Mian had a confused mood, as if the omnipotent immortal had been knocked out of the world and fell into the rolling world of mortals.
"Or..." Zhang Ping saw that Wu Mian''s face was getting whiter and whiter, and the blood vessels under her skin were faintly visible. The whole person was white and transparent.
She asked anxiously, "I''ll do it first. Can you see?"
"Ah?" Wu Mian, a rare Leng God, didn''t hear what Zhang Ping said.
"Xiaomian, how do you think about cooking?" Nie Xuehua looked at Wu Mian strangely and asked.
"I''m going to get married in years," said Wu Mian, pretending to be calm. "After marriage, I always have to make a fire at home and cook. I can''t always order takeout."
"I think Xiao Xi is more suitable for cooking than you." Nie Xuehua said with certainty.
"No," said Wu Mian firmly, "I''ll cook for her!"
Listening to his firm tone and free eyes, Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua smiled. Is this advice? No, I haven''t seen anything wrong with him since I was a child.
"Xiaomian, I''ll make it for you once." Nie Xuehua didn''t wear it, put on her apron, washed two persimmons and put them on the chopping board.
"Cut the persimmon... I can''t tell. I''ll do it my own way. Just look at it." Nie Xuehua said. She took a kitchen knife in her right hand, pulled a knife flower in her left hand, fixed it in her left hand, and cut the persimmon into sixteen pieces.
The information entered Wu Mian''s brain. The moment the knife fell, Wu Mian knew that Nie Xuehua was in the wrong position when cutting persimmons.
"Sister snowflake, your wrist is not soft enough when you drop the knife. You should..." Wu Mian is a good teacher and habitually says.
After half a sentence, seeing Nie Xuehua holding a knife and looking at himself with strange eyes, he immediately said with a smile, "I''m wrong! You continue, continue."
"That''s right. There are so many things for novices who can''t cook." the kitchen knife in Nie Xuehua''s hand is splashing, murderous.
"Next is eggs. Would you like more eggs or more persimmons?" Nie Xuehua asked.
"..." Wu Mian was stunned. "Elder sister, shouldn''t there be an optimal proportion?"
"What''s the best proportion?" Nie Xuehua dismissively scolded, "it''s hard for everyone to adjust. Don''t you know this sentence? You think there are more persimmons, fresh and delicious, and I''m willing to eat tender eggs. The best proportion, Xiaomian, do you study too much and make the whole person stupid?"
Zhang Ping secretly touched Nie Xuehua with her hand. Wu Mian saw it clearly.
"Cough..." Nie Xuehua also thought his words were a little heavy. "Then, cut some scallions."
"How much is the point?" Wu Mian faced the problem that he couldn''t face. The terms "point", "a little", "a little"... Now look so hateful!
"You''re free. Some people like more scallions, others don''t eat scallions, and the most doesn''t matter." Nie Xuehua took a scallion and peeled it and cut it into scallions.
Wu Mian wants to cry without tears.
How can I do this? All kinds of things are ambiguous and I can''t do them at all.
[I have crossed mountains and seas, and...]
The help phone rang.