Cooking with lard gives a aty fragrance that’s incomparable to any store-bought oils or peanut oils.
Following the teacher’s instructions, Xie Wanying washed the kitchen knife and dried it, ready to cut the at.
While the youngsters were working, Zhang Huayao grabbed the large iron wok with his right hand effortlessly and placed it in the sink, turning on the tap to rinse it.
With a rush of water, he wiped the bottom dry.
Then, with a snap, he placed it back on the gas stove.
Turned on the gas, heated the wok.
The boss was fully engaged in the montum.
"Are you done yet?" Zhang Huayao urged the at cutter.
Xie Wanying dared not slow down, her eyes focused, the kitchen knife ca down, removing the skin in one slice. Then a diagonal cut, neatly removing the fatty part on the left. Upon careful inspection, the boundary between the fat and lean at was distinctly clear, indicating precise knife skills. Not only did the eyes need to be accurate, but the knife also had to be swift.
Standing by the side, Song Xueling glanced at Dr. Xie’s knife skills, a touch of amazent crossing his heart: A soft blade is really powerful.
"Done, Teacher Zhang." Xie Wanying invited the teacher to check her completed task.
Zhang Huayao didn’t look at what she cut, only responsible for picking up the strip of fat to inspect. Browsed through and it seed fine, then put the whole strip into the hot wok to steam oil.
The boss didn’t say anything, which generally indicated satisfaction.
"How are you guys doing?" Teacher Lu poked his head into the kitchen doorway to inquire about the cooking progress.
The rice cooker was bubbling, and the white rice was cooking smoothly.
The large iron wok on the gas stove was covered with a big lid, aromas of white radish, lard, and Chinese cabbage seeped out from the gaps. Shrimp and other seasonings were laid out on the kitchen counter, ready to be added in soon.
Stewed dishes need simring and take ti.
Teacher Zhang was too busy to respond, so Xie Wanying turned her head to inform Teacher Lu: "It might take a little longer, in about forty-five more minutes the al should be ready. Are you guys hungry?"
"Not hungry, not hungry." Teacher Lu replied, walking back to tell Li Xiaobing, "In forty-five more minutes, we can have dinner. Yingying said so, it should be fine."
The little sister’s calculations are amazingly accurate. Li Xiaobing laughed with her mouth wide open, and when she and Teacher Lu had so free ti, they watched TV and waited for dinner, feeling a bit awkward: "Having Doctor Zhang cook dinner for —"
A big boss cooking for his mother is natural, but cooking for her, Li Xiaobing, is not.
"What’s there to be afraid of? He just has a sharp tongue." Teacher Lu knew her son very well. Other than his sharp tongue, there was nothing wrong with her son.
It was almost seven o’clock, and Cao Yong and the others hadn’t called, probably unable to co for dinner. Li Xiaobing called her husband to check the situation.
Zhu Huicang was walking on the road and told his wife, "A few car accidents were sent to our hospital’s ergency departnt this evening, and the conditions are quite serious. Neurosurgery, general surgery, and cardiothoracic surgery all had to go to the operating room. You an Cao Yong? He’s stuck in the operating room."
Hearing this, Li Xiaobing worried her husband would be hungry and advised, "Eat sothing before you head to the operating room."
"There’s no ti for a al, I grabbed a bottle of milk from Fu Xinheng’s place and drank it." After saying this, Zhu Huicang didn’t explain further to his wife, he needed to scrub in.
Li Xiaobing hurriedly reported the situation at ho to her husband: "Tonight, Doctor Zhang Huayao is at our place helping cook."
Zhu Huicang dropped his phone as he heard this, and it rolled on the floor twice, leaving him as stunned as his wife.
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