"Bang, bang, bang..."
Ye Ming held a kitchen knife in each hand and chopped the meat quickly in the kitchen.
"My brother-in-law is really unreliable. He actually caused an accident while cooking. I really admire this guy. Why did he have to volunteer to cook?"
Ye Ming put the chopped meat into a bowl, added some flour, egg white and some seasonings, and began to beat it vigorously.
He was just getting into the mixing when he suddenly remembered that he was going to make meat porridge.
Looking at the meat filling that had become gelatinous, Ye Ming was silent for a while and then silently cut some chopped green onions and radishes.
Instead of making meat porridge, let’s braise the lion’s head first…
Such good meat filling must not be wasted...
After the meat filling is rolled into a large ball, it is thrown into boiling water and cooked for a while until it is set.
After cooking, heat a pot of oil, put the meatballs in and fry them at high temperature until the skin is golden brown and crispy.
He took out the meatball, poked it, and nodded after hearing the crisp sound.
Perfect……
Simply get some hot water, add the meatballs and seasonings, cover with a lid and simmer over low heat to allow the flavor of the seasonings to blend into the meatballs.
Ye Ming searched the kitchen for a long time but couldn't find the sweet potato starch for thickening.
"Hey? Where's Fanzi?"
Zhini walked in and took out a bag of sweet potato starch from a cabinet.
"here."
"Ah, thank you grandma..."
Ye Ming took the sweet potato starch, opened the lid of the pot, added some sweet potato starch, turned up the heat, and started stir-frying continuously.
Soon the water in the pot evaporated.
Ye Ming scooped the meatballs into a large bowl, and poured the remaining sticky soup in the pot onto the meatballs with a spoon, and sprinkled some chopped green onions on them.
Perfect braised lion's head...
"You have good skills, young man..."
Zhini looked at the delicious braised lion head and praised it.
"It's much better than my eldest grandson's cooking."
"Thank you for the compliment, Grandma..."
Ye Ming said very modestly.
"As long as we are together as a family, we will enjoy delicious food every day..."
Ye Ming didn't say anything, just kept nodding there.
I complained silently in my heart.
"It's not just a daily feast, it's basically delicious food and drinks every day, plus all kinds of service that will cater to your every need..."
Ye Ming put the braised lion head on the small table in the yard and then simply cooked a bowl of white rice porridge.
…
“Ahem…”
Yi Zeyu walked out of the house coughing, with two red slap marks on his face.
He Kanyuan frowned and rubbed his palms in the back.
How could this guy be so shameless? My hand hurts from hitting him...
"Brother, the shape of your face is quite unique..."
Ye Ming raised his eyebrows and said jokingly.
"You kid, you..."
As soon as Yi Zeyu said this, he was immediately stared at by Zhini and Yi Zhiyue.
Is it your turn to talk about my grandson-in-law/husband?
"You are really good at cooking..."
When Yi Zeyu saw that his younger sister and grandmother had seen through him with such eyes, he immediately felt something was wrong and quickly changed the subject to praise Ye Ming.
Ye Ming nodded, and finally filled a bowl of rice porridge and added two lion heads into it.
"Then send it to that patient and give her some nutritional supplements. You don't have any social anxiety, do you?"
Ye Ming blinked his right eye as he spoke, then looked at the two lion heads in the bowl.
Although Yi Zeyu didn't quite understand what this meant, he still quickly took the bowl and ran to Ye Yuyan's house.
"This kid's brain is really not open..."
He Kanyuan sat down at the table, served himself some porridge, and then finished half a lion's head.
"There's nothing I can do. Big brother is just like that. Ultimately, it's all because of Dad. He's been instilling all sorts of knowledge about being a domineering CEO since he was little. Anyway, it's hard for him to handle things related to feelings for girls..."
Ye Ming said as he put two lion heads into Yi Zhiyue's bowl.
Yi Zhiyue was also not vague. She just drank the white rice porridge with big mouthfuls of lion head soup.
Ye Ming's mouth twitched as he looked at Yi Zhiyue, who had no intention of sharing the lion's head with him.
Well, it seems that not only the eldest brother has low emotional intelligence, but even his wife has low emotional intelligence.
Maybe it was because there was nothing in Ye Ming's bowl.
Yi Zhiyue silently picked up a small piece of lion's head and put it into Ye Ming's bowl.
"Stinky leaves, you eat..."
Ye Ming looked at the small piece of lion head and then looked at the lion head on Yi Zhiyue's chopsticks.
He took back what he had just said about his wife having no emotional intelligence.
In the final analysis, it was because of me that my wife got angry. If she wasn't angry at other times, we would have been fighting like a lion's head...
Ye Ming had no choice but to drink the rice porridge silently.
Half an hour later, Ye Ming had already started to clean up the dishes when Yi Zeyu came back.
"I thought it would be a while before you came back."
"Yeah, I'm a little tired from running so far. Do you still have the white rice porridge and braised lion's head?"
Ye Ming brought a bowl of white rice porridge.
"Well, now we only have rice porridge."
Yi Zeyu was dumbfounded.
"No... I remember there were a lot of braised lion's head dumplings, how come they're gone? Even if the meatballs are gone, there should at least be some soup, right?"
Ye Ming yawned.
"Do you know why there were two braised lion's heads in that bowl of white rice porridge you were asked to deliver?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Ye should have just finished cooking when you went over there? You didn't shamelessly eat there to improve the relationship between the two of you, but you actually came back directly. If I'm not mistaken, Miss Ye's house should be empty, right?"
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