When the boss called them, Xie Wanying and Song Xuelin stood up together.
Walking all the way to the kitchen, Xie Wanying put the phone to her ear and waited for a response from Senior Brother Cao and the others.
Zhang Huayao took off his jacket, rolled up his wool sleeves, and asked like a chef, "What do you want to cook?"
Maybe Senior Brother Cao and the others were busy and didn't answer the phone. Xie Wanying put her phone down and put it in her trouser pocket, and introduced the ingredients for today's dinner to the teacher: "There are white radish, Chinese cabbage, kale, pork, chicken and beef. We had chicken for lunch, and the remaining pork belly and beef are in the refrigerator."
"Want to stir-fry beef tonight?" Zhang Huayao said, opening several plastic bags to check the freshness of vegetables and fruits, picking out all the ones that were not good enough, and said, "Who bought the vegetables? I think these potatoes will sprout in a few days, so they won't last long."
Xie Wanying raised her hand silently. It was her. She really didn’t know how to buy groceries.
Song Xuelin glanced at her and sighed in his heart: Doctor Xie is a bit pitiful.
"You bought it." Zhang Huayao pointed out her name without hesitation, "You don't seem to be very good at cooking."
At home, her mother is a very good mother. She lets her and her brother focus on their studies and never lets them do too much housework. She can cook some simple home-cooked dishes, but she can't even think of becoming a chef. Unlike a clinical master like Zhang, who is awesome at everything he does.
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The younger generation is still a long way from being the all-round seniors. The two young doctors were destined to learn a lot in the kitchen today.
"Make a Northeastern stew. And stir-fry beef and Chinese kale." After Zhang Huayao checked the ingredients with his sharp eyes, he quickly prepared tonight's dishes and instructed the two children to start working. So, he casually took out the big white radish from the plastic bag, without even looking at it, and threw the radish behind him.
The boss didn't say hello in advance. Song Xuelin flapped his hands like a frog and hurriedly grabbed the white radish in mid-air.
"Wash and peel the skin." Zhang Huayao gave him the task.
The teacher had to work quickly, so the young people hurriedly took their positions.
Picking up a peeling knife, Song Xuelin scraped off a strip of skin from the white radish, and his movements seemed to be OK. For a pampered young man like him, housework should not have been done before, and such performance should have been praised.
Unfortunately, the sharp-tongued boss I met today would definitely not be the kind and loving teacher.
Zhang Huayao checked what he had shaved and cursed, "You cut off a large portion of the skin and meat, how can we still eat it?"
Song Xuelin immediately narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the thickness of the skin before starting, and followed the boss's requirements to peel the skin as thin as possible.
It can be seen that Dr. Song is afraid of the big guys, Xie Wanying thought.
Who wouldn't be afraid of a big devil like Zhang Huayao who is very famous in the industry and has a bad temper? Only Dr. Xie is not afraid. Song Xuelin also thought to himself.
"Where's the meat?" Zhang Huayao patted the kitchen counter.
Xie Wanying quickly ran to the refrigerator and took out the pork belly that she had just bought today from the upper refrigerator compartment. She rinsed it under the running water in the sink and then put it on the chopping board for Teacher Zhang to decide.
"Cut." Zhang Huayao said, his tone was no different from that of someone directing someone to use a knife on the operating table. He tapped the table with his knuckles, "Peel the skin and cut out the whiter parts. I want to use a big pot to make some lard for cooking. I don't think there is any lard in this kitchen."
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