Cooking with lard has a meaty flavor that cannot be compared with the various vegetable oils and peanut oils sold on the market.
Following the teacher's instructions, Xie Wanying washed the kitchen knife, wiped it dry, and prepared to cut the meat.
While the younger ones were working, Zhang Huayao grabbed the large iron pot with his right hand, put it effortlessly into the sink, and turned on the faucet to wash it.
Rinse the water and wipe the bottom of the pot dry.
Snap it again and put it back on the gas stove.
Turn on the gas and heat the pan.
Boss, this is a full-scale deployment.
"Are you ready?" Zhang Huayao urged the man cutting the meat.
Xie Wanying didn't dare to slow down. She aimed her eyes and slashed the kitchen knife downwards to remove the skin. Then she slashed the knife diagonally to remove the large white meat on the left. If you look closely, the boundary between the white meat and the lean meat is clearly red and white, indicating that the knife technique is very precise. Not only must the eyes be accurate, but the knife must also be sharp.
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Song Xuelin, who was standing nearby, looked at Doctor Xie's knife skills and was amazed: a soft knife is the most powerful.
"Okay, Teacher Zhang." Xie Wanying asked the teacher to review the task objectives she had completed.
Zhang Huayao didn't watch her cut it, he just picked up the white meat and checked it. After checking it, he saw that it seemed to be fine, so he put the whole white meat into the hot pot to steam the oil.
The boss didn't say anything, which generally means he is satisfied.
"How are you guys doing?" Teacher Lu walked to the kitchen door, poked his head in and asked about their cooking progress.
The rice cooker is bubbling and the rice is cooking successfully.
The big iron pot on the gas stove was covered with a big lid, and the gaps in the lid let out a faint aroma of white radish, lard, and Chinese cabbage. Shrimp and other seasonings were placed on the kitchen counter, ready to be put in and cooked.
Stews need to be cooked, and that takes time.
Teacher Zhang was too busy to reply, so Xie Wanying turned around and informed Teacher Lu: "Maybe we have to wait a little longer. The meal will be ready in about 45 minutes. Teachers, are you hungry?"
"Not hungry, not hungry." Teacher Lu replied, and walked back to Li Xiaobing and said, "We can have dinner in another 45 minutes. What Yingying said should be fine."
The junior sister's calculations were surprisingly accurate. Li Xiaobing laughed with her mouth wide open. When she and Teacher Lu had nothing to do, they would watch TV and wait for dinner. She was a little embarrassed: "Let Doctor Zhang cook for me--"
As a big shot, it is natural for him to cook for his mother, but it is not right to cook for Li Xiaobing.
"What are you afraid of? He just has a bad mouth." Teacher Lu knows his son very well. Apart from his bad mouth, his son has no other problems.
It was almost seven o'clock, and Cao Yong and his family hadn't called. They probably couldn't come to dinner. Li Xiaobing called her husband to ask about the situation.
Zhu Huicang was walking on the road, telling his wife, "Several people who were in a car accident were sent to our hospital's emergency room this evening. Their conditions were all serious. Neurosurgeons, general surgeons, and cardiothoracic surgeons all had to go to the operating room. What about Cao Yong? He's in the operating room and can't get out."
After hearing this, Li Xiaobing was worried that her husband would be hungry, so she advised him, "Eat your meal before going to the operating room."
"I don't have time to eat. I got a bottle of milk from Fu Xinheng and drank it." After saying this, Zhu Huicang didn't elaborate on it with his wife and went to wash his hands.
Li Xiaobing quickly reported the situation at home to her husband: "Dr. Zhang Huayao will help me cook in our room tonight."
When Zhu Huicang hung up the phone, he heard her words. The phone fell from his hand and rolled twice on the ground. He was as frightened as his wife.
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