Sleepless Doctor

Wu Mian knew that he was too dogmatic and immediately corrected it.

　　 You can't wash the eggplant like you wash your hands, but switch to a bath. Seeing Wu Mian's clumsy appearance, Zhang Lan couldn't help sighing.

　　 My own son has been smart since he was a child, but he was stupid and gave out flowers as soon as he entered the kitchen. Does this follow his dad? Or that he did it on purpose.

　　 The key is to be stupid. If you don’t know yourself, you have to learn how to cook in the kitchen. Another eggplant was wasted, and Zhang Lan felt painful when he thought of the eggplant being ravaged by Wu Mian. Now the price of vegetables has risen, and an eggplant, even the smallest one, costs more than one yuan.

　　 Waste!

　　 Make evil! !

　　 "Mom, it's done." It took Wu Mian 5'12" to wash the eggplant, and put it on a plate seriously.

　　 Such a long time is enough for Wu Mian to perform a minor operation. Ordinary appendicitis, it is estimated that it will take that long from the skin opening to the removal of the appendix.

　　 "Then what?"

　　 "Prepare a piece of pork with a little chopped green onion." Zhang Lan said.

　　 "How much is one piece? How much is a few?" Wu Mian looked dumbfounded.

　　 The words my mother said are like how far away forever is. In Wu Mian's mind, there is no clear concept.

　　 "Uh..." Zhang Lan hesitated, took the bought pork from the refrigerator, and cut a small piece with a knife. After thinking about it, he divided this piece of pork into two halves, and put the larger piece back in the refrigerator.

　　 Wu Mian weighed it, it should be left and right. Is this bit of meat really enough?

　　 "Cut some green onion."

　　 "..." Wu Mian is particularly not accustomed to a few or this kind of measurement units. He watched his old lady cutting the meat, and felt distressed constantly. The point she cut was completely different from what she needed.

　　 Wu Mian cut a small half of the green onion. He was proficient in knife skills, and Zhang Lan nodded frequently.

　　 "Xiao Mian, you will help me cut it up in the future. Nothing else, I think you are still very proficient with a knife. This is a good technique. Are you all good at cutting vegetables as a doctor?"

　　 "Mom, I'm the world's top surgeon. And I can't eat the food if I just cut it out." Wu Mian smiled, "I will come back every day to eat after saving it."

　　 "Go home to eat, not too much of your two mouths."

　　 "Mom, young people must have private space." Wu Mian smoothly cut the green onion, and directly slapped the knife in front of Zhang Lan.

　　 "You kid, I washed the knife after cutting things, what are you doing with me?" Zhang Lan complained.

　　 "..." Wu Mian concluded.

　　 This is the habit of performing surgery, and these items on the operating table are taken care of by the instrument nurse. Suddenly, he was given another training by his mother.

　　 I had no choice but to wipe the knife clean, rinse, wipe again, and put it back in place.

　　 This was just the beginning, and then Wu Mian suffered heavy losses in succession.

　　 "A little salt."

　　 "A little soy sauce."

　　 "A little MSG."

　　 "A little minced garlic."

　　 "……"

　　 A bunch of little pieces, Wu Mian sighed deeply. He also knows this feeling. Most people perform a skilled operation and ask them to say how much tissue was cut and how to determine it. Basically no one can tell.

　　 is a kind of feeling, it is a familiar hand feeling.

　　 But this is not what I want.

　　 I only need to watch my mother cook once, and then measure each ingredient with a balance. The mother seemed to have no concept at all, doing everything she wanted.

　　 Gradually, Wu Mian became two big heads.

　　 was originally full of self-confidence, but was defeated in one sentence after another.

　　 Forget it, I didn’t dare to slap my mouth with the old lady. If I had time, I would go to the old shop and ask the two proprietresses for advice. Wu Mian had an idea in his heart, and took the time to hurriedly fry a plate of shredded eggplant according to a few and a few instructions.

　　 This time it was worse than the last time on skewers. It can even be said to be tragic.

　　Is it good to master the heat? Wu Mian doesn't know. Looking at the fried eggplant shreds, not to mention the taste, the color alone is terrible. Wu Mian estimated that he poured too much soy sauce by himself, and the color was a little heavier.

　　 Some, it is Wu Mian's own understanding, this is a standard dish of "dark dishes." Not to mention eating, even if you look at it, it feels off your appetite.

That's it?

That's it!

　　 Wu Mian felt a little frustrated looking at what he had made. Recalling what he had done for Lao Lintou on Laoya Mountain back then, now I know that Lao Lintou is lazier than he thought.

　　 The things he made back then seemed to be half-baked without salt, and his food was delicious. If laziness is a state, Lao Lintou has reached the point where he has reached the pinnacle.

　　 "Xiao Mian, don't worry, is it the first time after all." Zhang Lan comforted when Wu Mian's expression was unsightly.

　　 "Oh." Wu Mian sighed.

　　 I used to think that I was omnipotent, but after a clear upgrade, the medical technology has gone further, but the cooking has failed completely.

　　 Looking at the plate of dark dishes, Wu Mian's stubbornness was inspired.

　　 This time I was too careless, thinking I could cook, but I was actually cheated by Lao Lintou's laziness. If you want to find the cooking video, watch it a few times, and then go through practice, it will definitely work!

　　 will definitely work!

　　 Since I was young, I have nothing that I can't do! Whether it is learning or sports, whether it is diagnosis or surgery, whether it is clinical or basic research, all are invincible!

　　 Cooking?

　　 small meaning.

　　 Zhang Lan saw the corner of Wu Mian’s mouth rise, and smiled at the plate of black fried shredded eggplant~www.wuxiaspot.com~ knowing that this product must be ready to do it next time.

　　 But this is too bad. Zhang Lan recalled that eggplant, meat, oil, green onion, and soy sauce, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

　　 Alas, this prodigal child.

　　 "I'm back." Wu Zhongtai's voice came from the door.

　　 "Go wash your hands and get ready to eat." Zhang Lan didn't go to see Wu Mian's fried eggplant shreds, and started busy preparing for dinner.

　　 Wu Mian can't help it, dark cuisine is definitely not on the table. If this is to be seen by the old man, he can go from hard work, simplicity, diligence and frugality to the horizon. It seems that Bajingzi's economy is because of this dish of eggplant silk, so it has been unable to improve.

　　 found a plastic bag and poured the shredded eggplant into it. Wu Mian washed the dishes again and put them back in their original positions.

　　 Cooking is really a technical job, not as simple as I thought.

　　 The dishes were brought to the table, Wu Zhongtai came back, washed his hands and sat down to eat.

　　 "Dad, discuss something with you." Wu Mian tried to forget the shadow of cooking failure, and said to Wu Zhongtai.

"what's up?"

　　 Wu Mian briefly talked about the sick orphan. Wu Zhongtai thought it was a serious matter, but it had to be done...Even if he was staring at the back, there were a lot of procedures involved, not a day or two.

　　 But Wu Mian didn't care. The child lived in Laoyashan first, it didn't matter. I have already applied for and reported to the organization, and I am not afraid that others will talk about Laoyashan.