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   Following the teacher\'s instructions, Xie Wanying washed and dried the kitchen knife, ready to cut the meat.

   When the little ones were working, Zhang Huayao grabbed the big iron pot with his right hand, put it in the sink without any effort, turned on the tap and swiped it.

  Wash, rinse and dry the bottom of the pot.

  Slam it again and put it back on the gas stove.

   Open the gas and heat the pan.

   Big guy, this is a full battle.

   "Are you ready?" Zhang Huayao urged the meat cutter.

   Xie Wanying did not dare to slow motion, her eyes were aimed, and the kitchen knife went down to remove the skin. With another oblique knife, Qi Qi removed the part of the big white meat on the left. Looking closely, the interface between the white meat and the lean meat is clearly red and white, indicating that the knife method is very accurate. Not only must the eyes be accurate, but the knife that goes down must be sharp.

  Song Xuelin, who was standing beside him, looked down at Dr. Xie\'s knife skills, and after reading it, he was amazed: soft knives are powerful.

   "Okay, Teacher Zhang." Xie Wanying asked the teacher to check the tasks she completed.

   Zhang Huayao didn\'t look at the adopted son she cut, and was only responsible for picking up the white meat for inspection. After browsing, it seems that there is no problem. Put the whole white meat in a hot pan and steam oil.

   The boss didn’t say anything, generally speaking, he was satisfied.

   "How are you?" Teacher Lu walked to the kitchen door and poked his head, asking them about the progress of cooking.

  The rice cooker is bubbling, and the rice is cooking smoothly.

  The large iron pot on the gas stove is covered with a large pot lid, and there is a slight aroma in the gap of the lid, such as white radish, lard, and Chinese cabbage. Shrimp and other seasonings are placed on the kitchen table, ready to be put down to cook.

  It takes time to boil the stew.

   Teacher Zhang was too busy to answer, so Xie Wanying turned her head to inform Teacher Lu: "Maybe you have to wait a little longer. The meal will be ready in about forty-five minutes. Teacher, are you hungry?"

   "Not hungry, not hungry." Teacher Lu replied, walked back and said to Li Xiaobing, "Wait for another forty-five minutes before dinner starts. As Yingying said, there should be no problem."

   Little Junior Sister is surprisingly accurate at counting numbers. Li Xiaobing opened his mouth and laughed. When he was free with Teacher Lu, he would watch TV and wait for dinner. A little embarrassed, he said, "Let Doctor Zhang cook for me—"

  The big man, cooking for his mother is right and proper, but not for Li Xiaobing.

   "What are you afraid of. His mouth is just poisonous." Teacher Lu knew his son very well. Except for the slap in the mouth, the son is fine in other aspects.

   It was almost seven o\'clock, and Cao Yong and the others didn\'t call, so they probably couldn\'t come to dinner. Li Xiaobing called her husband to ask about the situation.

Zhu Huicang was walking on the road and told his wife: "In the evening, several car accidents were sent to the emergency department of our hospital, and they were all in serious condition. Extra-neural, general, and extra-hearted, they all had to go to the operating room. You said Cao Yong? He can\'t get out of the operating room."

   Hearing that, Li Xiaobing was worried that her husband was hungry and persuaded: "You can go to the operating room after you have eaten."

   "I don\'t have time to eat. I took a bottle of milk and drank it from Fu Xinheng\'s place."

  Li Xiaobing took the time to report the situation at home to her husband: "Dr. Zhang Huayao is helping me cook in our house tonight."

   Zhu Huicang heard her words when he hung up the phone. After the phone fell from his hand, Gulu rolled on the ground twice, and was as frightened as his wife was.

   (end of this chapter)