Sleepless Doctor

"Why don't it open tonight, you just concentrate on cooking." Zhang Ping asked with a smile.

　　 "No need, do it once, and it will be accomplished. If it fails, I will think about it myself." Wu Mian said firmly, "and it will definitely be the best. It must be the best scrambled eggs with persimmons."

　　 Looking at Wu Mian's expression, Zhang Ping just laughed, but didn't speak.

　　 His mouth is slightly pursed, and a beautiful arc is raised at the corner of his mouth, with a sense of self-confidence and indescribable pride in his determination.

　　 But Zhang Ping didn't believe it in her heart.

　　 "Snowflakes!" Zhang Ping shouted.

　　 "I'm busy, what's the matter!" Nie Xuehua's voice came from inside.

　　 "Persimmons, save a few."

　　 Talking, Zhang Ping led Wu Mian into the back kitchen.

"Yeah, why did Xiaomian come? Want to eat persimmons from the earth? It happened today. The chef who delivered the food had them in the car, so I left a few." Nie Xuehua smiled and picked up a red and green persimmon. , Wash it easily, and give it to Wu Mian.

　　 "Sister Xuehua, I am not eating persimmons, I will make persimmon scrambled eggs." Wu Mian felt nervous after seeing the persimmons.

　　 This is a feeling that has never happened before, a challenge. It seems that Wu Mian is facing a high degree of difficulty... No, Wu Mian can't be resisted by any operation. At this moment, it seemed that he was facing an unfamiliar unified force field theory, and he already had a preliminary solution.

　　 As long as it is done well, it will appear on the Nobel Prize podium in the next second and enjoy the attention of the whole world.

　　 Nie Xuehua looked at Wu Mian's serious expression and couldn't laugh or cry. Just make scrambled eggs with persimmons, as for.

　　 Wu Mian took the persimmon in Nie Xuehua's hand, and gently stroked with his fingers, as if touching Chu Zhixi's delicate skin, feeling the ingredients of the persimmon.

　　 How can the persimmon juice be preserved as much as possible?

　　 Countless data and pictures appeared in Wu Mian's mind, but it was different from seeing a doctor, but in the end there was no plan to success.

　　 The more various data, the more confused Wu Mian was, and he didn't know how to make a delicious scrambled egg with persimmons.

　　 If the juice is left too much, will it dilute the fragrance of the eggs? If the juice is less, will the taste of persimmon be missing?

　　 And this is just a persimmon, what about eggs? Is it a foreign egg from a chicken farm or a stupid egg laid by a rural little stupid chicken? Although the ingredients should not be different, the taste is indeed different.

　　 Wu Mian felt that he underestimated the enemy.

　　 The taste of eggs means the difference in ingredients. For every different kind of egg, every different taste, the strength when beating the eggs should be different.

　　There are also different methods when mixing.

　　 In an instant, Wu Mian thought of three hundred and sixty-six different strengths, how to beat eggs evenly without losing their original taste.

　　 This is just an egg...

　　How to choose between different persimmons and different eggs, what is the ratio, use sugar or salt, rapid fire or slow fire, use...

　　Countless unanswered messages flooded Wu Mian's mind.

　　 His mind buzzed, Taihu No. 5 almost went down.

　　 Seeing Wu Mian's face was wrong, Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua looked at each other worriedly, and Zhang Ping asked, "Xiao Mian, what do you think?"

　　 "No." Wu Mian took a deep breath. He felt that he was just an intern who had just arrived at the hospital and didn't understand anything.

　　 The naive creatures like interns have cursed a lot by themselves. From Concord to Massachusetts, all the favorites of heaven are dingy and honest in front of Wu Mian.

　　 Now that I am an intern, I feel extremely bad.

　　 Everything is unknown and at a loss, and I don’t know what to do next. At this moment, Wu Mian had a perplexed mood, as if the omnipotent immortal was knocked out of the mortal dust, falling into the red dust, unable to extricate himself from it.

　　 "Or..." Zhang Ping saw that Wu Mian's face was getting whiter and brighter, the blood vessels under the skin were faintly visible, and the whole person was white and transparent.

　　 She asked worriedly, "I'll do it once, you see?"

　　 "Huh?" Wu Mian was rarely seen dumbfounded, and didn't hear what Zhang Ping said.

　　 "Xiao Mian, how do you think about cooking?" Nie Xuehua asked Wu Mian strangely.

　　 "Isn't this a plan to get married after the new year?" Wu Mian pretended to be calm, and said, "After getting married, you always have to make a fire at home and cook. You can't always order takeout."

　　 "I think Xiaoxi is more suitable for cooking than you." Nie Xuehua said with certainty.

　　 "No." Wu Mian said firmly, "I will cook for her!"

　　 Listening to his firm tone and drifting eyes, Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua both laughed. Is it possible that Xiaomian is persuaded? No, since he was a child, he hasn't seen anything to persuade him.

　　 "Xiao Mian, I will make it for you once." Nie Xuehua didn't grind, put on an apron, washed two persimmons, and put them on the cutting board.

"Cut persimmons...I don't know how to do it. I will just do it my own way. Just look at it." After Nie Xuehua finished speaking, he picked up the kitchen knife with his right hand and pulled a knife with his left hand fixed. Cut the persimmon into 16 pieces.

　　 The information entered Wu Mian's brain. As soon as the knife fell, Wu Mian knew that Nie Xuehua was not in the right posture when he was cutting persimmons.

　　 "Sister Xuehua, your wrist wasn't soft enough when you dropped the knife, you have to..." Wu Mianhao said habitually as a teacher.

　　 After half a sentence, seeing Nie Xuehua holding a knife and looking at himself with weird eyes, he immediately sneered, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "I was wrong! You continue, continue."

　　 "That's right, a rookie who doesn't know how to cook still has so many things." The kitchen knife in Nie Xuehua's hand was splashing, murderous.

　　 "Next is eggs, would you like to eat more eggs or more persimmons?" Nie Xuehua asked.

　　 "..." Wu Mian was startled, "Sister, shouldn't there be an optimal ratio?"

"What is the best ratio." Nie Xuehua disdainfully rebuked, "It's hard to adjust, don't you know this sentence? Do you think persimmons are more refreshing and delicious, and I would still like to eat tender eggs. The best ratio, Xiao Mian, you are Isn't it because you study too much, the whole person is stupid?"

　　 Zhang Ping secretly touched Nie Xuehua with her hand, Wu Mian could see clearly.

　　 "Ahem..." Nie Xuehua also felt that his words were a bit heavy, "Then, cut some scallions."

　　 "What's the point?" Wu Mian faced the problem that he couldn't face again, point, a little, a few...These terms now look like that-hateful!

　　 "You are free. Some people like chopped green onions a little bit more, and some don't eat chopped green onions. It doesn't matter at most." Nie Xuehua took a green onion, peeled it, and cut it into chopped green onions.

　　 Wu Mian wants to cry without tears.

　　 How do you do this, all kinds of things are vague, and I don't know how to do it at all.

　　 [I used to cross the mountains and the sea, also...]

　　 The help phone rang.

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