"Um... Yin Mochen, how should we cook these dishes? Should we wash them first or cut them first?"

He felt that it was possible for him and a little girl with no teeth to fix a dinner together.

"The bag of vegetables I just saw included steak, broccoli, tomatoes, onions, truffles, and pasta. Why don't we make French cuisine for lunch today."

"French cuisine? It sounds too advanced. I think my limit is to cook a few bowls of noodles." Qiao Shaoan took a look at the small dish basin that was already in place to wash the bad tomatoes, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Touching her soft little mushroom head, "Hai Hao, let's eat noodles today, do you think that's okay?"

"I want to eat French food." Badai tilted his head and glanced at him, then refused decisively, "Pork, I don't like noodles, I want to eat meat!"

"Okay, French food is French food!" Qiao Shaoan rolled up his shirt sleeves and looked like he was ready for a big fight.

But when he saw the large piece of beef, he immediately got scared: "Um...Yin Mochen, how do you turn beef into a steak when it's such a large piece of beef?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Mochen's forehead suddenly drew three black lines on the hospital bed. It seemed that he had too much hope and fantasy for Qiao Shaoan, an idiot in life.

But now there seems to be no better way, except to catch the duck and put it on the shelves.

"First wash the beef, and then cut it along the lines of the beef. Remember that beef has a lot of connective tissue and muscle fibers. You have to cut it according to the lines of the fibers, so that the beef will taste more tender." Yin Mochen

The principle was briefly explained, and then the remote guidance continued, "After cutting the beef, wash all the other side dishes and have them ready for later use."

"I know how to do it!" Qiao Shaoan confidently took the beef from the bag and began to cut it. He cut it very hard, almost using all his strength to cut out a few pieces that were completely shapeless and sizeless.

Regular cuts of meat.

"Pork, your meat is so ugly!" Looking at the horrible beef on the chopping board, Badai suddenly pouted in disgust.

"What does it matter if it's ugly? It's the same in the stomach anyway." Qiao Shaoan waved his hand and continued to chop the meat!

"Poor Rourou!" Seeing this, Badass couldn't bear to look at him and sighed in silence for the innocent beef.

"Why is this meat so difficult to cut?" Qiao Shaoan chopped for a long time before cutting out a few pieces of meat, and his wrist was so sore that he could hardly lift the kitchen knife.

"How can you possibly cut the meat against the grain of the beef?" At this time, a man's deep voice came from behind him.

Hearing the familiar voice, Bad and Bad raised his face in surprise: "Ba Ba, why did you get out of bed? Is your injury healed?"

Qiao Shaoan looked at the man in a hospital gown standing at the door of the kitchen and immediately switched from a cook to a doctor: "Damn it! Yin Mochen, you dare to get out of bed and run around without my approval? Don't interfere today, I don't believe it.

I still can't finish a meal?!" Qiao Shaoan took off his shirt and put on a racer vest, planning to get on with the beef!

He really didn't believe that he, a super expert doctor, could not cook a few side dishes?
Chapter completed!