At eleven o'clock, the two of them went out together again, although they had done similar things countless times, but no matter which time, Cheng Yelan's heart was very happy, and every time he would have a feeling that he was a very special existence around him, of course, this kind of narcissistic thought that she could no longer narcissistically she absolutely did not tell anyone else.

This time, the two of them bought a little more, plus a fish that had already been processed, and the boy took them home and began to make lunch.

"Actually, I don't think we need much to cook at noon," he said with a smile to the girl who was standing behind him looking at him, "because we must drink that fish soup after it is stewed, and if we eat too much at noon, we won't be able to drink it, right?" ”

"yes." Cheng Yelan also realized this.

"That's it, make one less dish at noon, and then you don't need to cook too much at night, and you can save the rest for tomorrow."

"Okay then." Although Cheng Yelan had some regrets, he still did not raise any objections.

So the lunch dishes really seemed to be a little less than usual, and the two of them didn't eat too much, and after they woke up for a nap, it was time for the fish soup that made Cheng Yelan look forward to it.

In fact, she still has some understanding of this matter, and knows that the fish soup should be fried before cooking, so that the stewed fish soup will be thick and white, and the protein content of the fish soup is very rich, of course, these nutrients are mainly concentrated in the soup, but the fish itself.

Song Qiguang cut the fish into two pieces, half for his own demonstration, and half for the experiment for the senior sister, he motioned to the cut fish and said to her, "Look." One of the first steps in the fish soup is to make two cuts on the fish with a knife, and then cut some shredded green onions and ginger to taste. ”

As he spoke, he started to do it, and when the two preparations were ready, he took out the frying pan, "Then you can start frying the fish." ”

He heated the frying pan and poured oil on it, and when the oil was hot, he put the fish in.

"The target of frying the fish is golden brown," Song Qiguang said, "so you must be careful not to be too anxious when frying, but not too late, otherwise the fish will be fried." Then he handed her the spatula, "Now you can try to turn it over." ”

"Good ......"

Cheng Yelan stepped forward to take the spatula a little nervously, and at this time, a big oil flower that came out of the pot scared her and almost threw it away, and hurriedly stretched the shovel under the fish to make it turn over quickly, but she almost pushed it out with a force, and then was almost splashed by a drop of oil on her hand, almost throwing the spatula!

Song Qiguang reluctantly went over and turned the fish over, "If you don't know how to turn this fish, I'll teach you later, it's almost enough to practice a few more times, as for this oil problem, if you are afraid, you can also wear gloves, and I will find you a pair later." ”

Cheng Yelan looked at his back and blinked, junior brother, you are so considerate!

"This step of frying the fish is nothing worth noting other than turning the surface," Song Qiguang said as he looked at the fish, "and the next thing is to wait until it turns golden brown and then it comes out." ”

So he kept an eye on the pot, turning the fish over from time to time until it was golden brown on both sides, and then took out another pot.