"Either it's not open tonight, and you can concentrate on cooking. Zhang Ping asked with a smile.

"No, do it once, it's done, and I can't figure it out on my own. Wu Mian said firmly, "And it will definitely be done, it must be the most delicious persimmon scrambled eggs." ”

Looking at Wu Mian's expression, Zhang Ping just smiled, but did not speak.

His mouth pursed slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, with a bit of confidence in his perseverance, and an indescribable pride.

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

"Snowflake!" Zhang Ping shouted.

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

"Persimmons, leave a few. ”

With that, Zhang Ping led Wu Mian into the back kitchen.

"Yo, why is Xiao Mian here? Want to eat persimmons from the earth? It's just right today, and the chef who delivered the vegetables has a car on it, so I left a few. Nie Xuehua smiled and picked up a persimmon with a little red and a little green, washed it with her hands, and gave it to Wu Mian.

"Sister Xuehua, I'm not eating persimmons, I'm going to make scrambled eggs with persimmons. After Wu Mian saw the persimmon, he felt nervous for no reason.

It's a feeling that has never been seen before, a challenge. It seems that Wu Mian is facing a high degree of difficulty...... No, no surgery can be difficult for Wu Mian. At this moment, it seems that he is facing an unfamiliar unified force field theory, and he already has a preliminary way to solve it.

As long as you do it well, you will appear on the podium of the Nobel Prize 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 a scrambled egg with persimmon, as far as you want.

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

Hardness, where to cut the knife, how to keep the persimmon juice as much as possible.

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

The more data there are, the more confused Wu Mian becomes, and he doesn't know how to make delicious scrambled eggs with persimmons.

If there is too much juice, will it dilute the aroma of the eggs? If the juice is too small, will it lack the taste of persimmons?

And this is just persimmons, what about eggs? Are they foreign eggs from chicken farms or stupid eggs from small stupid chickens in the countryside? Although the ingredients should be the same, the taste is indeed different.

Wu Mian felt that he had underestimated his enemy.

The taste of eggs means that the ingredients are different. Each different kind of egg, each with a different taste, should have a different strength when beating the egg.

When stirring, there are also different techniques.

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

And that's just the eggs......

Between different persimmons and different eggs, how to choose, what is the proportion, whether to use sugar or salt, to use rapid fire or slow fire, to use ......

Countless unanswered messages poured into Wu Mian's mind.

His brain buzzed, and Taihu No. 5 almost went down directly.

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

"Nope. 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 naïve creature of the intern scolded himself a lot, from Concord to Massachusetts, all kinds of heavenly pride were gray and honest in front of Wu Mian.

Now that I have become an intern, I feel extremely bad.

Everything is unknown and at a loss, and it is completely unknown what to do next. At this moment, Wu Mian had a confused mood, as if the omnipotent immortal had been knocked out of the mortal dust and fell into the rolling red dust, unable to extricate himself.

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

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

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

"Xiao Mian, how do you think about cooking?" Nie Xuehua asked with a strange look at Wu Mian.

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

"I think Nozomi is better suited to cook than you. Nie Xuehua said with certainty.

"Nope. Wu Mian said firmly, "I want to cook for her!"

Listening to his firm tone and wandering gaze, Zhang Ping and Nie Xuehua both smiled. Could it be that Xiao Mian is cowardly? No, since he was a child, I haven't seen him cowardly anything.

"Xiao Mian, my sister will make it for you. Nie Xuehua didn't bother, put on an apron, washed two persimmons, and put them on the board.

"Cut persimmons...... I won't talk about it, I'll just do it my own way, you just look at it. After Nie Xuehua finished speaking, she picked up the kitchen knife with her right hand, pulled a knife flower, fixed her left hand, raised the knife and fell, and cut the persimmon into sixteen petals.

The information entered Wu Mian's brain, and the moment the knife fell, Wu Mian knew that Nie Xuehua was in the wrong posture when he cut persimmons.

"Sister Xuehua, your wrist is not soft enough when you drop the knife, you have to ......" Wu Mian is a good teacher, and said habitually.

After saying half a sentence, seeing Nie Xuehua carrying a knife and looking at him with strange eyes, he immediately sneered, "I was wrong! ”

"That's it, rookies who can't cook still have so many things. The kitchen knife in Nie Xuehua's hand splashed with murderous aura.

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

"......" Wu Mian was stunned for a moment, "Sister, shouldn't there be an optimal ratio?"

"What the best proportions. Nie Xuehua rebuked disdainfully, "It's hard to reconcile, don't you know this sentence? You think there are more persimmons, refreshing and delicious, and I am willing to eat tender eggs." The best ratio, Xiao Mian, are you reading too much, and the whole person is stupid?"

Zhang Ping secretly touched Nie Xuehua with her hand, and Wu Mian saw it clearly.

"Ahem...... Nie Xuehua also felt that her words were a little heavy, "Then, cut some chopped green onions." ”

"How much is a point?" Wu Mian faced another question that he couldn't face, a little, a little, a little...... These terms now seem so - hateful!

"You are casual, some people like green onions a little more, some people don't eat green onions, and the most is indifferent. Nie Xuehua took a green onion, peeled it and cut it into chopped green onions.

Wu Mian wanted to cry without tears.

How the hell do you get it, all kinds of things are vague, and I can't do it at all.

[I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have ......]

A phone call for help rang.