Chapter 101 The Honey-Confident Chen Liyang

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Thinking of this, Zhou Chengdong said: "I will go with you, and I can help you when the time comes."

Chen Liyang waved his hand: "No, I believe dad, I will make it delicious this time, just wait!"

Zhou Chengdong: "…………"

If you're not good at cooking, there's no need to force yourself.

Without giving the eldest son a chance to speak, Chen Liyang went to Aunt Zhao's house, but unexpectedly the second eldest son followed him.

"What, are you afraid that I'm not good at cooking?" Chen Liyang was a little unhappy. He also had self-respect. Just after rejecting the boss, the second child came again.

Zhou Chengnan shook his head: "No, I went to see Brother Zi Heng to play."

Chen Liyang's expression softened a lot: "Then let's go together!"

As soon as he entered the yard, Qiuqiu took the initiative to enter the dog cage, closed the cage door with his paws, and then pointed his butt at him. The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react.

Chen Liyang was stunned. How much did this dog dislike him, so that he would take the initiative to lock himself in a dog cage?

Originally, he had thought of making braised beef and giving it a few pieces to make amends to it, but now it seemed that he had no need to think too much.

Aunt Zhao, who was sewing a quilt cover in the room, immediately put down her needle and thread and walked out when she heard Chen Liyang's voice.

Knowing that he was here to learn how to make braised beef with me, I immediately became energetic.

Just when she patiently taught Chen Liyang how to marinate beef step by step, Chen Liyang listened very seriously.

Zhou Chengnan, who originally said he came to play with Liu Ziheng, stood behind Chen Liyang at some point and listened carefully to Aunt Zhao's words.

"Remember, if you want braised beef to be delicious, the ratio of ingredients to packages is very important." At the end of the sentence, Aunt Zhao reminded her again.

Chen Liyang nodded: "Okay, I understand. I will prepare the proportions of the material packages when I get back."

Fortunately, he bought a lot of various spices for cooking. He is the type who likes cooking and cooking.

And there’s a saying that doesn’t just mean grabbing a child’s stomach, you can grab a child’s heart.

Unfortunately, it has not been successful so far.

But he believed that Huangtian would pay off and one day the children would fall in love with the food he cooked.

When he gets old, it will be a very happy thing for his children to come visit him and eat the food he cooked.

After taking a spice bag from Aunt Zhao's house, Chen Liyang went back.

"Didn't you say you were looking for Liu Ziheng to play with? Why did you come out so quickly?" Chen Liyang looked at the person following him in confusion.

Zhou Chengnan explained calmly: "He is doing his homework, so I don't want to disturb him."

Chen Liyang was dubious: "You can't interrupt me. Have you finished your homework?"

"I still have a few essays to finish my summer homework." Zhou Chengnan said.

Knowing that the child's grades were good and he didn't have to worry about his homework, Chen Liyang continued walking home without saying anything.

As soon as he got home, he got into the kitchen.

First, wash the beef shank with water, then put it into the pot to cook, and put in the three-piece fish removal set as well.

While the beef is cooking, he has just the right ingredients.

According to the proportions mentioned by Aunt Zhao, Chen Liyang put various spices into the bag.

"Wrong. What Aunt Zhao said is that you only need a small piece of cinnamon and two pieces of star anise."

The sudden voice startled Chen Liyang: "I knew you weren't really looking for Liu Ziheng, but you don't need to remind me, I've remembered it!"

He took out an extra piece of cinnamon from the bag, then put in two star anise and 7.5 grams of Sichuan peppercorns.

As for how much 7.5 grams was, he had no idea, so he just grabbed a handful and prepared to put it in.

But he was stopped by the second child: "There are only two or three peppercorns in one gram, and the handful you grabbed has more than ten grams."

Chen Liyang is embarrassed, how come this kid even knows this? It makes him look like a loser.

The second child ignored Chen Liyang's expression, put the peppercorns in his hand into his own, and put two-thirds of it into the bag.

Then I added three bay leaves, cardamom, grass fruits, dried chili peppers, fennel, etc. and put them in according to the amount Aunt Zhao said. The whole movement was smooth and smooth.

Chen Liyang was stunned. How could this kid have such a good memory and control the quantities so accurately, as if he had a steel scale in his hand.

As expected of the future master of Chinese medicine, he is fast and accurate. Fortunately, he can still draw by himself, otherwise he would really be turned into a scum in seconds by a few children.

The last braised beef dish, with the help of the second child, took two and a half hours and was finally ready.

In fact, any braised food will taste better the longer it is braised.

So Chen Liyang only cut two plates and continued to marinate the rest in the pot.

When cutting it, Chen Liyang couldn't help but taste a piece. The taste was similar to the one given by Aunt Zhao. It was indeed taught by the master.

"Here, you can try it too!" After finishing the meal, Chen Liyang took another piece and put it in his mouth.

The reason why today's braised beef was so successful, even though he didn't want to admit it, was that his second brother's help was indispensable.

Although this child's cooking skills are not as good as the elder's, he is still very good at controlling ingredients and heat.

Zhou Chengnan didn't expect Chen Liyang to feed him. Looking at the beef handed to his mouth, he blushed and opened his mouth to eat.

"How does it taste?" Chen Liyang asked with beaming eyebrows.

Although the help of the second child is indispensable, he is the chef, so he deserves the most credit for making it delicious.

Zhou Chengnan was infected by his smile and smiled immediately: "It's so delicious!"

Chen Liyang was very satisfied with this answer, and then continued to cut the beef with his head down.

The second child is in charge of the coding plate. I don’t know if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder. The two plates of beef are neatly coded, one row next to the other, and they look like works of art.

At this time, the eldest brother held Wan Ning's hand and the fourth child came over after smelling the fragrance. Unfortunately, Xiaobei had just undergone surgery and could not eat beef while he was still recovering.

Only the boss and Wan Ning could eat it, while Xiao Bei drooled with greed.

"Xiao Bei, when you recover well, dad will do it for you.

Nowadays, you have to keep taboos on everything you eat, so you have to endure it. "Chen Liyang comforted softly.

He couldn't just let the whole family eat porridge just because Xiaobei couldn't eat this or that.

Fortunately, Xiaobei was sensible and nodded obediently.

"Xiao Xi, do you want to try some beef?" The boss's eyes suddenly lit up after eating. He stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at the people sitting on the sofa in the living room and asked.

Zhou Chengxi's stomach had already growled due to the delicious smell. When he heard the boss calling him, he got up and went to the kitchen.

"Second brother, you bring this plate of beef to Aunt Zhao, and I'll fry some vegetables, and then we'll have dinner." Chen Liyang brought a plate of beef to the second child.

During this meal, Chen Liyang's braised beef was particularly popular, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Although the vegetables he stir-fried didn't move much, they were not completely wiped out.

In the evening, Chen Liyang went back to his room after taking a shower, sat on his desk and started drawing.

After all, I haven’t painted for several years, and even with muscle memory, the paintings I draw are still barely interesting.

It wasn't until I lost a dozen pieces of sketch paper that I found the feeling.