After getting up early in the morning, Liu Siyang and the others went to the morning market to buy ribs and winter melon, and then came back to make soup.
“Put the winter melon first, or the pork ribs?”
"Do you need to add oil first?"
"It seems like the ribs need to be blanched in boiling water first, right?"
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Looking at the pork ribs and winter melon I bought, I didn’t know what to do with them. Usually everyone just makes simple stir-fries, makes soup noodles, etc. It seems that they have never done such technical work as making soup.
"Don't worry, I'll call Zhang Yi. In my junior year, when I was hospitalized with a leg injury, he made soup for me every day!" Weng Qing looked happy.
"Happiness! Thinking about those days when Zhang Yi came to deliver soup every day, I want to find someone like that to marry." Minyuan looked intoxicated.
"That's it, stop torturing Zhang Yi. You see, you have to torture a young man into an old man before you stop." Liu Siyang teased.
"Young young man? Haha, Siyang, you invented this word again?"
"Stop making trouble, it's clear. Hurry up and serve the paper and ink." Weng Qing whispered: "Zhang Yi, we are going to make winter melon and pork ribs soup for Xiao Ran's mother. Please tell me how to make it."
"Chop the ribs into small pieces and wash them clean. Oh, peel the winter melon and cut it into appropriate pieces. Isn't this nonsense? How can you eat the ribs without washing them? Of course you have to peel and cut the winter melon into pieces. Is it possible that you have to throw it in whole?
The point!" Weng Qing complained while listening.
Siyang and Minyuan stuck out their tongues while remembering: "Tsk, tsk, this is incredible. If Zhang Yi really marries her, Weng Qing will not be scolded to death."
"Pour cold water into the casserole and put the washed ribs in. Stop, we don't have a casserole!" Weng Qing was stunned.
"Forget it, I'll go over and help you." Zhang Yi hung up the phone in a good temper. They say that one thing will bring another thing down. It seems that this is indeed true.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Yi brought the casserole. Seeing him skillfully chopping ribs and chopping winter melon, busy at work, both Liu Siyang and Li Minyuan were a little moved: "I will look for a husband like this in the future.
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"Go, Zhang Yi is mine, no one is allowed to steal it." Weng Qing came over. It seemed that Zhang Yi's efforts had finally paid off, and he no longer had to endure the pain of observation for half a year.
"Yes, I belong to Weng Qing and will always be Weng Qing's." Zhang Yi has such a good temper.
"Okay, let's go back and catch up on some sleep instead of being a lightbulb here."
Get dressed and lie down.
"Siyang, what are you looking for?" Li Minyuan stared at the ceiling.
"I don't know, I haven't thought about it. I think love is still far away from me." Liu Siyang said leisurely.
"The husband I'm looking for must also be able to cook."
"Are you feeling springy?"
"Don't tell me that you don't want a boyfriend. Remember that cocktail party. Seeing how uneasy you were when you came back, huh, you must have met the one you like, right?" Li Minyuan's mouth was not forgiving.
"That time?" The scene of Ji Zhehan rubbing his ankles and carrying him upstairs appeared in Liu Siyang's mind, and his face turned a little red.
"You must have been right. Look, you are blushing. You are so thick-skinned and rarely blush." Li Minyuan sat up, stared at Liu Siyang's face and smiled.
"You have such a thick skin. You have to find someone who is a first-class Taekwondo player, or else I will be beaten to death by you."
"Haha, let me test you first to see if you will be beaten to death."
"Haha, spare me, spare me..."
After making the soup, Zhang Yi drove them to the entrance of the hospital before leaving. He wanted to go see Xiao Ran's mother together, but there were too many things at the company and he was not allowed to rest on Sundays.