At this time, one side of the small fish put into the pot was fried. Ye Tiandong carefully turned it over with a spatula, allowing the other side to withstand the hot oil and boiling heat.
Turning the fish over, I don't know whether it was Ye Tiandong's intention or a coincidence of God's will. The fish tail stuck to the pan and tore off some skin and flesh, leaving some pieces scattered.
Ye Fan somewhat knew what Ye Tiandong meant.
This is Ye Tiandong using fried fish to talk to him about the situation in Ye Tang.
Nowadays, Ye Tang is like a fish. If you want to fry it perfectly, it is not just about moving or not, but you must follow the trend according to the various heat conditions.
Otherwise, it will be easily burned or broken.
Ye Fan suddenly understood Ye Tiandong's situation.
Ye Tiandong turned his head to look at Ye Fan and smiled:
"I wonder how Ye Guoshi would cook a delicious fish if he were in charge?"
His eyes were curious and expectant.
"I--"
Hearing Ye Tiandong's words, Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled:
"I'm just a doctor. I can treat patients. How can I fry fish?"
Of course, he knew how to fry fish, but he knew that what Ye Tiandong wanted was delicious fish and perfect fish.
This is very difficult.
"Ye Guoshi is welcome."
Ye Tiandong smiled: "Treating diseases is actually the same as frying fish. For some diseases, heavy medicine may kill people, but without heavy medicine, the disease cannot be cured."
Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully: "Mr. Ye's words make sense."
Ye Tiandong smiled: "So I believe that when Ye Guoshi faces this situation, he must have his own treatment plan."
Feeling Ye Tiandong's sincerity and expectations, Ye Fan thought for a while and finally said:
"When frying small fish, sometimes you really can't move it to avoid breaking it, but you can't be afraid of flipping it to avoid breaking it."
"To me, a whole charred fish is far less appetizing than a broken cooked fish."
"Stir it, and maybe the fish will rot, the texture will change, the taste will be unsatisfactory, and the bones and flesh may even be broken into a pile."
"But it is still a fish after all. It can still be eaten a few times and at least have a sip of soup, right?"
While Ye Fan spoke his true feelings to Ye Tiandong, he took the shovel from his hand and skillfully turned over the fish that was about to be burnt.
He also kept opening the fish belly to let the hot oil seep in so that the fish could be heated evenly.
"If you worry too much about its integrity, or worry about the heat and it gets burnt, you won't even be able to drink half of the fish juice."
"There are a lot of things and a lot of food. If you are too careful, it will be counterproductive."
"Of course, this is just Ye Fan's personal opinion. In terms of craftsmanship and level, Mr. Ye is much richer than me."
"How the fish is fried in the end is still decided by Mr. Ye."
Ye Fan handed the shovel back to Ye Tiandong.
For him, eradicating these cancers in Ye Forbidden City is of course risky, and might lead to disintegration.
But the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. Only when Ye Tang is defeated and established can it last longer.
"well said!"
Before Ye Tiandong could speak, another laugh came from behind, and then Zhao Mingyue appeared in the kitchen:
"Tiandong, how is my son?"
"Is it like I said, you can get out of the hall, enter the kitchen, and go to the temple?"
The woman was dressed in plain clothes, smiled lovingly, stretched out her hand to hold Ye Fan's arm and spoke.
"Ma'am, you're joking."
Ye Fan hurriedly said hello and tried to break away from Zhao Mingyue's hand, but was held tighter.
He was very embarrassed: "I just said it casually, it's not constructive."
"Hahaha, Ye Guoshi, you are so humble."
Ye Tiandong burst into hearty laughter:
"With your knowledge, you are not only better than your peers, but many of the elite generation are not as good as you."
"Mingyue, now I understand why you want to recognize this son."
"This time, you really got a bargain."
Ye Tiandong looked at Zhao Mingyue again, not caring at all about the intimacy between the two:
"Ye Guoshi, a dragon among men, should be like this when giving birth to a son."
While sighing with emotion, Ye Tiandong's eyes flashed with a hint of loneliness. If his child was still alive, he would be almost this age.
I wonder if he has half of Ye Fan’s achievements?
"That's right, of course my son is a dragon."
Zhao Mingyue looked at Ye Fan and smiled happily.
Then she looked at Ye Tiandong intentionally or unintentionally and said: "Tiandong, do you want such a son?"
Ye Tiandong came back to his senses and saw his wife staring at him with intense eyes, thinking that she wanted to recognize Ye Fan as his godson.
"It is of course my honor, Ye Tiandong, to accept someone like Ye Guoshi as my godson."
"But it depends on whether Ye Guoshi is willing."
His smile was very gentle: "After all, I am only his age. Compared with his achievements, Ye Guoshi is way ahead of me."
Zhao Mingyue urged Ye Fan hurriedly and happily: "Ye Fan, call daddy quickly."
"this--"
Ye Fan couldn't help but open his mouth. What's the matter? He already has an adoptive father, a foster father, and a father?
Zhao Mingyue looked at Ye Fan pitifully: "Ye Fan, aren't you willing to recognize him? Okay, mom doesn't want him either, and we'll get divorced this afternoon."
Ye Tiandong almost fell down: "For the sake of your godson, you even gave up your husband?"
Zhao Mingyue nodded without hesitation: "Of course, as long as Ye Fan stays with me, I can do without him."
Ye Tiandong looked at Ye Fan helplessly, and when he was about to advise Ye Fan, his nose twitched.
"No, it's going to burn."
He shuddered and turned around. At the same time, he shook his right hand and picked up the golden fish.
Move quickly and smoothly.
When the fish is taken out of the pan, sprinkled with ginger and green onion, it makes a crackling sound and is crispy and tempting.
Seeing Ye Tiandong's neat scene, Ye Fan suddenly realized something, and he couldn't help but say:
"Mr. Ye, is the existence of the Young Zhuang Sect intentional by Mr. Ye?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, not only Zhao Mingyue was stunned, but Ye Tiandong's movements also froze.
He turned to look at Mark, his eyes no longer filled with appreciation, but with a hint of surprise.
There is no doubt that Ye Fan pried into something deep in his heart.
Afterwards, Ye Tiandong smiled generously: "Why do you think so?"
"Because Mr. Ye cooks small fish carefully, you will not let these disasters exist."
Ye Fan's mind was very clear: "The reason why they exist now is because you need them to exist."
Ye Tiandong's smile became profound.
"Actually, you have been absolutely in control of the situation. The reason why you don't have much reaction to Ye Tang's current situation is just because you are still cooking this fish."
Ye Fan's eyes flashed: "The moment you don't put the pot away on the plate, all the hidden dangers and fights are just seasonings."
He felt that he had tried his best to overestimate Ye Tiandong, but unexpectedly he still underestimated him.
Ye Tiandong's eyes were a little brighter than metal.
Ye Fan asked again: "The Seven Elders, the Four Kings, and the Young Faction, are they just the oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar in your hands, Mr. Ye?"
Ye Tiandong did not respond directly, but patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and said to Zhao Mingyue:
