"Si" At this time, the small fish that was put into the pot fryed one side, and Ye Tiandong carefully turned it over with a spatula, allowing the other side to withstand the hot oil and boiling hot.

When the fish turned over, I don’t know whether it was Ye Tiandong’s intentional or by God’s coincidence, the fish tail stuck to the pan and pulled off some flesh, which was a bit scattered.

Ye Fan could somewhat know what Ye Tiandong meant.

This is Ye Tiandong talking to himself about the situation in Ye Tang with fried fish.

Nowadays, Yetang is like a fish. If you want to fry it well, it is not just a simple movement or a non-moving movement. You must follow the trend when it comes to the heat.

Otherwise, it will easily burn or break.

Ye Fan suddenly understood Ye Tiandong's situation.

Ye Tian turned his head and looked at Ye Fan and smiled: "I wonder how would he use to fry a delicious fish if he was replaced by Ye Guoshi who came to the chef?"

His eyes were curious and expectant.

"I--" Ye Fan was stunned when he heard Ye Tiandong's words, and then smiled: "I am only a doctor. You can treat patients. How can you cook fish?"

Of course, he would fry fish, but he knew that what Ye Tiandong asked for was delicious fish perfect fish.

This is very difficult.

"Ye Guoshi is polite."

Ye Tiandong smiled: "Treatment of diseases is actually the same as fried fish. Some diseases may cause death if you take heavy medicine, but if you don't take heavy medicine, you won't treat the disease."

Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully: "Mr. Ye's words are reasonable."

Ye Tiandong smiled: "So I believe that Ye Guoshi must have his own treatment plan in the face of this situation."

Feeling Ye Tiandong's sincerity and expectation, Ye Fan thought for a while and finally spoke: "Fry the small fish, sometimes you can't move around to avoid breaking, but you can't be afraid of turning to avoid breaking."

"For me, a whole charred fish is far less enjoyable than a broken cooked fish."

"Stir it, maybe the fish will rot, the taste will change, the taste will not be satisfactory, and even the flesh and blood will be broken and mixed into a pile."

"But it is still a fish after all. You can eat a few more bites into your mouth, at least one sip of the soup, right?"

While Ye Fan spoke his thoughts to Ye Tiandong, he took the shovel in his hand and skillfully shoveled over the fish that was about to burn.

He also kept turning on the fish belly to let the hot oil seep in, so that the fish could be heated evenly.

"Once you are too worried about its integrity, or you are tangled with the heat and burn it, you can't even drink half a sip of the fish juice."

"A lot of things, many foods, and too careful, will backfire."

"Of course, this is just Ye Fan's personal opinion. Mr. Ye is much richer than me in terms of craftsmanship and level."

"Mr. Ye still has the final say on how to fry this fish."

Ye Fan returned the shovel to Ye Tiandong again.

For him, eliminating the cancers of Ye Jincheng is certainly risky, but they may even be divided.

But long pain is not as good as short pain. Ye Tang can only last longer if it breaks a big destruction and establishes a big destruction.

"Well said!"

Before Ye Tiandong could speak, another laughter came from behind, and then Zhao Mingyue appeared in the kitchen: "Tiandong, how about my son?"

"Are you as I said, you can go out of the hall, enter the kitchen, and go to the temple?"

The woman was dressed in plain clothes, with a smile on her face, and reached out to hold Ye Fan's arm and spoke.

"Mrs. joking."

Ye Fan hurriedly said hello, trying to break free from Zhao Mingyue's hand, but was pulled tighter.

He was very embarrassed: "I just said it casually, it was not constructive."

"Hahaha, Ye Guoshi, you are humble."

Ye Tiandong let out a hearty laugh: "Your experience is not only stronger than your peers, but also a strong generation, and many of them are not as good as you."

"Mingyue, I understand now, why do you recognize this son?"

"This time, you did get a bargain."

Ye Tiandong looked at Zhao Mingyue again, not caring about the intimacy between the two: "Ye Guoshi, the dragon among people, should give birth to a child like this."

While feeling moved, a trace of loneliness flashed through Ye Tiandong's eyes. If his child was still alive, he would be about 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 with relief.

Then she looked at Ye Tiandong intentionally or unintentionally and said, "Tiandong, do you want such a son?"

Ye Tiandong came to his senses and saw his wife staring at him with a fiery look, thinking that she wanted to recognize Ye Fan as her godson.

"It is of course an honor for me, Ye Tiandong, to be able to accept people like Ye Guoshi as my godson."

"But it depends on whether Ye Guoshi is willing or not."

His smile was very gentle: "After all, I am only older than him. Compared to my achievements, Ye Guoshi is one street."

Zhao Mingyue hurriedly urged Ye Fan happily: "Ye Fan, call him dad."

"This--" Ye Fan couldn't stop Zhang Da. What's the matter? He already had an adoptive father, an adoptive father, and a father?

Zhao Mingyue looked at Ye Fan pitifully: "Ye Fan, don't you want to recognize him?

OK, mom doesn't want him, she will get divorced in the afternoon."

Ye Tiandong almost fell down: "For the sake of his godson, I don't even want my husband?"

Zhao Mingyue nodded without hesitation: "Of course, as long as Ye Fan is with me, I can do it even if the world is vast."

Ye Tiandong looked at Ye Fan helplessly, and was about to advise Ye Fan, but his nose twitched.

"Not good, it's going to burn."

He shook his head and turned around, and at the same time he shook his right hand and fished up the golden fish.

Move quickly and flowing.

The fish are out of the pot, and the ginger and green onions are sprinkled, making them crisp and tempting.

Seeing Ye Tiandong's clean scene, Ye Fan suddenly realized something, and he couldn't help but say: "Mr. Ye, was Mr. Ye deliberately doing the existence of the young and strong school?"

When he heard Ye Fan's words, not only Zhao Mingyue was stunned, but Ye Tiandong's actions were also stagnant.

He turned to look at Ye Fan, his eyes no longer filled with appreciation, but with a hint of surprise.

There is no doubt that Ye Fan was spying on what was deep in his heart.

Then, Ye Tiandong smiled generously: "Why do you think so?"

"Because you will not let these disasters exist by using Mr. Ye to cook the fish."

Ye Fan's mind was very clear: "The reason why it exists now is that you need them to exist."

Ye Tiandong's smile became deeper.

"Actually, you have always been in control of the situation. The reason why you didn't react much to Ye Tang's current situation is that you are still cooking this fish."

A light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes: "When the pot was not collected into the plate, all hidden dangers and fighting were just seasonings."

He felt that he tried to overestimate Ye Tiandong, but unexpectedly he underestimated it.

Ye Tiandong's eyes became brighter as metal as bright as metal.

Ye Fan asked again: "Seven Olds, Four Kings, Young Strong Sects, are just the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in your hands?"
Chapter completed!