The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1120 I recognize this son

The first thousand and 120 chapters three I identified this son

"Zi-"

At this time, the small fish put into the pan was fried on one side, and Ye Tiandong carefully turned it over with a spatula, allowing the other side to bear the hot oil and scalding.

Turning the fish over, I don't know whether it was Ye Tiandong's intention or a coincidence, the fish's tail was stuck to the pan and some flesh was torn off, some scattered.

Ye Fan could more or less know what Ye Tiandong meant.

This is Ye Tiandong talking about Ye Tang's situation with himself through fried fish.

Now Yetang is like a fish. If you want to fry it perfectly, it is not simply moving or not, but you have to follow the trend of various fires.

Otherwise it is easy to burn or chip.

Ye Fan immediately understood Ye Tiandong's situation.

Ye Tiandong looked sideways at Ye Fan and smiled:
"I don't know how to fry a delicious fish if Ye Guoshi is in charge of the kitchen?"

His eyes were full of curiosity and anticipation.

"I--"

Hearing Ye Tiandong's words, Ye Fan was taken aback, then smiled:
"I'm just a doctor. I can treat patients. How can I fry fish?"

Of course, he can fry fish, but he knew that what Ye Tiandong wanted was delicious fish, perfect fish.

This is very difficult.

"Ye Guoshi is being polite."

Ye Tiandong smiled: "Healing diseases is actually the same as frying fish. For some diseases, heavy medicine may kill people, but if you don't use heavy medicine, you can't cure the disease."

Ye Fan nodded thoughtfully: "Mr. Ye is right."

Ye Tiandong smiled: "So I believe that Ye Guoshi must have his own treatment plan for this situation."

Feeling Ye Tiandong's sincerity and expectation, Ye Fan thought for a while and finally said:
"When frying small fish, sometimes you can't stir it to avoid breaking it, but you can't stir it just to avoid breaking it."

"For me, a whole charred fish is far less appetizing than a broken boiled fish."

"Stir it, maybe the fish will rot, the texture will change, the taste will be unsatisfactory, and even the flesh and bones will be broken into a pile."

"But it is still a fish after all, and it can still eat a few mouthfuls, at least a mouthful of soup, right?"

While telling Ye Tiandong what was in his heart, Ye Fan took the shovel from his hand and skillfully turned over the fish that was about to burn.

He also keeps turning the fish maw to let the hot oil seep in, so that the fish can be heated evenly.

"Once you are too worried about its integrity, or you get burnt because of the tangled fire, you can't even 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 standards, Mr. Ye is much richer than me."

"How the fish will be fried in the end is still up to Mr. Ye."

Ye Fan returned the shovel to Ye Tiandong.

For him, eradicating these malignant tumors in the Forbidden City of Ye is certainly risky, and it might split.

But the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain, and Ye Tang can last longer if he breaks through.

"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 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 doting smile, she stretched out her hand to hold Ye Fan's arm and spoke.

"Madam was joking."

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

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

"Hahaha, Ye Guoshi, you are being modest."

Ye Tiandong let out a burst of hearty laughter:

"Your knowledge is not only better than your peers, even the hard-core generation, many of them are not as good as you."

"Mingyue, I now understand why you recognize this son."

"This time, you really took advantage of it."

Ye Tiandong looked at Zhao Mingyue again, not caring about their intimacy at all:

"Ye Guoshi, the dragon among men, should be born like this."

While feeling emotional, a trace of loneliness flashed across Ye Tiandong's eyes. If his child was still alive, he would be around this age.

I don't know if he has half of Ye Fan's achievements?
"That is, of course my son is a dragon."

Zhao Mingyue looked at Ye Fan and smiled gratifiedly.

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 fiery eyes, thinking that she wanted to recognize Ye Fan as his godson.

"It's my honor, Ye Tiandong, to accept someone like Ye Guoshi as a godson."

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

He smiled very warmly: "After all, I am only older than him. Compared with his achievements, Ye Guoshi beats me by a block."

Zhao Mingyue hurriedly urged Ye Fan happily: "Ye Fan, call Dad quickly."

"This--"

Ye Fan couldn't stop opening his mouth, what's the matter, he already has a adoptive father, a adoptive father, and a father?

Zhao Mingyue looked at Ye Fan pitifully: "Ye Fan, don't you want to recognize him? Okay, mom doesn't want him either, we will divorce in the afternoon."

Ye Tiandong almost fell down: "For the sake of being a son, you don't even want your husband?"

Zhao Mingyue nodded without hesitation: "Of course, as long as Ye Fan is with me, I don't have to do so."

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

"No, it's going to burn."

He turned around with a jerk, and at the same time shook his right hand, and picked up the fried golden fish.

The action is quick and smooth.

The fish is out of the pan, sprinkled with ginger and spring onion, it makes a crackling sound, crispy and attractive.

Seeing Ye Tiandong's crisp and neat scene, Ye Fan suddenly realized something, and he couldn't stop saying:
"Mr. Ye, is the existence of the Young and Strong faction deliberately done by Mr. Ye?"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, not only Zhao Mingyue was taken aback, but Ye Tiandong's movements also froze.

He turned his head to look at Ye Fan, his eyes were no longer admiration, but surprise.

There is no doubt that Ye Fan has spied something deep in his heart.

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

"Because of Mr. Ye's thoughtfulness in cooking small fish, you will not let these disasters exist."

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

Ye Tiandong's smile became deep.

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

There was a gleam in Ye Fan's eyes: "The moment the pot is not put on the plate, all hidden dangers and fights are just seasoning."

He felt that he tried his best to overestimate Ye Tiandong, but unexpectedly, he still underestimated.

Ye Tiandong's eyes became brighter like metal.

Ye Fan asked again: "The seven elders, the four kings, and the young school are just the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in your hand, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Tiandong didn't respond directly, but just patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and said to Zhao Mingyue:
"Mingyue, this son, I believe..."

"Have a meal!"

(End of this chapter)