My older sister is Shiwa Kasumigaokaoka

In the early morning, the clear blue sky is as beautiful and pure as a sapphire washed by water, like a fire sun dyed a large number of white clouds, watering a red morning glow.

“Ding-dong—” The doorbell rang.

Fang Dongyang went to the entrance and opened the door.

Appearing outside the door is Mito Yumei.

With sun-colored skin that glows healthily in the sun, and a leopard-print bandeau dress and high-heeled sandals combo, it looks like a sexy, wild little leopard.

“Fang Jun, good morning!”

Mito Yumei raised his chin lightly, with a confident and proud expression on his face: “I have improved a lot in the past few days, and you lost today… I’ll make you understand what meat pleasure is! ”

“Huh—she just said… The thrill of meat!? ”

A male office worker looked uncertainly at his colleague, who swallowed: “This girl… Is it the kind of service that provides door-to-door service… Aid sister!? ”

“It seems to be!” The male office worker’s eyes lit up on Mito Yumei.

“Look closely, her figure is so great! The face is also very positive, and the temperament is also very good… I don’t know how much it costs to call once! Or…… Let’s two go over and ask? ”

The discussion came, the corners of Fang Dongyang’s mouth tugged, and Mito Yumei’s eyes widened.

“Aid… Aid sister!? ”

She spat out a few words in a daze, and then her face turned red, and her face turned from red to black.

“Soulless! Who do you say is the aid sister!? Mito glared at him with a dark face, like an angry female leopard, and roared, “Believe it or not, I slaughtered you!” ”

Two office workers showed stunned expressions, one of them seemed a little unconvinced and wanted to say something, but was pulled away by his colleague.

“Huh—.~—”

“Man!”

Looking at the office workers who were fading away, Mito Yumei hugged his chest with his hands, revealing an expression of disgust and disgust: “Sure enough, there is not a good thing!” ”

“Hey—you guy…” Fang Dongyang said with a black face: “Don’t deny the men of the world because of two garbage…”

Mito Yumei snorted and didn’t say anything – Fang Dongyang rubbed his eyebrows, then looked at the fresh-keeping box of ingredients on the ground, and spoke: “Take the ingredients, go to the kitchen with me…”

……

Meanwhile, the gastronomic world, Fang’s Hotel

“Haoyang.” Fang Tianwang looked at his eldest disciple and said in a deep voice: “A trip to neon, probably tomorrow afternoon, during this period of absence, the hotel will be handed over to you.” ”

“Master, please leave it to me with confidence!” Zhou Haoyang said respectfully.

“Hmm.” Fang Tianwang nodded with satisfaction and got into a black luxury car – remembering what Zhou Xue Chexian Zuoweimon said, a trace of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

……

Earth, neon, Tokyo, Fang family’s kitchen——

“It’s past seven… Mito, let’s get started. Fang Dongyang said while opening the refrigerator and taking out the ingredients he specially purchased yesterday afternoon – small rows!

Next, he is going to make a classic Chinese dish – sweet and sour ribs!

“Small steak…” Mito Yumei glanced at Fang Dongyang’s ingredients, and the advantages of small chops, cooking methods suitable for small chops, and some recipes immediately came to mind.

She made up her mind, then opened the ingredient box and took out her own ingredients.

Compared to Fang Dongyang’s ingredients, she has more ingredients, a large piece of beef, a box of eggs, a bag of flour, some mushrooms, some bacon, and some bottles and cans.

Fang Dongyang felt that her combination of ingredients was a little familiar, and after a little thought, he thought of a dish – Wellington steak!

This is a rather classic dish of Rotten Country, slightly more complicated, and was a favorite dish of Wellington, Duke of Rotten in the early 19th century, hence the name Wellington steak.

“Hey—you should have a basin at home, right? Where is it? Mito Yumei put the ingredients on the stove, looked left and right, as if looking for something, and finally looked at Fang Dongyang.

When Fang Dongyang heard this, he opened the cupboard, took out the kneading basin, handed it to her, and asked at the same time:

“What else do you need?”

“Hmm—rolling pins, plastic wrap.” Mito looked around and replied.

Fang Dongyang got it all for her, and then began to process the ingredients – put the chopped ribs in the sink, clean them, drain them and put them in a pot, add water and blanch for thirty minutes.

Once blanched, use a slotted spoon to salvage the ribs and place them in a bowl.

Fang Dongyang picked up the bottles and jars, and added various spices to the bowl, including a tablespoon of cooking wine, a tablespoon of light soy sauce, half a tablespoon of dark soy sauce, and two tablespoons of balsamic vinegar.

The marinating process took twenty minutes, and Fang Dongyang looked at Mito Yumei rather boredly, and the other party was frying beef at this time – looking at it, his gaze unconsciously moved to the murder weapon…

“This damn gravity!” Fang Dongyang took a light breath, and then withdrew his gaze with a slight weakness.

Twenty minutes later.

“Mito, you stand a little to the side… I’m going to fry ribs. Fang Dongyang said to Mito Yumei.

Mito Yumei heard this, moved sideways, Fang Dongyang set up a pot, poured a trace amount of oil, ignited and heated – the golden oil juice soon boiled, and a little particle burst out (good)…

Fang Dongyang poured the marinated ribs into the pot, and the white heat immediately surged up, and the snorting sound was endless, accompanied by the hot air, it was a tempting aroma.

The aroma was instantly intense, filling the kitchen and spreading outward.

Fang Dongyang sniffed the aroma, fried the ribs until golden, poured in the marinade of the marinade and some water, and added three tablespoons of white sugar and half a tablespoon of salt to taste.

After seasoning, bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer for ten minutes on low heat, and finally use high heat to collect the juice – Fang Dongyang was cooking in the clouds, quickly extinguishing the flame and exhaling a turbid breath:

“Sweet and sour ribs, done!”

At the same time, the oven also made a “ding” sound, and Mito’s glamorous cuisine was also completed… Just…

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