Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2246: Chapter 1461: Professor Yang Makes Breakfast (Part 2)

"You certainly have a cool way of cutting vegetables," Xiao Su finally gave a positive comment, the tone sounding like awarding a consolation prize at a ceremony, "If you could apply this efficiency to cooking, that’d be even better. Dabao is already awake, shouting ’starving’ in bed, if you don’t hurry, he might start gnawing on the pillow."

"The essence of cooking is the synergistic action of thermodynamics and chemistry," Yang Ping said while beating eggs, his egg-beating technique equally gentle and precise, the egg mixture forming a uniform vortex under his hand, with egg whites and yolks fully blending without a trace of foam, as foam means air has been incorporated into the mixture, affecting the creamy texture of scrambled eggs, a lesson he learned from repeated experiments, "The proteins in eggs start denaturing between sixty and seventy degrees Celsius, and exceed eighty they become excessively coagulated, causing the protein molecules to cross-link too tightly, squeezing out water molecules, resulting in a dry and hard texture and reduced nutrient absorption. So the key is to keep the pan temperature in the optimal range, sixty-three to sixty-eight degrees, where the rate of protein unfolding is moderate, forming a gel network that can retain the most moisture while killing potential Salmonella."

As he spoke, he poured the egg mixture into a bowl pre-warmed with water, added a pinch of salt, accurately to 0.5 grams, and then picked up a pair of long chopsticks to stir. His technique resembled surgeons operating under a microscope, his wrist steady and pacing even, the egg mixture forming a perfect vortex in the bowl, without a drop splashing over the rim. The stirring lasted exactly one minute, no more, no less, as the timer precisely sounded again.

The gas stove on the cooktop was already turned on. Yang Ping first checked the color of the flame, blue! The inner cone intact, burning fully, then quickly mentally reviewed the entire operation sequence designed this morning. The flowchart was spread before him, his gaze sliding from the "preheat cookware" node to the "add oil" node, then to the "add egg mixture" node, confirming each step’s order and estimated times were correct.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Su curiously leaned in to take a glance at the flowchart, his pupils quivered, "Is this... a recipe?"

"Operation flowchart," Yang Ping said, his tone as flat as describing a routine tool, "similar to surgical step planning in the operating room. Before surgery, you think through what to do in each step, what instruments to use, and the expected outcomes, so you’re not flustered during surgery. Although I’ve memorized the flowchart, considering my practical experience is limited, to ensure foolproof I’ve posted it here."

"How many nodes did you draw?"

"Forty-seven."

Xiao Su decided to stop asking.

The preheating step for the cookware began. Yang Ping placed the frying pan on the flames, set to medium heat, preheating for thirty seconds. He stared at that blue flame for five seconds, confirming the flame displayed a dual-layer structure, inner and outer cone, burning fully, with uniform temperature distribution, then nodded in satisfaction. Thirty seconds hit, the mobile timer sounded, he poured in olive oil, about fifteen milliliters, a computed number: steak surface area about sixty square centimeters, based on the coverage standard of 0.25 milliliters per square centimeter, considering evaporation loss...

"Professor Yang" Xiao Su’s voice called from behind, carrying a subtle tone akin to reminding the chief surgeon in the operating room "You forgot to place the drainage tube," "Your oil is already smoking."

Yang Ping lowered his head for a look, the oil at the pan bottom indeed smoking, a thin blue smoke rising from the surface with a subtle but undeniable charred aroma.

"This is a normal phenomenon in the preheating stage," he said calmly, his pace slightly quicker, a habit he has when encountering unexpected situations, "Before the oil reaches the smoke point, it forms a protective oil film, beneficial for..."

"Flip it!" Xiao Su interrupted him.

"What?"

"Flip it! Your beef hasn’t moved since you put it down." Xiao Su’s tone was as calm as stating a fact, but his mouth corner had started twitching uncontrollably, "The same side has been cooking for one minute and twenty seconds."

Yang Ping glanced at his watch, he was actually observing his watch, then checked that perfect rectangular steak in the pan. The side facing down already had a beautiful deep brown color, the Maillard reaction’s product releasing a rich aroma; but the side facing up remained the color of raw meat, pink and moist with marinade, in sharp contrast to the charred brown underneath, like a splice of two different species.

He decisively flipped it, the spatula inserted precisely beneath the steak, a wrist twist, the steak flipping in mid-air, landed stably in the pan, the motion smooth, the entire process less than two seconds, showcasing his years of surgery training with hand-eye coordination.

After flipping, he noticed, indeed the other side was visibly lighter several shades, like two pieces of meat cooked to different levels forcibly pieced together.

"The heating time on one side was too long," he objectively noted, the tone like reading an imaging report, "causing uneven coloring on both sides. Preliminary analysis suggests the problem lies in the judgment criteria of the flip node, my preset flip timing based on visual cues, namely the appearance of standard brown from Maillard reaction, but this signal emerged later than the completion of protein denaturation. Next version needs to introduce time dimension constraint, adding an intermediate flip, or adopt a more frequent flip strategy to reduce heating disparity on both sides. Data recorded, process to optimize."

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