Surgery Godfather

Chapter 2248: Chapter 1461: Professor Yang Makes Breakfast (Part 4)

When Dabao was scooped out of bed by his mom, he was still in a daze. Wearing his Ultraman pajamas, his hair stuck up in a comical arc, his eyes half-open and half-closed, like a little animal forcibly awakened from hibernation. He staggered to the bathroom and completed his washing up under his mom’s direction, before being placed in the dining chair, with a set of children’s tableware in front of him.

He finally opened his eyes completely and glanced at the dishes on the table. In the plate, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes were colorful and bright, red and yellow intermixed, the tomato pieces almost identical in size, arranged like some kind of fractal pattern. Next to it, the pan-fried beef was cut into equally wide strips, each one precisely consistent to the naked eye, as if cut by a machine.

Dabao’s eyes slowly lit up: "Dad, the dishes you made today are so neat! The tomatoes are all the same size! The beef is all the same width!"

"Because Dad measured them with a ruler." Xiao Su answered him, while stuffing a spoonful of porridge into Little Treasure’s mouth.

"A ruler? Using a ruler to cut vegetables?" Dabao’s eyes widened, his drowsiness completely gone, "Dad, you’re amazing! Can we use lasers next time? I want to see laser cutting vegetables! Can a laser cut lots and lots of veggies all at once without needing to wash the knife?"

Yang Ping paused while picking up the dish. He put down his chopsticks and looked seriously at his son, his expression as solemn as if he were answering an academic question: "The thermal effects of laser cutting would affect the cellular structure of the ingredients, forming a heat-affected zone at the cut surface, which would cause cell wall rupture and juice loss. Currently, it’s not recommended to use lasers as cutting tools in home settings. However, your idea is good, starting from the limitations of existing tools and proposing technical upgrades, this is the core of engineering thinking, maintaining curiosity."

Xiao Su silently drank a sip of milk beside them, thinking: This home’s kitchen will eventually become a comprehensive laboratory of cooking, biochemistry, material science, and thermodynamics engineering. She glanced at the flowchart on the dining table, forty-seven nodes, lying quietly at the corner of the table, suddenly feeling that she should add a forty-eighth node to the flowchart: no discussing academic issues during meals.

But she also knew that this node would probably never be adopted.

Dabao ate with relish, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes tasted really good, the eggs were fluffy and tender, the tomatoes were sweet and sour moderately, the proportion of the two ingredients was just right, neither overshadowing the other. The beef, though not hot enough, benefited from proper marination and good heat control, resulting in tender and juicy texture, reheating did not make it tough. Yang Ping looked at his son eating greedily, nodding with satisfaction, this kind of satisfaction closely resembled the expression he had when a paper was accepted, only with a more noticeable curve at the corner of his mouth.

"By the way," Xiao Su suddenly remembered something, put down her chopsticks, and spoke in a tone of "almost forgot to ask", "When did you get up to make these?"

"Five-thirty." Yang Ping picked up a piece of beef, chewed twice, furrowing his brow slightly, the temperature was indeed less than ideal, the taste fell short a notch from expectation.

"Five-thirty?!" Xiao Su nearly dropped the spoon into the bowl, a drop of milk splashed onto the tablecloth, "What time did you go to bed last night? Calculate how many hours you slept?"

"From midnight to five-thirty, a total of five hours thirty minutes. Last night I indeed slept later than usual because I needed to look up information. This time does fall below the recommended seven to eight hours daily for adults but does not constitute a health risk, occasional sleep deprivation within controllable limits will not cause irreversible effects on physiological functions."

Yang Ping finished in one breath, as if he had prepared this answer long beforehand.

"I needed time for preparatory work, just reviewing the best process parameters for scrambled eggs with tomatoes took forty minutes, there are more related documents than imagined, there’s a master thesis that specifically studies the impact of different cooking methods on lycopene release, and an article in a core journal discussed the protein denaturation kinetics of eggs, I read them all and took notes, besides finishing the flowchart before bed last night, so I slept later."

"You... looked up papers for scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" Xiao Su’s expression became very complicated, like she wanted to laugh, sigh, roll her eyes, and also pat this man’s head all at the same time.

"This is the academic spirit." Yang Ping remained unfazed, continuing to eat, his movements graceful and composed, "Knowledge in any field deserves serious treatment, there is no distinction between ’high-level knowledge’ and ’low-level knowledge’. Cooking and surgical operations are essentially the same, both involve precise hand operations under specific environmental conditions, processing raw materials into an ideal state. It’s just that the raw materials on the operating table are human tissues, involving more complex factors, higher risks, and smaller tolerance space. But that doesn’t mean cooking doesn’t need to be taken seriously. The metabolic process of food entering the human body, the absorption and utilization of nutrients, the impacts on different physiological systems, these are serious medical issues."

He paused and added: "Moreover, how can a doctor who can’t cook talk to patients about ’healthy eating’? If they can’t do it themselves, they have no right to demand others to do it."

After breakfast, Yang Ping took the initiative to tidy the dining table and do the dishes. The way he cleaned the dishes was consistent with how he cooked: first scraping off the leftover food residue into the trash, then pre-rinsing the dishes with warm water, classifying them by their grease level, washing the beef plate first because it’s oily and needs hot water and detergent for focused treatment; the egg dish next, though also oily, less so; the milk cup last, only requiring a simple rinse. Pots, bowls, and plates entered the sink in order, detergent dosage precise to pump compressions, sauté pan pressed twice, fry pan pressed one and a half times, bowls and plates pressed once. Each washed dish needed at least fifteen seconds of running water rinse to ensure detergent residues below the safety threshold.

Xiao Su saw this scene when passing the kitchen and couldn’t help shaking her head: "You have to follow SOP even when washing dishes?"

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