The tilapia that Wang Qian bought had ice on it. The head, tail, scales, bones, and internal organs were removed. It was sashimi grade and could be eaten directly. It was exactly what Zhang Zian wanted.
The texture of the fish was clear and delicate. It was fresh and had no smell. It felt elastic when pressed, and the meat was fat and tender. The thickest part was about the thickness of a finger. Zhang Zian could tell that Wang Qian had carefully selected the fish. This guy was reliable, but his brain was damaged.
Zhang Zian left the door ajar so that if someone pushed the door open, the cat bell would ring.
He took the tilapia to the second floor and came to the kitchen. Fina followed him closely, staring at the shopping bag. It seemed to be drooling, but when Zhang Zian looked at it, it immediately changed its calm face. Xinghai followed him, but it was purely out of curiosity.
Putting the shopping bag on the kitchen counter, Fina also jumped up. Its body contained boundless explosive power, but it was very meticulous when using it, unwilling to waste even the slightest bit.
The kitchen was still the same as before.
Zhang Zian didn't come to the kitchen often because he always saw his mother's busy figure in an apron, heard the concerto composed of pots and pans, and smelled the sauce and vinegar.
Food was the most important thing. In a family, the kitchen was undoubtedly the place with the most life.
But now, there was nothing in the kitchen.
His mother's apron was hanging behind the door. It had long lost its original color, and he could only vaguely see a little bear pattern.
Oh, right. Seeing the crooked stitches, he remembered. This apron was made by his teacher when he was in elementary school. Later, it was given to his mother as a holiday gift.
Almost 20 years had passed, and his mother was still using it.
Zhang Zian took off the apron and put it on. He felt as if his mother was next to him, and her palm gently covered the back of his hand.
"Okay, let's cook!" He cheered up.
Only by living happily could his parents feel at ease in heaven.
Grilled fish was a relatively simple dish. There were many cooking apps on the Internet, so he just downloaded one.
The tilapia was a bit wide, so he cut it in the middle and followed the instructions on the app to marinate it with scallion, ginger, cooking wine, and light soy sauce. He didn't add salt, so he used a small amount of soy sauce instead.
While waiting to marinate, he could wash the rice and steam it with the rice cooker.
Fina was very curious about all kinds of seasonings. It sniffed and sniffed, its whiskers almost sticking to them.
Zhang Zian suddenly had a mischievous idea, such as taking out some pepper powder and letting it smell it … But considering his own safety, it was better not to court death.
"What seasoning did you put on the grilled fish you used to eat?" he asked.
Fei Na shook her head. "Grilled fish is grilled fish. It's grilled on a stone slab, with palm tree leaves at the bottom and chopped olives and Persian dates on top."
Damn it! He really knew how to enjoy himself!
However, at least he knew where Fina used to live. There was the sea, and he could eat fresh tilapia. There were olive trees and palm trees, and it was not far from Persia.
The rice cooker began to steam the rice. He placed the marinated tilapia on the grill of the oven and placed the baking tray under the oil.
When Zhang Zian opened the oven, Xinghai meowed and ran out of the kitchen. It stuck its head out in the corridor. "Xinghai hates black boxes..."
"It's not a black box. Look, there's a light inside." Zhang Zian turned on the oven, and the built-in light lit up, illuminating the inside of the oven.
Xinghai returned to the kitchen by the wall, but it still did not dare to go near the oven.
The oven started to hum. Fina wagged its tail, craned its neck forward, and observed cautiously.
"I can't feel the heat," it commented.
"Of course, this thing is much better than a stone." For the first time, Zhang Zian was proud of modern technology. Being able to show off in front of this guy was a great achievement.
"You didn't do it. What are you so proud of?" Fina immediately showed a contemptuous face.
F * ck! It always hit the nail on the head!
Zhang Zian felt bitter in his heart, but still argued, "How do you know I didn't do it?"
"If you did, would you look at the scale like an idiot before using it?" It turned its head away.
I've been slandered!
Forget it, I can't argue with a cat! Zhang Zian comforted his wounded heart, and pretended to observe the situation in the oven very carefully.
It was his first time roasting something, so he couldn't burn it. Otherwise, he would lose face in front of this gold-digging cat.
No matter what you roasted, the control of the fire was the most important, especially for fish and meat, where the thickness of the slices affected the quality of the meat.
After roasting for a while, the color of the fish began to change. Golden oil seeped out from the most tender part of the fish, condensed, and dripped onto the baking tray below.
Even through the oven, the aroma gradually overflowed, and Zhang Zian's stomach started to growl.
Turning off the oven, Zhang Zian put on thick gloves and warned Fina, "Don't touch it. It's hot."
He took out the half-cooked fish, dipped both sides in the seasoning tray, and put it into the oven again.
Fina's eyes stared at the roasted fish, and it kept licking its lips. It raised its front paws and put them down. If it wasn't being reserved, it might have jumped on the fish.
This was a critical moment. It would rather the fire be smaller than burn it.
Zhang Zian noticed that the first burn marks appeared on the edge of the fish's body, so he immediately turned off the oven.
He took out the roasted fish and smelled it. There was no obvious burnt smell, so the control of the fire should be good.
It would be better if there were some coriander, celery, broccoli, and lemons to decorate and enhance the aroma. Unfortunately, he hadn't gone grocery shopping since he returned to Binhai City.
The rice was also cooked. He opened the lid of the rice cooker, and hot steam rose to the sky.
He scooped a bowl for himself, and when he turned around, Fina had already buried its head in the roasted fish! What happened to the reserved and aristocratic temperament?
However, as soon as Fina licked the roasted fish, it was scalded and shrank back.
A cat's tongue was extremely sensitive to temperature, so in Japanese, people often used "cat tongue" to describe people who were afraid of being burned.
"I'll cut it open for you. Let it cool before eating!" His reminder was too late, and Fina only stared at him with resentment.
He cut Fina's roasted fish into pieces the size of a fingernail to speed up the cooling and fit the size of its mouth.
After putting two servings of roasted fish and one serving of rice on the table, Fina directly jumped from the counter to the table.
Xinghai was running around the rooms on the second floor, probably practicing hide-and-seek later. In fact, even if it didn't practice, it could still beat Zhang Zian.
"The temperature is about right. Please."
He picked up the chopsticks and said.
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