Zhang Ping is very familiar with scrambled egg fried rice, and he doesn't know how many portions to fry in Ping'an Restaurant every day, so it is not an exception here, the movements are smooth, and each step is exactly like a program calculated by a computer.

At the moment when it was about to come out of the pot, Zhang directly sprinkled the cut hedge falling flowers next to him, and after putting it on the plate, sprinkled a layer of ground hedge drop bead powder on the fried rice, and the moment the powder came into contact with the heat, it was like being integrated into the fried rice.

Egg fried rice seems to have an unknown magic, exuding an alluring flavor, which is different from the usual egg fried rice, as if it has life, constantly tempting you.

Wang Biao was waiting impatiently outside, not impatient, but impatient, as if there was a kitten scratching in the depths of his heart.

He didn't know what happened to the customers outside, but he knew that if things messed up today, it would mean that he had failed.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and glanced at the watch in his hand, from the time Zhang Ping entered to now, only 15 minutes have passed, what is 15 minutes enough to do?

If it's fast enough, at most you can wash those vegetables, and if it's faster, you can cut a green onion and ginger or something.

With Zhang Ping working alone in it, let alone making a few dishes, even if there is only one dish, it will take more than half an hour to say it, which is still low to him.

In the ten minutes he waited, the lobby manager had already come over to urge him twice, after all, he was the master here, and when the big guy saw that he didn't go out to preside over the overall situation, he couldn't help but guess in his heart that something was going on here.

In the past, when I was messing around, I felt that mixing a day was a day, and I had to get by, and the days were very fast, but now I feel that if this time slows down, it can be so slow that you scratch your heart.

Just when Wang Biao was so anxious that he couldn't help pacing back and forth, the door slowly opened, and he rushed in directly.

Zhang Ping didn't think that these two goods would rush up directly, holding egg fried rice in his hand, and almost spilled it directly.

"What are you doing frizzy? If you weren't the master here, I'd suspect you'd be sent undercover. ”

Zhang Ping glanced at him angrily, he remembered that the time he went in was not very long, but it was only ten minutes, how could she feel that this guy seemed to have gone through centuries!

Wang Biao rushed into the kitchen, stretched his neck, like a thousand-year-old Wang Ba, looking around, his eyes were dripping, and he couldn't wait to run out of his sockets and stick to the board.

He panicked in his heart, what kind of dishes can he make in these ten minutes?

When he rushed in, the pot was still hot, but empty, and there was nothing.

Wang Biao turned his head, pointed to the case board next to him with a confused expression, and wailed: "My God, don't tell me you haven't started yet?"

Wang Biao couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, he didn't know how to go out and explain to those VIPs and reporters, this was simply going to smash the signboard of the Dingsheng Restaurant.

Zhang Ping couldn't help laughing when he saw his panicked appearance, he usually looked at this guy with a big grin, and really thought that he was alive without heart and lungs, and it turned out that he still cared about something.

"I'm done!"

Wang Biao looked at him, then looked back at the empty pot, and then his eyes fell on what he was holding in his hand, and he craned his neck to look inside.

"Don't tell me, what you're frying is ...... It smells so good!"

Wang Biao couldn't help but sniff, he didn't understand, it was just a simple bowl of egg fried rice, how could it exude such an attractive taste.

He knew that Zhang Ping's scrambled egg fried rice was not ordinary, but he had also eaten it, and he didn't have this charming fragrance at all.

This fragrance simply flowed into his bones, and it was going to seduce his stomach and scratch his liver.

"Goodong~"

Wang Biao didn't know why, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, it was so fragrant, what kind of food is this, it is estimated that the Jade Emperor has never eaten it.

Seeing this guy walking towards his egg fried rice in a trance, he knew that nine times out of ten, this guy was attracted by the fragrance of the falling flowers.

Zhang Ping directly raised his leg and blocked the guy one meter away from him, if he really let that guy turn his head over, he would not have to gobble up all the egg fried rice he had finally scrambled.

"Hey, I said you should calm down first, do you still want your hotel to be hot again?" Zhang Ping used a little force on his calf, and directly kicked him back a few steps, also to keep this guy away a little.

Wang Biao still couldn't help swallowing his saliva, he always felt that his sense of taste might be bad, no matter how tempting the food was, he wouldn't always feel saliva flowing out of his mouth.

"Hurry up and take it out, so that the people outside don't have to wait!" Wang Biao's words really didn't mean anything else, and there was no meaning of an order.

If it were to be used for other dishes, Wang Biao would definitely serve it out by himself, but this plate of egg fried rice was so tempting that he suspected that if he put it in his hands, let alone egg fried rice, maybe there would be no plates at that time.

Zhang Ping didn't worry about handing over the rice to him, and came back directly, the stainless steel round dish cover on the right was on top of the plate of egg fried rice, and this guy in the province was like a pug, and he kept following him.

When the two of them were arguing here, there was already chaos outside.

Some reporters who don't think it's a big deal to see the excitement even asked the lobby manager, "You have notified the major media three days before the event you held today, and also invited a well-known food expert, and now it's time to hang the big guy here, is there something going on inside you!"

The lobby manager opened his mouth and didn't have time to explain, when another reporter's microphone came up, and the reporter didn't want to stuff the microphone directly into his mouth.

"May I ask, the event officially started, but your boss did not come forward to preside, is there any personal matter that has not been resolved? Or is this just a means of your marketing, the purpose is to make your own reputation?"

Most of the interviewees were young reporters, who were open-mouthed and did not have long brains, and in order to get first-hand information, they also tried their best to offend people.

As for the reporters who are a little more brainy or older, they all choose to stay put, because they know in their hearts a lobby manager, and they can't get any useful information out of his mouth.