"Let the pot cool first, now you beat these 6 eggs. Don't use a whisk, just use this sea bowl and chopsticks."

Zhou Yi watched Jacqueline knock the egg into the bowl, and said while correcting her posture: "The speed should be fast, the force should be even, the chopsticks should not go too deep into the egg liquid, stir clockwise, yes, that's it"

Soon, the eggs in the sea bowl turned into a golden liquid. Jacqueline is also a bit talented, under Zhou Yi's prompting, this bowl of eggs is remarkable, not only so that the yolk and egg white are perfectly combined, but also do not produce too much foam.

Many people think that beating eggs should make a layer of foam, but in fact, it is a big mistake, that will only accelerate the contact between the egg and the air, change the taste of the egg liquid, and this method requested by Zhou Yi is the most authentic.

Looking at this bowl of beautiful egg wash like soft gold, Jacqueline was almost intoxicated, and couldn't believe that it was actually her own hand.

"Now comes the most important step. Jacqueline, you put your hands in the pot, but don't touch the bottom of the pot and the face of the pot, this is the position. ”

Zhou Yi smiled: "How do you feel?"

"Well, my palms seem to be roasted. ”

Jacqueline quickly withdrew her little hand and glanced at Zhou Yi with some disgust.

"It's that the pot is still too hot, and after a minute, you try again. Zhou Yi smiled: "When your hand is put in the pot and you will only feel warm, it will be about the same." ”

"So?"

Jacquelyn nodded earnestly, she was also an impatient. Basically, every ten seconds, I would reach out to test the heat, and after repeating this a few times, I suddenly shouted, "Okay, okay, this should be the temperature." ”

Zhou Yi tried it with his hand, nodded and said, "Yes, very talented, now we can go down the rice." ”

"Don't put oil or eggs in the rice?"

Jacqueline's words didn't fall. I saw that Zhou Yi had already poured the separated rice into the pot. It's just that he didn't pour all the rice into it, and after pouring about a third of it, he put the rice bowl down. He didn't use a spatula, but grabbed the handle with one hand and began to shake the big iron pot.

Zhou Yi's movements are also very particular. Basically, the first three advance and three retreat, and then sway slightly left and right, and the force seems to be not released, using a 'holding word' and 'reverberating energy'. In this way, the large iron pot creates a centrifugal force that causes the separated rice grains to 'gurgle' in it, but does not stick together, and the residual heat in the pot adds up to make the rice grains more flexible.

"Eggs!"

Zhou Yi swept the rice a few times, and then poured all this batch of rice into the thin eye colander prepared in advance. This colander isn't just big enough. And the holes are fine, and he is not worried that the rice grains will fall, after the rice is put into the spoon, he echoes a few times with the technique just now, and the rice grains are spread on the colander. There is very little overlap.

Jacqueline hurriedly sent the large bowl containing the egg liquid over, Zhou Yi took the bowl in his hand, put the colander on top of the empty basin, and said with a smile: "You have to look carefully." ”

As he spoke, he held the spoon in one hand and raised the bowl in the other hand, gently on one side. The golden egg melt melts into a line, and the diameter of the liquid line is only a few millimeters, so it will not be wasted because it is too thick, nor will it deviate in the process of flowing because it is too thin, and it will land on the colander very accurately.

At the moment when the egg liquid just touched the colander, Zhou Yi's wrist holding the spoon was steady, but his arm shook continuously and rapidly, and the rice grains in the colander seemed to be alive, moving themselves in the spoon and carrying the egg liquid.

"It's amazing"

Jacqueline was shocked. Mr. Zhou's technique is so clever that the rice grains are just wrapped in a thin layer of egg wash, and then rolled aside, and finally the rice grains in the colander are coated with an even layer of egg wash, turning golden brown, and never sticking...,

"I understand, I understand Mr. Zhou!"

The more Jacqueline watched, the more excited she became. Now she finally understands why Zhou Yi uses a pot with residual heat to heat these rice grains first, and the heat requirements for the pot are so strict, because if the pot is too hot, the rice grains will be burned, and if it is too cold, the rice grains will not be able to be heated, and the egg liquid cannot be solidified instantly, so the phenomenon of rice grains sticking will occur

Are the Chinese people so magical?

Before this, Jacqueline couldn't imagine that making fried rice with a powder of eggs would be so exquisite, and Zhou Yi was still so generous that he was willing to share these secrets with her.

"It's not enough to just understand. To fully master this egg fried rice, you will need to practice a lot in the future. ”

After Zhou Yi wrapped all the rice grains in egg coating, he glanced at Jacqueline with a smile: "Next, you can put oil." Remember, you can't fry with a spatula, you have to rely on tomping and shaking, otherwise the egg coating wrapped in the rice grains will be broken, and the preparation will not be good enough. Okay, you take a closer look at my modus operandi."

As he spoke, he poured the oil into the pan and heated it until the smoke just rose, then poured in the rice wrapped in the egg coating, and at the same time put in an appropriate amount of salt, then held the handle of the pot, first shook it with reverberation, and then turned the wok upside down every twenty seconds or so. Fortunately, Jacqueline had already paid attention, turned on the recording function of the mobile phone in advance, and filmed all of Zhou Yi's techniques.

She is a smart girl, although she has not yet been able to taste Zhou Yi's 'egg fried rice', she can guess that this rice will be very delicious, if she can learn it, just with this hand of fried rice skills, she can also ensure her future life; and Mr. Zhou was originally the boss's younger brother, he taught himself the method of fried rice, he must have a more long-term plan, this may be his own opportunity.

"Zhou, I'm back! Oh, it's so fragrant, is this the egg fried rice you made?"

Soon the egg fried rice was done, and Henry just came back just in time to serve it out of the pan. Looking at this large plate of golden and fragrant rice, Henry suddenly swallowed: "Zhou." Your fried rice is much better than Jingjing's, it's so tempting, let me try it first."

"You wait a minute, this meal is still missing the last process, did you bring the wine?"

"Do you mean the handshake between the Prime Minister and the General? Of course, they are here. Henry smiled and pulled a stainless steel flask out of his bosom. handed it to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi took the wine jug, took a sip and put it in his mouth, and then picked up a spare lighter from the table.

"Week. What are you going to do, oh no, no, it's dangerous. ”

Henry's face changed, and he was about to stop his brother-in-law, who didn't know what to do. I saw Zhou Yi light the lighter and spew out a mouthful of wine mist at the plate of egg fried rice.

"Hong—"

A fire dragon shot at the egg fried rice, and immediately a burst of wine fragrance permeated the fried rice, but it was quickly absorbed by the fried rice.

"Oh Mr. Zhou, do I want to learn how to breathe fire too?"

Although Jacqueline's determination was great, it was a little difficult for her to learn this kind of circus clown, and the little girl frowned suddenly.

"Hehe, that's not necessary. All you need to do is write down the method I just taught you, and you can make this egg fried rice dish with logistics and practice. You don't need to learn my trick of squirting alcohol to make a fire. ”

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "Because this is just my new attempt, although it will not have any counterproductive effect, and it can even make this egg fried rice more delicious, but it is not a necessary procedure for egg fried rice." ”

"That's good, I'll definitely work hard, Mr. Zhou. Jacqueline raised her little fist excitedly. Picked up the plate and said, "I'll send it to Mr. Mo Bosan." ”…,

"Wait a minute, Jacqueline, I haven't tasted it yet, let me take a bite first. ”

After Zhou Yi's sip of fire wine was sprayed, it not only fully promoted the aroma of egg fried rice, but also added a special aroma of wine; but this wine is also a good grain brew, which just perfectly combines with the taste of egg fried rice. Henry was an amateur gourmand and knew it was a delicacy not to be missed.

"You glutton. Zhou Yi grabbed Henry, who was about to rush up to grab the egg fried rice: "There is still half a shovel left in the pot, it is for you, go eat it yourself." ”

If you want to subdue a glutton, you have to subdue his stomach first, and he has already calculated that Henry will be like this, so he reserved some egg fried rice for him just now, but the amount is very small, and he doesn't care if he is full.

"Oh my God, what does this smell like? It smells so good."

Mo Baisang Huo Ran, who was waiting in the restaurant, stood up and quickly shook his nose, like an old hound.

"How could this little restaurant make food with such aromas, could it be that they had brought in Master Louie?"

Amerui was also stunned, and a look of disbelief flashed on her beautiful face: "Is this what the Huaxia people call egg fried rice?" Impossible, Huaxia rice has no taste at all, even if eggs are used to scramble, it can't change the essence of junk food, impossible."

But she soon froze, and after a few seconds of stupefiing, she swooped down on the table like a hungry lioness.

At this moment, a large plate full of golden egg fried rice has been placed on the table. Ameri and Mo Bo San were immediately attracted, and the first word that flashed through their minds was--'spoon,' where is my spoon! Even the French man with the camera threw the camera and ran over to get a piece of the pie.

France is also a country with a long food culture, and an authentic French gourmand will never be as interested in a black food as Uncle Mi or Lao Maozi of Russia, while gourmets of the level of Mobersan and Emry are even more picky about their food requirements, and they will never use a knife or fork if they don't fit their eyes.

But even with their pickiness, they had to fall for Zhou Yi's craftsmanship

The golden rice and the aromatic taste that transcend countries made them forget all their reserves, and just want to taste the delicious food immediately and stuff this large plate of egg fried rice into their stomachs

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