"My ancestors were the imperial guards of Ouchi, and they were also the first Chinese to go to Nanyang, so I know many secrets in the court. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info "Mr. Rabbit explained.

"No wonder!" Liu Mang nodded.

"Boss, it turns out that this fried rice has a lot of origins, tell me about it. Five-eyed looked curious.

Not only Wuyan, but the other people around also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the origin of this 'emperor fried rice'.

This 'Emperor Fried Rice' was specially obtained by Liu Mang for more than 50 million emotional points from the space a few days ago yesterday, in order to deal with the 'spiritual cuisine' of the Pingchuan chaos.

"Well, the reason why this emperor fried rice is famous is not because of the ingredients, nor because of the skill, but because of the person who makes it. ”

"Isn't it possible for anyone to do it?" said Goyan, surprised.

It is said that in the past, the people in the palace who could fry this bowl of rice did not use a male imperial chef, and secondly did not use a female cook, but only chose the older father-in-law who had served the emperor before and was introverted. The 'Emperor's Fried Rice' they fried is particularly yellow in color, with a slight sullen taste, and the front is rushing to the mouth, and the stamina is long, which makes everyone who has eaten it sad, and sometimes they don't even shed tears. ”

"Is it that amazing?" everyone present was a little incredulous.

"Of course, it's an exaggeration, but this bowl of 'emperor's fried rice' could only be fried by eunuchs back then, which is true. ”

"Why? Can't normal people be fried?"

Maybe it's because they have the ambiguity and unreachable desire to say goodbye in their hearts, as well as the lingering love and hate that they can't calculate. Liu Mang thought for a moment, and then said.

"Only the fried rice that is boiled in a hot pot over low heat and rolled around with feminine strength can allude to the portrayal of the inner torment of the people of the old palace, and it has the taste of ecstasy. ”

"But Boss, now that you've made it, don't you ......" Five-Eyes looked horrified.

"Roll the calf, where do you want to go, I'm a normal person!" Liu Mang snorted at the back of his head: "So I changed this bowl of 'Emperor Fried Rice' and added the juice squeezed from shallots, onions, buckwheat, and ginger as a seasoning." ”

"No wonder!" Mr. Rabbit suddenly realized: "It turns out that the feeling that makes people's nose sour and wants to make people cry comes from this!"

There wasn't much rice on the plate, and after Mr. Rabbit finished speaking, he pulled the rest of the rice clean in a few bites, and his face showed a feeling of unfinished.

The mystery of this fried rice dish is not in the rice, but in its harmony with the taste, which has reached a peak point.

Rice, eggs, seafood and other toppings are perfectly blended, and the specially added shallots, onions and other accessories can go straight from the throat to the nose, creating an unforgettable smell.

"It's so good! It's nice to be able to make shocking dishes with ordinary ingredients, that's the secret of food!" said the other judges.

"This dish reminds me of my former lover, and that faint sentimentality is really melancholy!"

"That's right, I never thought that a dish could hit people's hearts like painting music, this is the real 'food for the soul'!"

……

"What?" Hearing the judges' comments on Liu Mang's 'egg fried rice', Pingchuan's face became gloomy.

"It's impossible, how can a dish that I've done countless experiments and painstakingly researched lose to an ordinary 'egg fried rice'?"

"Okay, the judges have tasted it, and now it's time to start voting. John picked up the microphone and said.

There was a whisper in the hall.

"It looks very bad, those Michelin judges have a high opinion of that Chinese's dishes!"

"The sushi in Hirakawa is filled with hallucinogenic ingredients, isn't it as good as a simple fried rice?

"Is there really a touching food in the world? ”

"Let's see how the judges vote, I think His Excellency Hirakawa has a better chance of winning. ”

……

The judges stood up and put the small wooden cards in their hands on the table in front of Liu Mang in turn.

One! five, ten, twenty...... Liu Mang actually got all the votes!

"How is this possible?" Muraya Futako's chest was struck by lightning, and he took a few steps back with a look of disbelief.

"Judges, are you mistaken! Why didn't His Excellency Hirakawa have a single vote!"

"What kind of bullshit judges are you!" Hirakawa became furious, ready to rush forward to reason with the judges.

"Don't be impulsive!Your Excellency Hirakawa, it's not good for you!" Hachiro Yamano hurriedly hugged him.

"Can you tell me why?" asked Muraya Fukio, suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Please don't doubt our professionalism, Mr. Muraya. John walked over: "Our judges are all world-renowned foodies, and many of them are even very famous chefs. If they show their true colors, I'm sure you'll be surprised. ”

"I believe this. Muraya nodded: "But Your Excellency Hirakawa's 'Tainigiri Sushi' won't be able to get a single vote, right?"

"That's the problem! It's because our judges are picky enough that they will judge fairly!" John laughed, "If two of the same dish are the same, and if the other one is slightly better, then all the judges will vote for one of them." Anyway, have you ever tasted Mr. Liu Mang's fried rice?"

"Fried rice?" The village house Erxiong involuntarily walked to Liu Mang's side and picked up the last remaining fried rice on the table: "Liu Mangjun, can I taste it?"

"Please!" Liu Mang shrugged indifferently.

Muraya picked up the fried rice, scooped it with a spoon, looked at it, and put it in his mouth.

When the flavors of eggs, rice, and seafood bloom in the mouth, and the slight smell of shallots, onions, buckwheat and other condiments rush into his nose, Muraya Futsuo's nose can't help but sour, and he almost burst into tears.

What a familiar taste, have I ever eaten it before? By the way, it's my father! When my father dipped sashimi in wasabi for the first time, it tasted like this in his mouth.

It turns out that this 'egg fried rice' can really hit people's hearts! Its taste is not fixed, and even everyone eats it differently in their mouths. In the same way, its taste can evoke memories and remind people of the warmest things in their hearts.

"We'll admit defeat in this game!" Muraya Fukio patted Hirakawa Ran's shoulder a little decadently: "Let's start preparing for the next round of dishes, Your Excellency Hirakawa!"