Tang Lai had to be cold, if Yang Fei prepared some killer feature, or some hard dish, he might not say anything, but fried rice? Nima, a big restaurant that sells fried rice? Is there any mistake, if it is a street stall vendor, forget it, because then it will also sell some fried rice or something, but we are different, we are a big hotel, can we have a bit of a big hotel style?

How much is a bowl of fried rice worth? Ten or eight? Besides, no matter how delicious your fried rice is, how many people can come and eat it? Can a day's turnover keep up with the expenditure? Isn't that? You rested for so long before you came up with this trick fried rice?

Originally, Tang Lai wanted to persuade something, but he thought to himself, thinking about making some money from fried rice, why not think about outsourcing the restaurant, and then the whole stall or something, in this way, not only can you make money without having to do anything, but also don't delay you to make fried rice, how good? However, after thinking about it, Tang Lai still didn't speak, anyway, it had come to this point, and he didn't care about waiting for this day or two more, when the time came, it really wouldn't work, and then he could think of other ways, and the living could still be suffocated to death by urine?

Yang Fei naturally didn't know what Tang Lai was thinking, he was still brewing emotions, for the golden fried rice, yesterday's hard work was not in vain, he also knew that the state is one of the important factors affecting the finished product, without a good state, the fried rice made is also difficult to swallow, and it can't meet his standards. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After adjusting his emotions, Yang Fei began to heat the pot, and then put the oil, there is still a big difference between the actual situation and the training situation, and it is not as arbitrary as in his mind, seeing that the oil is too much, Yang Fei poured the oil without hesitation, and then reheated the pot and put the oil.

I don't know how many times Yang Fei poured oil, Yang Fei finally found the state of releasing oil, no longer pouring oil, seeing that Yang Fei no longer poured oil, Tang Lai's tangled heart also let go, Nima, what a waste, this Nima is all money, although the oil is not worth a few dollars, but it can't stand such a waste, are you really making fried rice? He really wanted to say to Yang Fei, brother, this is oil, not water!

Tang Lai's tangled heart hasn't been put down for long, and it floated up again, this time Yang Fei didn't pour oil, but even poured eggs together, Tang Lai really asked, what kind of medicine is sold in Yang Fei's gourd, even if he has money, he can't stand such a waste, right? This hasn't opened yet, it hasn't entered yet, it's so wasteful, is this for fear that the closing speed will be late?

Tang Lai called Yang Fei twice, hoping that Yang Fei could give him a proper explanation, but Yang Fei didn't answer him, he fried and poured rice by himself, and didn't notice his tangled face like a chrysanthemum.

For Tang Lai's departure, Yang Fei naturally didn't know, if he hadn't been trained by the zombie-faced chef, Yang Fei might have gone down, but Yang Fei also knew that it was better to lack than to abuse, if he was training, every time it was about the same, Yang Fei believed that he would never make the best golden fried rice, and he could only make a similar fried rice in his life, which was not what Yang Fei wanted to see, although it was a lot of waste, but Yang Fei also knew that as long as he could make the final version of the golden fried rice, It's worth it.

More than a dozen pots in a row, there is no finished product, Yang Fei is not in a hurry, yesterday's training let him know, what is called being anxious to eat hot tofu, the more anxious he is, the more he can't make fried rice, only by adjusting his own state well, is the last word, Yang Fei also knows, why the success rate has fallen, first of all, the kitchenware is different, although the shape is almost the same, but, whether it is from the feel, or the quality, the kitchenware in the back kitchen, and the kitchenware in the training in the mind are more than a step worse, this is on the one hand, on the other hand, There is also a gap between this material and the material in my mind when I was training, and various reasons eventually lead to a decrease in my success rate.

Yang Fei also knows that when he is proficient, the success rate will naturally increase, and during yesterday's training, how low was the success rate at the beginning? And finally? Isn't it about to reach a third? This thing is all gradual, and you can't come in a hurry.

I don't know how much oil, how many eggs, and how much rice were poured into it, and finally a golden fried rice product was produced.

Seeing this finished product, Yang Fei's heart relaxed a lot, and at the same time he was secretly excited, the familiar feeling came back, and Yang Fei didn't dare to think about it, but with a one-third success rate, Yang Fei still had such confidence.

Putting the lid on the golden fried rice, although it doesn't have much impact if you don't cover the lid, Yang Fei is a person who pursues perfection, and every detail must be done well, otherwise, he won't make a mistake and pour out a whole pot of ingredients.

With the golden fried rice, Yang Fei came to the hall.

"Everybody, come here, let you try it." Yang Fei greeted him, in fact, Yang Fei didn't know what the taste of this fried rice was, because after it came out of the pot, Yang Fei had not tasted it, but Yang Fei still had this confidence, the standard of one hundred points, he didn't dare to give himself a thousand points, but ninety-five points could still be beaten.

"What's that? It looks pretty tall. A new part-time student said loudly, although he didn't know what kind of dishes were put under the lid, but he knew Yang Fei's identity, one of the people in charge of the restaurant, and it was obviously not wrong to pat his ass.

"You don't talk nonsense, our Mr. Yang produced it must be a high-quality product." Others followed, not to be outdone.

"Mr. Yang, lift the lid and let everyone see what is delicious." Someone was curious about what was under the lid and said aloud.

"I'm drooling when I look at it......" one person quipped.

"Something that doesn't make a living." The other laughed.

Being so flattered by everyone, Yang Fei is naturally happy, but he also knows that the reason why these people pat themselves on the back may not be because of how delicious the dishes they make, but because of their identity, but Yang Fei is not annoyed, he believes that after he uncovers the pot, these people will naturally be convinced.

Tang Lai and Lu Shan also came over, Lu Shan was still so beautiful, but she didn't have any expression, but Tang Lai's expression was difficult for others to ponder, with a tangled expression.

"Could it be that this thing is constipated? Or do you have hemorrhoids? Yang Fei thought so. (To be continued.) )