Yunlai Building, back kitchen.

On the edge of the stone stove, there are bottles and jars of seasoning, and Master Wu stands in front of the iron pot, and on the other side, there is a plate of dry and hard cold rice.

"You don't have to pay attention to any cooperation, Master Wu fried rice as usual, but without seasoning, and the proprietress also seasoned it in the usual way, so you don't have to do it." I put it this way.

"Chew your tongue, you're slippery." The proprietress frowned and said, "But when to taste, how much, and when to put off the fire, it's hard to grasp if you don't do it yourself." ”

"Let's try it first." Master Wu said.

"Try first, try first." I also said.

Disheveled......

Dry wood was added, and the fire quickly ignited.

Master Wu began to move, add a little lard and stir-fry until fragrant, and shake the rice loose in the pot.

At this time, I shouted, "Boss, it's your turn." ”

The proprietress has been watching blankly, and as soon as I was reminded, she quickly grabbed a handful of sugar, a pinch of salt, and finally poured a circle of her own secret soy sauce.

Master Wu continued to stir up.

It's easy to say, but don't forget, he doesn't even have a finger on his right hand.

So how is he going to fry rice?

Don't worry, I saw Master Wu holding a shovel in his right hand, and the empty palm of his left hand shook lightly to the edge of the iron pot, and the entire iron pot flew into the air with half a pot of soft fried rice.

He pressed it again, and the iron pot swirled on the tongue of fire.

This is not a cooking skill, it is a martial art!

But Master Wu did not use internal force, but was completely exerting a pure, subtle control technique of object, balance, and force.

Naturally, I'm used to seeing this kind of scene, but the weapon is just replaced by an iron pot, but the two of them are dazzled.

"Master Wu, why don't you usually see you show this hand?" Chirp exclaimed.

"yes, that's cunning." Copperhead said in a hoarse voice.

"Isn't that usually the case?" I asked curiously, "Then how does Master Wu usually fry rice?" ”

"Just shake it with one hand, and it's over." Chirp replied.

"What about stir-fry?" I asked again.

"Cut the vegetables first, put the seasoning in, and then shake it with one hand, and it's done." Copperhead replied.

No wonder it's so unpalatable.

Needless to say, in order to be able to shake off the taste of the dish with one hand, he will inevitably use an excessive amount of oil and salt seasoning; With only one hand, although the cutting is light and thin, it is only a convenient one, and it will never take any effort to prepare the dish in advance.

Can you keep your guests with the food you make like this?

After thinking about it, a new plate of fried rice was already steaming out of the pot.

The simple soy sauce fried rice exudes a golden luster.

This is due to Master Wu's delicate control of strength, so that each grain of rice is evenly dipped in lard and soy sauce, and the sugar and salt are also distributed just right, and they are not burnt.

Strangely, the aroma of fried rice is so light that it's hard to even smell it if you don't inhale hard.

Why?

Twitter was the first to rush up and try it.

When you put the fried rice in your mouth and chew it, a rich aroma suddenly emanates.

"It's sugar." The proprietress saw my confusion and explained. "I added sugar again at the end, and used sugar coating to seal the aroma of lard and soy sauce in the rice grains, so that after a while, the fried rice will be more fragrant and elastic."

"Boss, you're also very good." I exclaimed.

"No, I learned it all from my dad." The proprietress shook her head slightly, "And without Master Wu, I can't do it at all." ”

"That's why we have to cooperate." I smiled and said, "Although you are in a hurry, you can practice more and get used to it quickly." ”

While we're talking here, the chatter and copperhead over there have swept away most of the fried rice.

"Hey, leave some for me." I hurried over and tasted a spoonful.

"Rolling? It's delicious. Chirp puffed out his cheeks.

I closed my eyes again.

There was a sudden silence at the scene, as if they were all waiting for my evaluation.

I opened my eyes and said slowly, "Something is wrong. ”

"Isn't that right? What's wrong? Chirp said as he touched the back of his head.

"I didn't figure it out for a while, but something must be wrong." I said with a frown.

"You're just a bone in an egg." Tongtou was unconvinced, "It's so delicious, you can do it." ”

"Of course I can't." I shook my head.

"If you can't, don't talk nonsense." Copperhead added.

I was on fire on the spot.

"That's right, it's nonsense." I said coldly, "Judging whether a meal is good or not depends not on the eyes, but on the tongue - anyone with a long tongue is qualified to evaluate!" ”

"According to what you say, a person with eyes can evaluate a play? Can someone with ears evaluate a storyteller? "The neck of the copper head is also thick," some people say that this is not good, that is not good, just don't know how to appreciate it!" ”

"The same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and everyone's appreciation is different." I said, "For example, when you were young, you loved candy, and when you grew up, you liked tofu more, is it wrong to say that you loved candy when you were young?" Not to mention that everyone's appreciation is different, that is, the appreciation of the same person, different stages, and different moods is not the same, but even so, people from different regions, different cultures, and different time and space can still evaluate a work with their own eyes, and only in this way can the vitality of a work be fully stimulated. There is nothing wrong with praising and maintaining, and if the party has to fight against differences, this is not appreciating at all, it is just a willful self-promotion......"

……

"What do you say?" Twitter and Copperhead said at the same time.

"It's okay, I'll just say it casually." I sighed, "Let's get back to the point - I finally know something is wrong." ”

"What's wrong?" The proprietress asked nervously.

"If you want to talk about the taste, of course, this plate of fried rice is better." I muttered, "If you really want to take it to the competition, it might as well be the fried rice from before." ”

"It tastes better, but you can't make it to the competition?" "I really don't understand what you're saying." ”

"It's because the taste is so good that it's not suitable for participation." I explained, "In order to make this fried rice more fragrant and delicious, the proprietress added a lot of oil, salt and sugar, but just eating this plate of fried rice, the guests are full and tired of eating, and what about the remaining two dishes and one soup?" ”

"Seems to be the case." Chirp was stunned and put down the vegetable leaf soup that had just been served. "I don't taste the soup right now."

"Whatever soup I drink, I want to drink water." "I'm so thirsty." ”

The proprietress and the martial master looked at each other.

"It's no wonder that my father's best fried rice never appeared at food conferences." The proprietress said, "It seems that fried rice is good to eat alone, but it looks a bit flavorful when paired with other dishes." ”

"So, this list of three dishes and one soup, we still have to think about it......"

Looking at the plate of golden fried rice in front of me, I fell into deep thought.

(End of chapter)