One hundred and twenty servings of rice, in short, the plan is to make six kinds of fried rice.

They are small fried beef rice, Yangzhou fried rice, egg fried rice, banana fried rice, spring fried rice, egg celery fried rice.

Twenty servings of each type of fried rice.

Tang Zhen's fried rice is made according to the script, and the fried beef rice and Yangzhou fried rice are made in a nutshell.

I thought they had a foundation, and they were next to her from beginning to end, and the results should be good.

The truth was that Jian Yan thought too much, and she looked at the six pots of fried rice in front of her and fell into deep self-doubt.

Is it because she can't teach, or is Uncle Tang so poor that she can't take them at all?

sighed deeply, and Jian Yan first commented on Luoyang's beef fried rice, "It's too oily, I'm surprised, why do you want to pour half a pot of oil into it?"

See for yourself, is your pot of fried beef rice still called fried beef rice?

This is obviously a beef rice in oil. ”

Luoyang, "···"

Luoyang wiped the sweat from his forehead, can he say that he is worried about the paste pot, thinking that if he puts more oil, it will not be pasty?

It must not be, in short, he is not in a good mood now, and he is afraid of being scolded if he says it.

Then he smiled and admitted his mistake, "I, I won't next time." ”

"I hope so."

Jian Yan hummed lightly, and then commented on Tang Zhen's fried rice, which is different from the problem of too oily in Luoyang, Tang Zhen's fried rice does not make people feel like they can't swallow it when they see it, except that the stir-fry is not timely enough to cause uneven heating and does not make the rice and ingredients perfectly blended together, and it can barely pass the test.

As a person who is a first-time fried rice, being able to eat without making people feel that they can't eat is progress, and I really can't ask too much, otherwise I'm worried that I will die of anger.

Tang Zhen was happy when he heard this, and asked with a smile, "It means that my pot of rice is qualified?" ”

It's not good, but it's beautiful.

Jian Yan snorted and said lightly, "What do you think, if you are not qualified, there is still a lot of room for improvement." ”

"Oh." Tang Zhen replied, and quickly cheered up and said, "I think I can make progress in cooking." ”

"I'm looking forward to your next pot of rice."

Replied lightly, Jian Yan's gaze swept over Josh and them, she was not so gentle towards these four people, and she couldn't be gentle.

You must know that these four people are fried in her urgent stare and guidance, and the result...

Don't mention it.

Therefore, she sharply pointed out the serious mistakes made by several people in the process of fried rice, and then severely criticized several people.

The few people who criticized it couldn't raise their heads, and they promised that they wouldn't do it again next time.

After the six-pot rice review, in short, there was a feeling of being hollowed out.

Teaching people is really tiring, especially teaching a few people who have a foundation but can't live or die.

But I can't help it when I'm tired, so I have to continue teaching if I agree.

You can't stop halfway.

She didn't believe in teaching it today.

Ordered the remaining rice from the table and the ingredients for the fried rice, "Go on, I'll look at another pot." ”

"Okay."

Tang Zhen, who knew where his shortcomings and mistakes were, were now full of fighting spirit, brushing the pot neatly, pouring oil, stir-frying with ingredients, and then adding rice.

With the experience of the failure of the first pot, the situation of the second pot has been greatly improved, except that there is no upside down, the other steps are remarkable, and the finished product is much stronger than the first pot.

After tasting the fried rice of several people one by one, Jian Yan's expressionless face finally showed a shallow smile, "Yes, it will get better and better if you keep it at this pace." ”