Fortunately, it's about the same age as her native world.

Jian Yan, who satisfied the curiosity in his heart, didn't dwell on this problem, and turned back to Tang Zhen and said, "Did I learn the fried rice just now?" ”

“···”

Several people fell suspiciously silent.

The eyes and brain have learned, and if you get started, the hands have a high probability of letting them roll.

Especially in a nutshell, the trick of flipping the pot is too difficult, and they really can't do it.

After listening to the reasons given by several people, Jian Yan was silent, "As long as the arm strength is enough, the difficulty is not as high as you think."

It's really rare how to keep the ingredients in the pot from flying out during the process of turning the pot. ”

"There's no way to do this overnight, let's practice first, and the more you practice, you'll be able to do it naturally."

said, in short, "Okay, don't hesitate, don't worry about frying boldly, you can fry with the idea that no matter how bad the frying is, it is better than rice cereal, so that the pressure will not be so great." ”

Tang Zhen and the others were dumbfounded, what else could they do like this?

Lu Jinxiu was a little worried, "You won't have a problem if you eat it, right?" ”

"No, it won't."

Jian Yan shook his head, "At most, it's unpalatable." ”

Lu Jinxiu sighed, seeing that Tang Zhen and the others hadn't moved yet, but stood there with a hesitant look, and said lightly, "Go and fry, sooner or later you have to get started." ”

In short, in G57, the star is just a short-term passerby, and the task of improving the taste of the fighters is not on her, but on Tang Zhen and them, who are the resident chefs.

You have to learn as much as you can before you go back, and the more you learn, the better.

The marshal spoke, and Tang Zhen and the others did not hesitate to touch each other's eyes.

Then they retracted their gaze and stood in front of the pot and recalled the steps of Jianyan fried rice, and moved in unison.

The side dishes needed for fried rice are prepared early in the morning, and Tang Zhen and they only need to follow the steps to pour the ingredients and rice into it one by one, stir-fry and put the seasonings, and the difficulty is not high.

When they were stir-frying, Jian Yan was watching from the side.

Tang Zhen and Luoyang are old enough, and the two of them have been chefs for the longest time, and their proficiency is good.

Josh and the others can't, their hands are unsteady and their hearts are not calm, and there are a lot of small problems, either the temperature is not enough to snap the ingredients into it, or the spatula swings too hard to lift the ingredients out of the pot and fall on the table.

When the salt is added, it is even more terrifying, the last second Jian Yan told them that the seasoning should be appropriate, and the four of them deserved it well, and the next second, they shook their hands and a spoonful of seasoning all entered the pot.

In short, "...

In short, I feel powerless to even get angry.

I can only tell again, "I emphasize one last time, you must keep your hands steady, and don't keep shaking like Parkinson's disease."

When you put salt, you would rather put less than more, as long as the fried rice is not out of the pot, the light taste can be saved, but the salty taste does not even have a chance to be saved. ”

As she spoke, she said viciously, "You'd better keep my words in mind, this time you are a first-time offender, I won't say anything, and next time, don't think that I will guide you, just grope for yourself." ”

"Don't..."

As soon as they heard Jian Yan's words, Josh and the others were anxious, and promised that they would not do it again next time.

"It was better to do so."

Under Jian Yan's urgent staring, Tang Zhen and the others trembled to finish the first pot of fried rice, and then waited for Jian Yan's acceptance results.

A pot about the size of a max-capacity rice cooker can make 120 servings of fried rice in one pot of rice.