Hua Mian originally thought that this chef said that he wanted to make Beilin-style dishes, and Beilin was not restricted by the Heavenly God Sect, at least the taste was much better than those dishes made by the chef in his country, and he was still full of expectations when he first saw his fried rice, thinking that he could taste the exotic taste, but before the excitement passed, he was doused by this spoonful of oil soup.

The other party didn't feel the change in Huamian's mood at the moment, and went to serve the soup again, and this time the big copper spoon in his hand as if he was going to show off his skills turned twice in the air and buckled into the pot, and not a drop of the oil soup was spilled.

After adding the soup, he picked up the spatula and continued to stir-fry, but this time the action was like stirring cement, and he didn't forget to turn back and chat with Hua Mian while stir-frying: "Chef Xia, don't blame us for the rough work here, we are all people who have lived in the north for a long time, and it is inevitable that the habits are not meticulous enough."

"It's nothing, it's good...", Hua Mian grinned, wanting to laugh, but the cement in the pot in front of her made her unable to laugh, and finally she had to squeeze into a wry smile and hang on her face.

With the vigorous stirring of the man's hands, the mutton fat and rice in the broth slowly blended, and seeing that it was almost fried, the man took a few large plates from the side shelf and buckled them upside down on the top layer of fried rice.

"Why don't you just cover the rice with a scourge lid and use a dish instead? Wouldn't it be difficult to simmer successfully? Hua Mian still couldn't hold back and asked.

I saw him holding a pair of long chopsticks, and from time to time he would pick up the plate to see the situation of the rice pressed under it, and poke it a few times with the chopsticks, and replied: "Cover it all with the lid, and there will be water in it, and if you mix it with water, the taste of this mutton pilaf will change."

Hearing him say this, Hua Mian probably understood, the water that the other party said should be water vapor produced by heating, so the people here know that water vapor will destroy the taste of the dish, so they choose to use the way of covering the plate, which is a good way to solve the water vapor.

The oil soup gradually converged, wrapping the ingredients in the pot, and even every grain of rice seemed to have an extra layer of transparent protective film, visually completely losing the previous stickiness.

At this time, an attendant walked in outside, saying that the meal for His Royal Highness's entourage was almost ready, and Huamian was invited to go over to eat, Huamian also wanted to stay and continue to watch the work of the kitchen here, but it seemed that the person was standing aside and waiting and was a little embarrassed, and thanked the chef and followed the waiter out of the kitchen.

It was said that it was a dinner party for His Royal Highness's entourage, but in fact, a few low tables were set up in an empty room next to the small room where Hua Mian lived and a few straw mats.

looked at the straw mat on the ground, which was obviously not very comfortable, but there was no other choice, Hua Mian looked left and right, and the other people seemed to be completely unimpressed with the matter of sitting on the straw mat, so they had to grit their teeth and sit down.

When Hua Mian also sat down, the two attendants in the kitchen here brought them food, and it seemed that they knew that there was no intention to put it on the plate, and they would definitely deduct points in appearance, but unlike the Imperial City, because this is already the junction with Beilin, the power of the church does not seem to have penetrated so far away, and these dishes on the table seem to be seasoned quite heavily.