Fried rice can be said to be the dish with the lowest threshold.

As long as you know how to light the stove and stir-fry the rice and ingredients together, you can barely pull out a plate called XX fried rice.

Of course, judging most of the ingredients raw and cooked is very painful and difficult for novice cooks. Considering the ease of obtaining and processing the ingredients, the most simple and friendly egg fried rice has naturally become the cornerstone of fried rice.

But at the same time, egg fried rice is a dish that tests basic skills with almost strict standards, but most people who have stepped into the chef circle dare not easily claim to be good at egg fried rice.

Because only when the aroma of the rice and the egg is perfectly matched, each grain of rice is completely separated, and the salt is evenly distributed, whether it is a large spoonful or a single grain, it can be regarded as an ideal standard of egg fried rice.

"It's just egg fried rice, knock the egg through the middle and stir it, fry it in oil, add rice and stir-fry it casually, at best, it's the difference between the heat and the size of the egg pieces, what else?"

Deng Xu crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, "Glowing egg fried rice, what nonsense are you talking about." ”

"If it's just regular egg fried rice, then there's nothing wrong with this step. However, if it's a top-notch egg fried rice......"

Youmeng picked up an egg and looked at the light carefully, determined the position of the yolk, and casually stretched out her index finger and shook it, "It's a pity, Aunt Dengxu." The steps you just talked about, the whole, the part, the mistake, the mistake! Judging from the order of eggs and rice alone, it has already deviated from the possibility of touching the supreme egg fried rice."

To be precise, egg fried rice is divided into two categories, the literary way of saying it is "silver and gold" and "gold and silver", which is essentially the debated question - scramble eggs or fried rice first?

The answer is, yes.

The highest state of "silver and gold" is described as nothing more than Zhang Dongguan's sentence in "The Manchu and Han Dynasty", "There are three or four grains of rice around each egg flower".

And the rumor that every grain of rice is wrapped in egg liquid, just like the golden fried rice in "The Little Master of China", which is "gold and silver", if you choose the wrong way, even if you practice for a lifetime, it is impossible to wrap every grain of rice with egg flowers.

"Order? You mean mixing egg wash into rice? ”

Although he is not a big chef, Aya Dengxu has also witnessed many talented spirit chefs in the kitchen, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head, "Impossible, unless you can use your spiritual power to erase the fishy smell of eggs like Chef Xilin, otherwise the egg fried rice that comes out of this way will inevitably carry a fishy smell of raw eggs." ”

"So, what I'm going to point out next is the second mistake that Aunt Dengxu said."

Youmeng nodded approvingly, and instead of choosing the normal midline to knock open the egg, she carefully knocked out a crack above the egg wall, and then tore the upper half of the eggshell with her fingers along the crack, blocked the egg yolk with a small eggshell, and poured the egg liquid into the prepared small bowl little by little.

"If Aunt Dengxu has touched raw eggs with her fingers, she should have noticed that the fishy smell of eggs mainly comes from egg liquid. In that case, wouldn't it be nice to separate the egg wash from the yolk? ”

While explaining easily in a natural tone, Yumeng separated the yolks of the four eggs at hand one by one, put them in a small bowl, and then used chopsticks to quickly rotate them in one direction to break them up.

Gently sniffed the egg yolk liquid, the girl's cute little nose wrinkled, it seems that there are still some egg liquids that have not been completely separated, it seems that he is still not as skilled as his father after all, but it is not a big problem, just drop a drop or two of white vinegar.

Putting down the small bowl, Youmeng's fingertips touched the fire control button on the cooking table, a trace of spiritual power was left from between his fingers, and the flame driven by spiritual power ignited from under the iron pot - it was really convenient, the psionic flame that could control the size freely at will, and had no peculiar smell, there were so many black technologies, and the people here were still cooking so badly, it was really a waste.

"Of course, egg fried rice needs oil, but it doesn't take much. The biggest disadvantage of frying eggs in oil first is that the egg mixture will absorb a lot of oil during the molding process, resulting in an unusually greasy fried rice whole. ”

Yumo glanced at Aunt Dengxu, who was thinking about the double blow next to her, and the dull hair on her head broke free from the chef's hat, jumping up and down happily while scooping up a small piece of solidified lard and putting it in the pot.

With the sizzling sound, the lard gradually melts in the pot, and the unique fragrance of animal fat full of satisfaction spreads in the kitchen.

Youmeng habitually held the handle of the pot with one hand and lifted it up, and the whole body shook - so heavy. For this body that has not been exercised much, the big black pot used for stir-frying in the kitchen is still a little heavy, and after using both hands, it is firmly held and lifted up.

Carefully flowing the melted oil back and forth in the iron pot, and after the pot and the oil were tightly moistened, Yumeng poured most of the oil in the pot aside, and looked at Aunt Dengxu to the side and sent out a third combo.

"Actually, rice that really needs to be oiled to enhance the flavor doesn't need too much oil, and the lard only needs to bring an olfactory experience and a little bit of taste and aroma."

Rake it slightly loose in the cold rice with a rice spoon, and after a visual inspection, it was roughly enough for her and Sylvie to fill it a little more, Youmeng poured the cold rice into the pot, ran her fingers over the flat square spatula, chose a hemispherical pot, and pressed the mixed cold rice in the pot little by little.

Raising a third finger, he said seriously, "It's not just a random stir-fry." If you cut it around with a spatula, won't the rice grains be stirred up? ”

As she spoke, Yumeng reached out to the top of the pot to feel the temperature, and poured the golden egg yolk into the pot, "Then it's time to witness the miracle." ”

The pot and spoon in Youmeng's right hand quickly stir-fryed, spreading the golden eggs in the rice.

No, it's not enough.

In order to completely wrap the egg yolk on every grain of rice, it is not enough to simply stir-fry like this.

The girl's ears seemed to echo her father's voice, "The rice must be separated, but the eggs must be wrapped so that each grain of rice can beat in the pot." To achieve this effect, it is necessary to turn the rice grains over by turning the spoon frequently. ”

- Spoon upside down, the most hated basic skill of female chefs, I can only try it.

Taking a deep breath, Youmeng tried to recall the dynamic spiritual power path of the [Salted Fish Turnover] sent by the natal spirit body when he was eating at Lucardo's place before, and his left hand firmly held the handle of the pot and stretched it out and shook it, and took the initiative to interrupt the spiritual power output at the moment when he was about to complete the flip.

"It's so dazzling...... Really glowed! ”

Deng continued to squint his eyes, his left hand subconsciously blocked his eyes, and the dazzling golden light dyed the entire kitchen golden.

The golden grains of rice rise into the air like a retrograde waterfall, and then fall into the iron pot with a crisp grinding sound.

[Fried rice can't be rushed, and you can't be lazy, otherwise the pot will stick to the bottom, otherwise you won't be able to fry every golden rice grain that is evenly heated. 】

It was as if she was back in the kitchen when she was a child, and her father was looking at her indifferently with his arms folded.

Yumeng gritted her teeth, activating her spiritual power again and again, then interrupting the cycle and reactivating it again.

The aroma of eggs and the fragrance of rice, shining with golden light, soared and fell again and again in the kitchen.

Until every grain of golden rice was beating restlessly in the pot like life, Youmeng let go of the spatula, pinched a pinch of salt in the palm of his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

A layer of white tulle shrouded her hand over the egg fried rice with a golden glow, and the moment the salt melted into the fried rice, the dazzling golden light suddenly shot into the sky from the iron pot in front of her.

Carefully put the egg fried rice in the iron pot on a plate, Yumeng took off the leather band that tied her hair, shook her head slightly, her long smooth black hair slid down from her shoulders like a waterfall, and the girl's red fluttering little face bloomed from the charming satisfaction of her heart.

Sure enough, my father was right, cooking is the most enjoyable thing in the world.

"I've been waiting for a long time~ golden egg fried rice that will glow."