"Eggs... Egg fried rice?! Wang Hao was dumbfounded, it was actually this. In the end, what tested me was egg fried rice!

"Hey egg fried rice~ the easiest and most difficult, the rice should be stained with eggs~~~~' In my head, a song involuntarily appeared, a song in the TV series a long, long time ago, very magical,

"Do you want me to figure out how to make this fried rice myself?" Wang Hao doesn't understand, what's so rare about this, just a stack of fried rice, no matter how difficult it is, the ingredients in it can still be tasted in one bite, and the method is nothing more than just a few, as long as you keep trying, you can definitely do it?

I can't figure out why, but since the task is out, it's good to complete it, he is a little skeptical, is it that he has completed all the tasks, the other party wants to test himself, just to try him, it's just a joke.

Wang Hao returned to his previous position, here, a stove had already appeared, and behind it, there was a square, in which there would be any ingredients.

He took a spoon and took a bite, and his body stopped moving.

His eyes closed unconsciously, in his mind, he thought of his past things, thought of the things that made him sadest the most, that was when he was ten years old, after he went home, his grandfather told him something, and this matter, so that he can not forget every day in the future, until adulthood, he has his own plans, has his own arrangements.

In the corner of the eye, a tear appeared there, slowly, down the face, when the first tear appeared, followed by more tears, kept slipping.

"Huh~~~" Wang Hao's eyes suddenly opened, wiped his eyes with his hand, he had woken up, and when he thought of that thing, his brain made him wake up decisively!

Why? Why do you think about it, it's been a long, long time, I haven't remembered it for too long, why do you think about it now?

Is this the rice? Wang Hao looked at this stack of fried rice with some fear, he couldn't believe it, a plate of fried rice can do this, this is the power of ghosts and gods!

In order to verify his thoughts, Wang Hao calmed down his state and trimmed it before trying again, this time, he experienced that feeling, but this time, it was not so exaggerated, he just felt sad and sad, and there were no pictures in his mind that he didn't want to see.

"It's because of it!" Wang Hao is very sure this time, although he does not have the first sense of picture, there is no doubt that it must be the reason for this plate of fried rice that makes him feel like this.

The third time, instead of feeling the emotional things, he focused on the ingredients!

The rice grains are slightly hard, and the shape is indica rice, which should be early indica rice. The ingredients are salt, monosodium glutamate, onions, carrots...... Wang Hao felt the contents of this fried rice through observation and taste, and finally recorded him in a notebook.

After trying it a dozen times and almost eating up a plate of fried rice, he thought he had found everything!

The next step was experimentation, so I started searching for ingredients. Everything is ready, and then the operation begins.

Within twenty minutes, he made his first serving, and then began to taste the first bite by himself, but unexpectedly, this plate of fried rice did not taste right, and it did not feel like when he ate it himself.

As a chef, the taste of every meal has been remembered by him, and this one is definitely different from the previous one.

Although there is an onion, it will stimulate the taste buds when eating, and there is a slight glitch, but there is no sadness from the bottom of my heart!

"Rice should be overnight!" Wang Hao felt that there was something wrong with his rice, so he returned to the square, here, the ingredients are innumerable, he can have whatever he wants, even if it is overnight rice, as long as he wants, there will be it!

In other words, if he wants to see hundreds of years of red wine also exist, no one stipulates that long-term red wine can't be cooked, right?

But this time, it didn't smell like that.

Wang Hao began to be fascinated, he experimented again and again, and every time he finished eating that spoonful of fried rice, he would throw it aside, because the taste was wrong!

One for one, ten for ten, hundreds for hundred! Thousands of servings! By the end of the day, he had tried all the ingredients and cooking methods he could try, but after all, he didn't have that kind of taste, and he was always so close to the door.

"What the hell was wrong with me!" Wang Hao sat on the ground, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so he yelled at the sky, only that person could answer himself.

"Think for yourself, experience for yourself, what you can do, but your perception is not enough." The voice came, but the figure was nowhere to be seen.

Can it be done? Can it be done? It can be done!

I don't feel enough, what is the difference, what is missing.

This time, Wang Hao maintained the posture of sitting on the ground, and did not rush to experiment with the possibilities he didn't expect, but sat here, thinking about what he was missing.

Just like that, it felt like he had been sitting here for a day and a night, but because there was no hunger, no sense of powerlessness, he didn't know the exact passage of events, and at this moment, he stood up!

"Sad?" Wang Hao walked back to the pot and began to whisper.

Dice the garnish and beat the eggs and stir well. The overnight indica rice is put into the pot and stir-fried, the eggs are poured into it, stir-fried again, and then the side dishes are added.

This time, his operation was not in a hurry, he did not deliberately consider the amount of salt, there was no specific number of diced carrots to put in, everything was naturally put in with his hand.

Ten minutes later, a plate of fried rice appeared in his hand, and without trying or tasting it, Wang Hao just held it and stood in place.

"I'm done." Wang Hao said to the surroundings.

"Done?" At this moment, a man appeared in front of him, with a strange expression, both surprised and satisfied.

The man picked up the spoon beside him, tasted it, and set it aside. "Here, I don't feel sad, you actually said that you are done, and from the time you finished until now, you have not tasted a bite, a chef should be the first to taste the taste of this dish."

"No, you don't! I believe in myself, and I did. Wang Hao said confidently.

"The feeling of sadness is in your fried rice, it is a unique taste, in it, there is your feeling, there is your life. But I didn't, I grieved, but I also forgot. I have been happy, uncomfortable, painful and helpless, everyone's life has their own feelings, and now I am more happy than sad, so I can't make a gloomy ecstasy. ”

"God of Food! Nice to see you! Wang Hao looked at the other party's face and smiled!

"You're out of school!" The man returned the same smile!