Chapter 47: Fried Rice
A man riding a tall horse came over, dressed in a cold official uniform, majestic and imposing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Uncle Nine shouted and stopped Shao'an's next move.
"Everyone, get out of the way, Admiral Li is here." Two men who looked like squires next to the horse shouted.
In an instant, there was a lot of discussion among the people around.
"That person is Admiral Li."
"I didn't expect to finally meet the real person today, I just heard his name before."
Helping the little master to stand up, Wu Xian looked at Admiral Li who came over and was amazed: "This is the life coach of the little master, the person who started his turning point is really unusual." ”
"Thank you" The little master clasped his fists and saluted to thank Wu Xian for his help just now.
After waving his hand, he signaled that it was okay.
saw Shao An running over quickly, kneeling down on one knee and clenching his fists.
"See Admiral Li, thank you for appointing me as the new person in charge of Ju Xialou this time."
took out the letter of appointment from his arms and showed it to Admiral Li, and Shao An looked proud.
Without reading the appointment letter at all, Admiral Li said: "It seems that you have misunderstood what I mean, how can you be appointed to such an important position as the head chef of a state-run restaurant before the chef's skills are determined." ”
What the! Shao'an's face changed drastically.
When the little master heard this, he immediately felt hope again and wiped away his tears.
"Admiral, what do you mean?"
"Whether or not to appoint you as the new head chef will have to be tasted by me before I can make a formal decision, and stamp it to recognize you as the head chef."
So that's the case, Shao An exhaled lightly: "Then Admiral, may I ask what kind of food you want to taste." ”
"Well, then it's fried rice."
Hearing that it was fried rice, Shao An crooked his brows, in Chinese cuisine, fried rice is the basis of the basic dish, and with this, you can easily see the chef's skills, it seems that Admiral Li really deserves his reputation, but this is not difficult for me.
Fang Buddha has the belief of victory, Shao'an invited Admiral Li to enter the Juxia Building.
In the kitchen, three stoves are burning passionately, and Shao'an is showing his skills on the side.
Wu Xian, the little master, and the masters who went downstairs from Ju watched from the side, and they were a little puzzled when they saw such a strange scene.
"Why do you use three iron pots to make a serving of fried rice, and what do you do with the other two?"
"And he still has soup boiling in that pot, even if he wants to flavor the fried rice, it will destroy the most dry and delicious aroma of the fried rice."
"What the hell is he trying to do?"
It's a quick knife technique, just put the ingredients on the table, and in a few kung fu, it was actually processed, you must know that there is a lot of seafood in it, and it is not so easy to deal with it.
But looking at the surface and the inner layer, it was cleaned and cleaned, and there was no waste of it, this is just a first-class chef, and it is really hard to imagine what kind of knife work a special chef is.
I had only seen how they cooked on TV before, but I didn't expect to know that a good chef is also indispensable when he arrives here.
Suddenly, Shao An threw three iron pots into the air one after the other, as if performing a juggling, turning continuously.
The heat is boiling and the fragrance is overflowing, and then he puts the cooked seafood on the fried rice, and pours it with the boiled soup, and suddenly a smell of seafood and fragrant fried rice comes out of the pot.
Admiral Li was waiting at the table, when suddenly a burst of aroma came, and when he opened his eyes, the fried rice made by Shao An was placed in front of him.
Lifting the cover, an even stronger smell hit his nose.
The sides of the fried rice are colorful with seafood and mountain flavors, and it looks very comfortable visually.
Pick up the spoon and take a gentle bite.
This is?
"Fishy smells such as shrimp, crabs, shark fins, and seafood should be negative here, but how did he deal with it?"
"This plate of fried rice combines the essence of seafood and mountain flavors, and there are no shortcomings at all, and it tastes like wandering in the sea or playing in a mountain stream."
Everything forms two big words - delicious.
Raising his head, Admiral Li was very surprised: "It's really amazing, it is worthy of being known as the Sichuan Fairy Mei Master, and the craftsmanship of the first disciple Shao'an, it is indeed worthy of its name." ”
"Admiral Qi, I take the liberty of saying that I think my craftsmanship has completely surpassed that of Master Mei."
"Surpassing my mom, how is it possible." The little master was sluggish.
Really talking big words are not afraid to flash his tongue, how can Master Mei's craftsmanship be comparable to someone like you Wu Xian looked at Shao An coldly.
"Admiral, it should be ready to be stamped now."
"Wait, I'm going to eat too." The little master came to his senses and ran over, but was stopped by the admiral's guards.
With a quick step, Wu Xian kicked them to the ground with two direct kicks.
Taking advantage of this time, the little master ran over to pick up the spoon, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
When I can kick the two big men too, although they didn't pay attention, but it doesn't matter.
After tasting it, the little master muttered to himself: "The fishy smell of seafood has disappeared, but the fragrance of seafood is still in this plate of fried rice, and I can still feel a unique taste in it." ”
"I know, it turned out to be coriander with pickled Jinhua ham."
"It turned out to be coriander."
"No, this fried rice is really delicious, but it definitely doesn't surpass my mother's craftsmanship."
"Little ghost, shut up for me, even if you are Master Mei's son, you are just a little ghost, how can you know that my fried rice is not as good as Master Mei."
"I've been playing in the kitchen since I was a kid, and it's like a playground for me, and I can be sure that your fried rice is definitely not as good as my mother's handiwork."
"Hmph, Master Mei is no longer alive, you little ghost is ashamed to tease my fried rice like this, of course, if you can make Master Mei's fried rice, I will have nothing to say." Shaoan shrugged, unconcerned.
"I can make it, I hope Admiral Li can be a witness." The voice of the little master came.
"Oh? Let me start by saying that there is no room for ambiguity in the chef's cooking, and even if you are just a child, if you cook a random dish, you may be guilty of a felony. ”
"I know," the little master solemnly clenched his fists.
"Little master, how can you make it, don't be reckless here." Ah Ling was very anxious.
But the little master ignored it completely, went to the kitchen, and prepared the stove.
Everything you need for fried rice is placed next to it, and the little master recalls what his mother cooked.
The first is the scrambled eggs, which must be stirred quickly and evenly fried until they are half cooked, and then the rice must be added to the rice, which must be separated one by one, and then gently mixed with the eggs.
Wait until the eggs are mixed with the rice, season them with salt and pepper to smothering out the flavor and aroma of all the ingredients in an instant.
Quickly shaking the iron pot, every bit of strength is just right.
This is the essence of flame cuisine, Chinese cuisine.
Put the fried rice on the plate, and the little master took the plate and put it in front of Admiral Li.