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"That's nature..."

Seeing that the "little master" didn't ask about her sister-in-law again, Yao Yan also showed a flower-like smile on her face, and said, "Then do you mind showing me a hand?"

"Why not...", his face was full of arrogance, and his tone was even more middle two.

"Then please move to the back kitchen. Seeing the "little master" who exuded the smell of secondary school disease all over his body, Yao Yan also replied to the second year of secondary school rarely.

The two immediately left the hall and went to the back kitchen.

In the back kitchen, some of the many figures are carving with ingredients, some are washing vegetables and doing chores, and a little is checking the seasoning and equipment.

It's still the same as the last time Wang Yue transformed into Conan to visit.

When they saw Yao Yan walking into the kitchen with Wang Yue, they were still the same as last time, they invariably stopped what they were doing, and greeted Yao Yan: "Mr. Yao!"

"Employees can prepare so actively every day, and say hello in unison, Yao Yan is really a good talent!"

Seeing this scene that was exactly the same as before, Wang Yue's heart was full of emotion.

"You're busy!"

Yao Yan nodded to everyone, and then took Wang Yue to the vegetable shelf: "What are you going to cook?"

Seeing the many fresh ingredients on the vegetable storage shelf, Wang Yue thought for two seconds, then stepped forward and stretched out his hands, picked up two eggs left and right, held them in front of him and said to Yao Yan: "Feel free, let's have an egg fried rice!"

Yao Yan naturally had no objections, took Wang Yue to the stove, and helped him prepare a large bowl of leftover rice overnight.

When Yao Yan prepared leftover rice for Wang Yue, Wang Yue was not idle, and made some preparations in advance, such as preparing the chopped green onions necessary for egg fried rice, as well as the seasoning flavor, etc., in a convenient place.

After the preparation is completed, Wang Yue opens the stove to heat the pot, puts oil, beats eggs, rice, stir-frying, seasoning...

Wang Yue acted quickly according to the practice in his memory.

In just a minute or so, a bowl of golden fried rice is ready.

At the moment of cooking, a thick aroma of fried rice suddenly emanated from the pot and slowly spread to the entire kitchen.

"It smells so good!"

Smelling the strong aroma of fried rice, Yao Yan praised with intoxication.

"Is this still egg fried rice? It can be fried with such a strong aroma of fried rice!"

"It's also the first time I've learned that egg fried rice can be stir-fried with such a strong aroma. ”

"Egg fried rice can make such a fragrance, this young man's cooking skills are very high!"

“......”

The chefs who were preparing in the back kitchen smelled the strong aroma of fried rice, and they also temporarily put down their work and talked about it.

Hearing everyone's praise, Wang Yue smiled slightly, and then divided the golden fried rice into several portions in a rice bowl and served it to everyone: "You taste the taste." ”

Of course, Yao Yan was the first person to enjoy this treatment.

Smelling the tempting aroma, everyone's appetite was opened, and when they saw the fried rice delivered to them, they picked it up and tasted it.

"Yes!"

Yao Yan, who was the first to taste the golden fried rice, suddenly widened her eyes in shock: "It's delicious, it's so delicious..."

Although it was delicious, Yao Yan didn't cry for this reason, but Yao Yan remembered her father.

Since Yao Yan's father passed away, she has never eaten such a delicious dish (rice) again, and now she has eaten enough dishes to compare with the dishes made by her father, she naturally remembered her father, so her eyes were full of tears.

"It's delicious!"

"It's a superchef's cooking!"

"When Brother Yao was still there, I also ate the dishes he cooked, and now this golden fried rice is almost the same as the dishes made by Brother Yao. ”

“.....”

After Yao Yan, the endless praise of the chefs also resounded again.

"By the way, who is this young man? How old is he? Has he won the title of Special Chef? I remember that the youngest special chef in our Chinese country is Zhang Zezhi, the record set by Zhang Chushen when he was 20 years old!"

"Shhhhh

There was a sound of inhaling cool air.

"Judging from his appearance, this young man is only about fourteen or fifteen years old!"

"Fourteen or fifteen-year-old special chefs, this is going to cause an uproar in the culinary world!"

"It seems that the youngest special chef in the history of China is about to be replaced!"

"I can only praise it, the hero is a teenager! At such a young age, his cooking skills have reached such a level. ”

“....”

The chefs gathered together and whispered praise.

At the same time, Yao Yan wiped away the tears in her eyes, listened to the discussions of the chefs, and couldn't help but smile on her face, leaving only one sentence in her mind: Ju went downstairs and was saved.

Still at the same time, Wang Yue picked up a bowl of golden fried rice and tasted it.

After all, last night's dinner, Wang Yue thought that it was the cause of the stove coal fire, and did not achieve the point of satisfying him.

"Huh!"

After tasting it, Wang Yue suddenly wondered: "The taste is much better than last night, but there is still a big gap with the taste in my memory?"

"What the hell is wrong with this?" Wang Yue couldn't help frowning, falling into thought...

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Yao Yan recovered from her emotions, and when she saw Wang Yue frowning and contemplative, she couldn't help but ask with curiosity on her face, but because she didn't know Wang Yue's name at this time, she used the word "Hey" instead of a title.

Hearing Yao Yan's voice, Wang Yue also sobered up from his contemplation, looked at Yao Yan with a curious face, frowned, and said: "The egg fried rice I made in the past should be better than this one, but for some reason, I just can't make egg fried rice like before, and I can't find a reason why it is like this." ”

"Such a delicious egg fried rice, isn't it your limit?" Yao Yan suddenly stared at Wang Yue with a shocked face.

Closing his eyes and savoring the taste in his memory, Wang Yue opened his eyes and nodded affirmatively to Yao Yan with a serious face: "Yes!"

Hearing Wang Yue's affirmative reply, Yao Yan looked at Wang Yue carefully in disbelief, and saw that his face was serious, not like he was lying, so he also asked with a serious face: "Really?"

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, his cooking skills are already on par with that of a superchef, this incident alone is enough to shock most people, but at this time, this young man actually said that this is not his limit, I think without facts, so people will be like Yao Yan, half-believed.

"En!" Wang Yue's face was full of seriousness, and his eyes were full of affirmation to look directly at Yao Yan's inquiring gaze.

After looking at Wang Yue with a serious face for a few seconds, Yao Yan turned around and walked towards the office: "Follow me!"