Li Yi put the frying spoon in the pot, and used the technique of turning the pot upside down the rice and landed in the stir-fry spoon.

Then, he placed the sauté spoon on top of the plate and shook it slightly, and the rice grains fell like broken gold grains.

Soon, the golden grains of rice piled up into a golden hill, exuding a rich aroma of shallots and eggs.

"Wow! It's beautiful! ”

Wu Lei was amazed.

The photographer had already stepped forward and brought the camera closer to take a close-up.

In the close-up shot, a mountain of gold is piled up in the center of the white jade-like porcelain plate, and the effect is comparable to that of a work of art.

"Brother, what is your surname?"

Master Ma stepped forward and asked Li Yi in a sincere tone.

"Your surname is Li, my name is Li Yi."

"Master Li."

Master Ma nodded and exclaimed: "Your fried rice is so good, I have never seen you so strong." ”

"If you pass the prize, it's all basic skills." Li Yi said politely.

"You call this all basic skills, then we won't do it."

Master Ma made a joke with a complicated expression, and then asked curiously: "You have a teacher, right?" ”

Such a solid basic skill cannot be practiced since childhood.

"There is no teacher, I have figured it out myself." Li Yi explained casually.

“……”

Master Ma looked at him speechlessly, obviously not believing his words.

However, Master Ma didn't ask any more, but pointed to the small half-pot fried rice left in his pot and asked, "Can I taste a little?" Learn about it. ”

"Yes, he's got enough of it."

Li Yi casually poured the remaining small half of the fried rice onto the plate on the side.

Wu Lei looked at it and muttered a little distressed: "Actually, it's not very ......."

But Master Ma couldn't take care of him, so he directly took a spoon over, and couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful of fried rice and pour it into his mouth.

He deliberately poured it because it would show how loose the fried rice was.

There is no doubt that Li Yi's fried rice is absolutely loose and clean.

Closing his mouth and chewing gently, Master Ma gradually showed a smile and shook his head.

"Master, how is it?"

The assistant chef on the side couldn't help but ask.

Master Ma stretched out two fingers and swallowed the rice in his mouth before sighing, "Just two words, slash gas!" ”

"Gas?"

Hearing Master Ma's evaluation, Wu Lei didn't understand what it meant, so he asked Li Yi: "Brother Yi, what is Qiqi?" ”

"Jie qi, also known as pot gas, is the essence of Chinese stir-fry."

Li Yi explained: "It is a special fire flavor made by stir-frying over a fierce fire, which is a special aroma produced after the food is roasted at a high temperature of more than 200 °C, and the caramelization reaction and Maillard reaction occur.

Cantonese chefs pay more attention to slashing, especially stir-fried dishes, which must be slashed to be qualified.

A vigorous dish must meet four requirements, which are hot, fast, dry, and fragrant.

The heat is to be high enough, and the temperature of the pot should be at least 200 degrees when stir-frying, so as to stimulate the charing reaction of the ingredients.

The temperature of the pot should also be hot, and when the guests eat it, they can feel the obvious hotness, which is enough to slash the gas.

Fast means that the speed of frying should be fast, avoid sticking to the pot, and let the ingredients mature quickly while maintaining the original sweetness.

Dry means that the texture of the dish should be dry enough, and the standard is that there is juice without juice, with thick without thickening, and without oil, so that it will not be greasy.

The incense is the pot gas aroma produced by the Maillard reaction.

Maillard reaction is a non-enzymatic browning reaction of food, also known as non-enzymatic browning.

To put it bluntly, it is the taste formed by the browning of ingredients at high temperatures.

It's like the pot that forms at the bottom of the pot when you cook rice or claypot rice, and the part that comes into contact with the bottom of the pot turns brown when you cook rice, fried noodles, or fried rice noodles. ”

Hearing this, Wu Lei finally understood: "I know!" When I was a child, my grandmother often bought me scallion pancakes to eat, and some places on the scallion pancakes would be fried to brown and browned, crispy and delicious, that is the pot gas, right? ”

"That's right."

Li Yi smiled and praised: "The son can be taught." ”

"Hey, hey!"

Wu Lei grinned with big teeth, like a student who was praised by a teacher when he went to school.

Listening to Li Yi's explanation, Master Ma also confirmed his guess.

This kid definitely has a teacher!

Otherwise, how could he know so much about slashing?

Scooping up another spoonful of rice and tasting it carefully, he became more and more sure.

Li Yi's fried rice is purely showing off his skills!

Swallowing the rice in his mouth, he turned back to the cook, "Haven't you always understood what it means to have a slash?" You'll find out if you try it! It's called squeezing! ”

The assistant chef stepped forward suspiciously, picked up the spoon and tasted it, and suddenly his eyes widened: "! It smells so good! ”

Seeing him amazed, the other chefs couldn't help it, and stepped forward with spoons one after another, gathered around the plates, you spoonful, I tasted it spoonful.

"! That's a lot of gas! Dry and fragrant! ”

"What a cow! It's pure technical work! It's so ruthless! ”

The chefs kept screaming, and they were all a little shocked.

Master Ma gave Li Yi a thumbs up and praised him sincerely: "Master Li, I took your kung fu, it's amazing!" ”

Li Yi smiled: "It's not difficult, you can fry it if you try a few more times." ”

"I really can't come."

Master Ma shook his head again and again, his face a little embarrassed.

He still knows very well how many pounds and taels he has.

Li Yi's water fried rice is indeed not complicated, it relies on pure fried skills, but it is this pure fried skills, which cannot be learned by others.

It's like Curry telling a varsity player that it's not hard to shoot a three-pointer, just aim at the basket and throw it inside.

In his opinion, this may not be difficult.

But for others, it's hard.

Therefore, Li Yi may really think that others can do it if they practice more.

But in Master Ma's ears, his words seemed a bit Versailles.

Seeing that they were eating sweetly, Wu Lei couldn't help it.

Taking a spoon from the cupboard, he took the plate, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and put it in his mouth.

After the well-defined grains of rice enter the mouth, a fiery burnt aroma spreads.

Wu Lei raised his eyebrows and looked at the woks on the side.

He seemed to be able to feel what kind of blazing fire these rice grains were wrapped in when they were just churning in the pot!

Is this the slash?

It smells so good!

He even felt that even if he used this method, he could eat clean by simply stir-frying a portion of white rice and putting nothing down!

Looking down at the protein kettle on his waist, and then at the fragrant and steamy fried rice in front of him, Wu Lei suddenly wanted to cry.

That's what people eat!

"Brother Yi..."

He looked at Li Yi blankly: "Can you cook for me every day in the future?" ”

Li Yi: "......"

Cameraman: "......"

"Say something that can be broadcast."

Li Yi glanced at the time, and the almond tofu was still a few minutes away.

Knock knock!

At the kitchen door, the front office manager knocked anxiously on the door: "What are you doing?" How many times have the guests been urged? ”

The cooks, who were intoxicated by the fried rice squeezing, remembered their duties, hurriedly put down their spoons, and ran back to the stove, where they were busy with their work.

Seeing this, Li Yi wiped his hands: "Don't disturb other people's work, go out to eat!" ”

With that, he turned and left the kitchen.

Wu Lei held the plate in one hand and stuffed the fried rice with a spoon in the other, enjoying it.

What is the meaning of life?

Being able to eat such delicious fried rice is worth it in this life!