Hungry, the table full of dishes was swept away in less than twenty minutes.

However, after eating a table of dishes, everyone was still a little unsatisfied.

Yuan Yongyi poured the last bit of broth in the bowl into her mouth, drank it all up, and then licked her lips and muttered: "It seems that I haven't eaten staple food!" ”

Her words immediately reminded Zhong Zhentao on the side: "Fried rice!" ”

"That's right! And fried rice didn't eat! ”

Yuan Yongyi looked at Dai Long and Li Yi, and said with a smile: "God of food, God of Cooking, the fried rice you promised us hasn't been fried yet!" ”

When Li Yi heard this, he smiled and wiped his hands with a wet tissue before asking, "Fry now, can you eat it?" ”

"Of course I can eat it!"

Yuan Yongyi patted her stomach boldly: "It's no problem for me to eat two more bowls!" ”

"Okay then."

Li Yi gave Dai Long an inquiring look: "Master Dai, do you want to rest for a while?" ”

"No, you can't make everyone hungry!"

Dai Long also wiped his hands and got up with a smile.

The two of them went back to the back kitchen.

Seeing this, everyone at the table also followed to the back kitchen with great interest.

The camera crew has set up the camera, and the audience in the live broadcast room is equally excited.

"It's coming, it's coming! The showdown of the strongest fried rice in history. ”

"Who is the strongest king of fried rice? Is it a small master, or is it ...... I'm sorry, but I'm on the stage. ”

"God of Kitchen VS God of Food, the PK of the Century!"

"Now coming to us is the head chef of the "Chinese Restaurant" program group, Chef Li Yi Li, who has the title of kitchen god!

He is proficient in countless exquisite cooking skills, and has made countless classic and delicious dishes, even lost famous dishes, which have also been reproduced by his hands! ”

"Good guys, is this an introduction to the Olympics?"

"Welcome to the scene of the world's first kitchen meeting, the two sides of today's match, are the kitchen god Li Yi and the food god Dai Long, their competition is fried ~ rice ~~~~ !!"

"Tang Niu is the real god of food! I support Tang Niu! ”

"Li Yi, Li Yi, we love you!"

"I love Wu Lei! I love Wu Lei! ”

“……”

"Beat him!"

In the ridicule of the audience, Li Yi and Dai Long had already cleaned the stove.

"Master Dai."

Li Yi came to the fresh-keeping cabinet and took out the rice that had been steamed last night, before turning around and smiling at Dai Long: "There are ice-good rice, eggs, and dried goods here, you can use them as you like." ”

Dai Long stepped forward and looked at the ingredients prepared in the fresh-keeping cabinet, but did not move.

After a moment of contemplation, he stepped forward and took out five eggs and a handful of shallots from the crisper.

He then went to the sink and rinsed the eggs and shallots carefully before returning to the desk.

Taking two small bowls, he opened the washed eggs, drained the whites into one bowl, and poured the separated yolks into the other.

Then he separated the shallots from the center of the white onion and the green onion leaves, and chopped them into pieces.

After preparing this, he came to the rice tray that Li Yi took out, dug out a large piece of rice with a rice spoon, and put it into a stainless steel basin.

Back at the desk, he put on plastic gloves, kneaded the egg yolk in the bowl, stirred well, and then poured it over the rice in the basin and stirred it with his hands.

Soon, he mixed the rice and egg yolks together.

The snow-white rice grains had been coated with a layer of golden egg liquid, and the grains were distinct, and all the clumpy rice balls were all kneaded and broken up by him.

In the live broadcast room, the audience watched it seriously, and exchanged barrages from time to time.

"This is going to make egg fried rice, right?"

"I learned from Brother Yi to make it, and the fried rice mixed with egg yolk is indeed golden brown."

"Isn't it cooking fried rice for the god of food? How do you use this little thing? ”

"Nothing unusual to look at, huh? Am I missing something? ”

Dai Long didn't pay attention to the barrage, he mixed the rice and came to the stove.

After setting up the wok and heating it, he took the wok, scooped out half a spoonful of lard from the lard basin, and put it in the pan.

The lard condenses on the sauté pan, but as the temperature of the bottom of the pan increases, the lard quickly melts and gradually falls into the bottom of the pan.

Dai Long waited until a little lard accumulated at the bottom of the pot, then stirred the frying spoon, so that all the lard cubes in the spoon fell into the pot, and quickly melted as he stirred.

As the lard melted, a smell of oil residue gradually wafted out.

After shabu-shabu shabu in the oil, he put the frying spoon on the edge of the pan, then stretched out the spoon and dug out half a spoonful of chicken fat in the fat basin, and poured it into the pot.

The congealed chicken fat also has a golden yellow color, like butter.

When he poured it into the pot, the chicken fat quickly melted and turned into a bright golden grease, which was mixed with the lard.

Seeing Dai Long's operation, Li Yi smiled silently and nodded secretly.

Compound oil is the secret weapon of professional chefs, Dai Long uses lard to enhance the fragrance, chicken fat to enhance the color, fried fried rice, the color and aroma can not be outstanding.

Seeing that the compound oil was stirred evenly and the oil temperature was rising, Dai Long took the rice bowl and put the rice mixed in the basin into the pot.

When the rice was put into the pot, Dai Long quickly stirred it with a frying spoon to let the rice slide quickly.

Then, he put the green onion into the pot and stir-fried it with the rice.

Holding the edge of the pot and pushing and pulling the pot on the edge of the stove, Dai Long looked a little struggling.

After a few flips, he laughed self-deprecatingly.

But he didn't say anything, he was still stirring the rice in the pan and pushing them apart with the bottom of the sauté spoon.

As he stir-fried, the egg yolks around the rice in the pot had all condensed on the rice, wrapping it all.

The color of the eggs fried in chicken fat is also particularly bright, a piece of golden yellow, very beautiful.

The white onion that had been put into the pot before gradually released bursts of green onion fragrance after being heated, and floated out of the pot.

Smelling this aroma, Yuan Yongyi couldn't help but swallow her saliva and praised: "It's so fragrant!" ”

Wu Lei also nodded in agreement, and subconsciously licked his lips.

As a native of Modu, he is particularly familiar with the aroma of this scallion oil.

After seeing that the rice in the pot was gradually drying, Dai Long put half of the green onion leaves into the pot.

Then, Dai Long turned on the flame, scorched the bottom of the pot with a fierce fire, and the speed of frying also sped up a few points, stir-frying sharply.

The high temperature at the bottom of the pot scorched the rice grains and green onion leaves, making the green onion flavor even more intense.

But because of the blazing heat, after touching the bottom of the pot for a long time, the rice grains and green onion leaves began to burn slightly, releasing a slight green smoke.

Dai Long used a sauté pan to swing the center of the bottom of the pot, which was the hottest area in the pot.

The rice grains remaining in the center of the bottom of the pot were heated by the high temperature, and they began to jump up on the bottom of the pot as if they were on a trampoline.

In the live broadcast room, the audience who saw this scene launched a barrage.

"Dancing fried rice!"

"I've finally met the dancing emperor fried rice!"

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