Whether it's rice burnt or pot, it's the same thing.

The first time it appeared, perhaps a careless chef forgot to remove the rice kettle, causing the rice grains to dry up and freeze at the bottom of the kettle.

But after tasting its unique taste and concentrated rice aroma, people fell in love with its taste and even began to deliberately make rice burnt to eat.

The last piece of rice is scorched, and the fried rice on the plate has been covered with a layer of charred yellow pot, exuding a rich rice aroma.

Smelling this aroma, Dai Long, who was closest to him, suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of hunger.

This hunger surprised him a little, because he had just eaten a lot of food, and just before he went back to the kitchen, he felt a little stretched.

But the aroma opened his appetite and gave him an urge to feast.

Yuan Yongyi's impulse was stronger than his, and a spoonful had already scooped up a spoonful of fried rice with burnt rice and stuffed it into Yuan Yongyi's mouth.

When the fried rice was in the mouth, she chewed it a few times, looking a little puzzled.

But as the click of the rice burn being crushed sounded, she gradually began to dance with her eyebrows.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she stopped chewing, frowned and thought, and then chewed a few more times.

Zhong Zhentao, who was on the side, watched her expression change, and couldn't help asking, "What are you?" Is it delicious? ”

"Delicious... It's okay. ”

Yuan Yongyi chewed fried rice, with a happy smile on her face: "But it's very comfortable to eat." ”

"Comfortable?"

Zhong Zhentao didn't understand.

"It's just..."

Yuan Yongyi swallowed the fried rice in his mouth before explaining to him: "Did you have many brothers and sisters when you were a child, when you ate together?" Everyone rushed to eat together, and the food was enjoyable.

But there is not enough food at home, you are not full, and when you finally clean up the dishes and chopsticks, you find that there is still a little rice base in the rice cooker, you scrape it out, and you eat it alone, that's the feeling! ”

Listening to her story, Zhong Zhentao became more and more confused: "What brothers and sisters, what are you talking about?" ”

Yuan Yongyi hesitated, and then pushed him impatiently and urged: "Don't you know if you taste it yourself?" ”

Zhong Zhentao muttered a complaint, then picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and put it into his mouth.

The burnt rice in the mouth is indeed very crunchy, mixed with fried rice and chewed, the texture is very enjoyable, and the rice flavor is also very strong.

The fried rice wrapped in a layer of light lard also exudes the aroma of fat, but it is not too prominent, just just wrapping every grain of rice, and only releases its own aroma when chewing, and the more you chew, the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

Li Yi seems to have put less salt, and the taste of fried rice is a little light.

But it is precisely because it is relatively light that Zhong Zhentao has a sweet feeling.

And as he continued to chew, he tasted a trace of the taste of [Rich Elephant Pull], mixed with the taste of [One Palm Determines the World].

"Huh?"

He looked into the pot suspiciously, suspicious.

Could it be that the pot is not cleaned?

Li Yi saw his gaze and guessed his doubts in an instant, so he smiled and explained casually: "It's the taste in your mouth." ”

When Zhong Zhentao heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then reacted, hurriedly covered his mouth and sighed, and licked his teeth with his tongue.

No wonder there is the taste of [Rich Elephant Pull] and [One Palm Determines the World], it turns out that there is shredded meat stuck between the teeth...

Zhao Weizhuo and several people on the side also stepped forward one after another and tasted Li Yi's fried rice.

Dai Long observed them, listening carefully to their evaluations.

After a few people tasted it, they exchanged a few words with each other, and almost everyone mentioned "comfortable", without exception.

Comfortable eating?

Why is it comfortable?

Is it delicious or not?

Dai Long thought about it, but he still gathered his thoughts, took a step forward, and decided to try it himself.

Scooping up a spoonful of fried rice covered with burnt rice, he carefully looked left and right, sniffed the aroma, and then put it into his mouth.

In the entrance of fried rice, the aroma of burnt rice mixed with a faint aroma of lard and the refreshing aroma of green onions wafts out from between the rice grains.

This aroma... Looks a little worse!

Dai Long muttered in his heart, but chewed it subconsciously in his mouth.

Click! Click!

The rice that has been pressed by a frying spoon and smeared into a thin layer is charred and yellow, like a layer of crispy shell, which will crumble when you bite it.

The lard that wraps the rice grains begins to grow fragrant as you chew it.

This rice is indeed well done, the heat is just right, one more point will be pasty, and one less point will not be crispy enough.

And this salt mouth, this salt mouth ... Dai Long's eyes suddenly widened slightly, as if he realized something.

No wonder Yuan Yongyi and they all said that they were comfortable eating, this salt mouth is simply amazing!

The saltiness of fried rice is just right to enhance the freshness, but it is too weak.

When eating, this salt mouth will not bring pressure to the palate, but will create a light feeling.

In addition, as you chew in your mouth, the aroma of fried rice gradually blends with the residual aroma of vegetables in your mouth, making the fried rice, which originally only had three aromas: rice, oil, and green onions, instantly add countless layers.

And after swallowing this mouthful of fried rice, Dai Long even felt a kind of refreshment.

Experiencing the refreshing feeling in his mouth, Dai Long was silent for a moment, then suddenly put the spoon back, looked at Li Yi, and sighed with a smile: "Sure enough, it is the back waves of the Yangtze River that push the front waves, and your fried rice is better than me." ”

Hearing his words, everyone around him was stunned.

It's not even better, why did you admit defeat?

In the live broadcast room, the audience was also stunned.

"What's the situation? Why did Dai Long admit defeat directly? ”

"Are you kidding?"

"What? I haven't eaten a good meal yet! Why did you throw in the towel? ”

"The god of food is ashamed of himself! The God of Kitchen ascends to the top! ”

Looking at the questioning barrage on the display, Dai Long shook his head with a smile and explained: "I just said that it is too much to do subtraction when cooking is done."

Ah Yi's fried rice, just the proportion of salt, I am already ashamed of myself.

He didn't just subtract, he subtracted just right.

He didn't use eggs, but the aroma of the fried rice was not lacking at all, and the more you chewed it, the more fragrant it became.

He uses less salt than I do, but it's fresh enough and not too salty.

In addition, the amount of oil he uses is just right, which ensures that the rice grains are oily and not greasy at all......"

Speaking of which, Dai Long was a little speechless.

After analyzing the difference between the two meals, he also realized a problem.

That's Li Yi's fried rice, it seems to be really a grade better than him!

Turning his face to look at Li Yi, he asked seriously: "Does this fried rice have a name?" ”

"It's called fried rice, or it's called clear rice."

Li Yi explained casually.

This bowl of rice is a rice that Qianlong often ordered when he was reading and folding until late at night.

On weekdays, Qianlong's imperial food is not bad, and it is inevitable to eat greasy.

In the middle of the night, when he was hungry, but he was blocked by oil and water, he had no appetite, so Qianlong would ask Zhang Dongguan to fry a bowl of Qingkou rice, and while filling his stomach, he also suppressed the greasy feeling in his mouth and cleared his mouth, killing two birds with one stone.

"Qingkou rice should be called Qingkou rice."

Dai Long sighed with a complicated expression: "If I can fry such a clean meal in my life, my cooking skills will be considered home." ”

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