Xiao Yueyue said he was very dissatisfied. If you dig it with a spoon, you will say there are 67 grains of rice. What are you cheating?

Others are embarrassed to count in front of Zhou Dong. If they count sixty-eight and sixty-nine, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face in public? But he was embarrassed and took Zhou Dong’s spoon and said, “I’ll count for my master.”

After counting carefully three times, Xiao Yueyue's eyes were straightened and he looked at Zhou Dong blankly: "Brother, I'm okay with calling your brother? How did you do it!"

If he hadn't just seen Zhou Dong dig a tablespoon of fried rice from the plate, and the spoon was also an ordinary product in the Mushroom House, he would have suspected that Zhou Dong was a magician.

"The experienced butcher doesn't need to weigh the meat when dividing the meat. One knife can be accurate to how many taels of money. The carpenter can judge the year of the wood without looking at the rings. This is called familiarity!

The same is true for your brother Zhou. If you eat more and do more, you will naturally have a good job in your heart. Do you still need to ask?"

Guo Qigang glared at Xiao Yueyue, but I didn't even say I wanted to count Mili, I can do it! If Brother Zhou makes any mistakes, wouldn't you let me get out of Taiwan? What if I get annoyed, can you settle your master's affairs?

The "master" that Guo Qigang mentioned was neither a crosstalk nor a storyteller. It was an old man who had kindness to him when he was in Kyoto, and he was called a godfather.

Although Lao Guo is a little arrogant and prone to offend others, he is the most grateful. All the disciples in his name call this old man the "master".

"This is really amazing..."

Seeing that Teacher Guo and Teacher Yu and the others didn't talk anymore, Teacher He couldn't help it: "Brother Zhou, do we have the chance to eat this plum blossom fried rice today?"

Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, if Zhou Dong can really make a piece of egg flower with five grains of rice, it would be a big eye. Although Teacher He is in his forties, he still has a childlike heart and a strong curiosity.

Zhou Dong smiled: "It seems that if I don't make this plum blossom fried rice today, everyone will have any opinions. I will stir-fry a plate and let everyone taste it."

When he walked into the kitchen, Zhou Dong washed his hands, pinched the overnight rice in the bowl with one hand, beat the egg liquid with the other hand, and applied it with both hands, just like fighting with both hands, each drawing a circle.

This is the basic operation for making fried rice with eggs. Even if the rice is cold overnight, it is difficult to ensure that the grains are dispersed. You must ensure that all of them are pinched open; do not use chopsticks or egg beaters to make foam with egg whisks, just beat them evenly, otherwise the fried egg flowers will not be golden enough.

"Dahua, it's enough to get hot, don't fan the air..."

Zhou Dong took a look at the medium heat of the stove. The stewed pot with chopped wood is the most fragrant. It is a bit worse for stir-frying some fine dishes, unlike the stove in a restaurant that is easy to control the firepower.

So I can only let Dahua raise the heat to the highest level, then stop fanning, cool down the oil, and use my hands to air the pot. I judged that the oil temperature should reach about 70 degrees, and then poured the egg liquid in.

It is difficult to control the firewood chopping, so Zhou Dong chose to let the big iron pot heat up naturally under fire. This kind of big pot can only shake but not shake it. He didn't want to be too shocking, so he just relied on the skill of frying spoons.

Not long after the egg liquid was put into the pot, it turned golden yellow. Zhou Dong's fried spoon suddenly turned like rain, and it was a bit urgent, just like a phoenix nodding. The large egg skin was divided into countless egg flowers by him in the blink of an eye!

Guo Qigang poked his head and looked into the pot, and saw a sudden sweat. Zhou Dong's technique was too fast. He divided countless egg flowers in such a short time, and with his eyesight, the shape and size of these egg flowers seemed to be indistinguishable.

I also wanted to look closely that the rice had already been put into the pot, but Zhou Dong saw him holding a spoon in one hand and walking around the pot at the same time. He stopped a few steps, and then stopped a few steps, as if there was a certain frequency, which was very similar to the various magical footwork described in martial arts novels.

At this time, the large iron pot has heated up to 100%. If you can't turn the pot, you have to rely on extremely fast methods to keep all the egg flowers and rice grains in a "close and separate" state from the wall of the pot, and it depends entirely on the speed of the hand.

In the eyes of everyone, a yellow dragon and a white dragon seemed to be flipping in the big iron pot. Under Zhou Dong's fried spoon, the two dragons flew around the pot, occasionally passing by, and at the same time, the strong aroma of rice and eggs overflowed from the pot.

Zhou Dong is still only specializing in the level of frying skills. He is probably the level of a special second-level chef. He has to take into account the heat of eggs and rice at the same time. It is such a big iron pot. Fortunately, he practiced many times in the system, and practice made perfect, so that everyone could see this wonderful scene!

"Calm the fire!"

With Zhou Dong shouting loudly, Dahua rushed to pour a basin of water into the stove. At the same time, Zhou Dong grabbed a handful of chopped green onions and threw them into the plum blossom fried rice that was about to be ripe.

This is the simplest fried rice, only using eggs, rice, salt and green onions; but it is also the most complicated fried rice, which depends entirely on the chef's techniques and heat control. You must also take the time to make a piece of egg flower with five grains of rice, one more grain or one less grain of rice, which cannot be called "Plum Blossom Fried Rice"!

The egg fragrance is rich and domineering, and the rice fragrance is elegant and outspoken.

It can be judged that the egg aroma of this plum blossom fried rice is as rich as that of the golden egg fried rice, but it can never conceal the aroma of rice that explodes after being heated and tasted.

This is something that golden egg fried rice can't be done anyway.

When this plate of plum blossom fried rice was brought to the table, although it was not as shiny as the "Golden Egg Fried Rice", it captured the hearts of a group of foodies with its purest taste.

Xiao Yueyue's saliva flowed to her chest without knowing it. She was glaring at her master, and then she hurriedly wiped it clean with a napkin, then picked up the spoon and stretched it into the plate.

"Ding Ding Ding Dangdang"

It turns out that no one is much slower than each other. It is probably because of being too anxious that four or five spoons collided in the air.

"Wait a moment!"

Teacher He suddenly shouted loudly and stopped these foodies.

"I would like to make a suggestion. When you eat this plum blossom fried rice, it is best to slow down and find out a little bit... Just follow the ratio of one egg flower with five grains of rice. In the end, if there is no egg flower and one grain of rice left, it means that the plum blossom fried rice is 100% successful."

Teacher He smiled and said, "Brother Zhou, do you think this is OK?

I just hope to present this magical plum blossom fried rice to the audience, let everyone know that there are such great chefs in this world, and let everyone know how magical my Chinese chef is!"

Zhou Dong smiled and said, "I have no problem. Actually, I haven't checked it one by one. It's best for everyone to help me find out."

Teacher He naturally would not have any malicious intentions, but he might not have just hoped to show the magic of "Plum Blossom Fried Rice" to the audience. He still had some inquiry ideas, and Zhou Dong knew this very well.

"So that?"

Xiao Yueyue's face collapsed as soon as he heard this. Isn't this way of eating to death? But since it was Teacher He's suggestion, even the master would not easily reject it, so he naturally did not dare to have any objections. He could only check and eat with everyone...

This will be the most impressive meal for celebrities, a piece of egg flowers and five grains of rice... I have never tried to keep this superb delicious food on the tip of my tongue for so long. On this beautiful night, plum blossom fried rice planted the most moving "delicious flower" in everyone's heart.

Two hours later, the plate was empty, and the stars were stunned when they looked at the clean rice plate.

There was actually no egg flower or a grain of rice left!

Zhou Dong said it and did it.

It was not until now that everyone understood that this was the most perfect ratio between eggs and rice!

***

"It's only now that I understand that a truly top chef is not a human being, because ordinary people don't have such talent at all!"

It was late at night, and Guo Qigang quietly walked into the yard and looked at Teacher Yu who had been waiting for him in the thatched pavilion for a long time: "Old Yu, your eyesight is really unspeakable.

If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that in China, in addition to the new owners of Suiyuan, there are still people who can make 'Plum Blossom Fried Rice'..."

Teacher Yu smiled and said, "This is OK. Since Brother Zhou can make plum blossom fried rice, he will definitely be able to solve the problem given by the owner of Suiyuan.

But you have to be mentally prepared. In order to win you, Brother Zhou has made even the 'Plum Blossom Fried Rice'. I'm afraid the dish he asked you to try is not simple?"

Guo Qigang laughed and said, "What's the simple thing? I haven't seen any scenes of my brother? Besides, with Brother Zhou's craftsmanship, even if he tried to cook, how can it be eaten? Maybe it's another delicious dish in the world..."
Chapter completed!