Liu Ruiying didn't believe that there was really the best fried rice in the world in this world. Even if the cook was Ma Wenchao, he found it incredible.

When it comes to eating, thousands of people have their mouths, and everyone's taste buds have their own habits. Just like Ye Xueyun, are there any delicious food in Zhongdu City? What kind of cuisine can't be found? As long as Ye Xueyun wants to eat, she just needs to talk to her uncle Wei Qilin. Even if she can't invite a "stunning" chef like Ma Wenchao, it must not be too bad.

But Ye Xueyun still never ate delicious food in Zhongdu City, and she would miss the chrysanthemum pot at home when she dreamed of it at midnight.

For those who don’t like rice, the world’s number one fried rice is not as good as the rice cooked by a vendor on the street. The chef can only define himself. If he insists on being the number one with such a big fanfare, it will cause a lot of controversy.

Ma Wenchao said that his fried rice is the best in the world, which is a bit too arrogant.

As for wine.

One hundred thousand taels per pot is already a sky-high price, but it is not impossible.

After all, wine is no different from other products. For alcoholics, no matter how bland the wine is, it can be a priceless treasure, such as the famous wine from Zhenbeiwang Realm, and the Three Tai Sui. It does not have to be a bad position in the world of the Ou Family.

Everyone thinks that the king of the Northern King Shangguan Xuyao ​​is a lazy and lazy prince, but even such a prince who seems to care about nothing firmly controls the famous wine "Three Tai Sui" in his own hands.

Every year, the income from the "Three Tai Sui" wine alone can satisfy the salary of the border troops.

So Liu Ruiying told Ma Wenchao that the wine was 100,000 taels, but he just listened to it and didn't take it seriously. But the rich fragrance coming from behind him could not deceive people.

"Why is the best in the world?"

Ye Xueyun asked.

She didn't have as much thought as Liu Ruiying, and she said whatever she wanted and did not give Ma Wenchao any mercy.

In her mind, there was no word for concern, and she asked what she thought of, otherwise it would be very uncomfortable to hold it in her heart.

“Because it was made by me.”

Ma Wenchao raised his chin slightly and said.

He looked quite confident and had no guilt at all.

This is something that can only be said with confidence in one's cooking skills, and it can be questioned by people in the same field.

In fact, his size is not much different from Ye Xueyun, but as soon as he said this, Liu Ruiying felt that he suddenly became extremely tall.

Some people say this, you can hear that he is bragging and exaggerating, but Ma Wenchao said this, Liu Ruiying couldn't help but believe it.

Ma Wenchao has such magic that people unconsciously bring it into the world he built.

Even though he has different ideas from him or even opposes him, he will temporarily forget it under his magic and be led by his thoughts. In the end, he feels that what he is saying is right.

Even if Liu Ruiying is so determined, he will inevitably be affected, let alone others.

Who made Ma Wenchao's name become a legend in Zhongdu City? With the blessing of many other stories, the rice, fried dishes, and his words and deeds will be covered with illusion.

People outside cannot see it clearly, and people who can see it clearly cannot express it.

Liu Ruiying didn’t know what was happening now, whether she was blindly admiring Ma Wenchao or admired him from the bottom of her heart?

He has lost his thoughts when he first came, and now his thoughts are centered on thinking about Ma Wenchao's attitude. Even he himself does not feel that he has been successfully involved in his world by Ma Wenchao.

These thoughts are not complicated at all.

But when a person is hungry, he will definitely not be able to think.

Eating and wearing warm clothes is the most basic need, and when it is not achieved, all your energy will be on it. Whenever you think of anything else, you must have not been hungry enough or frozen enough.

Liu Ruiying and Ye Xueyun both felt that the inside of their minds was very sour... it was as if they had maintained the same posture for too long, so they were a little sour.

After hearing Ma Wenchao's words, Ye Xueyun curled her lips and ignored her.

Although she is arrogant, some truths are clear.

For example, most of the people who are powerful outside are strong and do the tricks at the top. However, the number one person in the world may not even be ranked last in the world. Telling the things in the book is preaching. Taking out their so-called experiences is showing off. But this is preaching, and there are quite a few people who show off. Ye Xueyun has always disdained them.

"Liu Shengqi, this fried rice is called three sets of duck lion head fried rice. As for the wine... I brewed it myself, and I haven't figured out what it is called. Every time I take it out for others to drink, I will ask if there is any good name, but until now, I'm not very satisfied..."

Ma Wenchao shook his head and said.

When he heard this suddenly, Liu Ruiying felt that Ma Wenchao had said three things.

Three sets of duck, lion's head, fried rice.

Three sets of ducks are famous dishes in the Andong King’s Realm, while the lion’s head is the characteristic of the Annan King’s Realm. As for fried rice, they are everywhere. They do not distinguish between regions, wealth, poverty and humbleness.

Members of the royal family of the last dynasty liked to eat fried rice. After the dynasty was destroyed, many classics were left among the people, including many recipes for imperial banquets and tributes, especially fried rice with eggs.

No matter what it is in the royal family, it is just a matter of quality. Ordinary egg fried rice can be named "broken gold".

However, the golden egg liquid condenses into small pieces in the pot and mixes it evenly with the silver-white rice. It is not an exaggeration to be called "crumbled gold", and it is even very stylish.

Lion-headed Liu Ruiying has eaten many times, but it is similar. She completely transformed a piece of good meat. It does not have much technical content, but it is more laborious.

According to the master, if a piece of meat is chopped with two swords for half an hour or two hours, it seems that there is no difference, but after making it into a dish, it will be 100,000 miles into the mouth. The loss is the one and a half hours of chopping meat.

A chef who cooks can deceive his eyes against his will, but he cannot deceive the thousands of tongues of diners who eat and eat.

Cut finely and chop well, and then stir thoroughly to maintain proper space and just stickiness, so that the meat can be considered perfect.

Ma Wenchao naturally understood this most superficial truth.

If he is willing to fool people, those who want to eat him can queue up from the Grassland Royal Court to the coast of the East China Sea.

Liu Ruiying, the three sets of ducks, was fortunate to follow the Tianmu Provincial Patrolman Jiang Chongchang, who went out to work in Zhongdu City.

The so-called three sets are actually a mahjong, a pheasant, and a vegetable pigeon.

Then wash the duck, pheasant, and vegetable pigeons with blood, remove the bones in the whole material, and then slightly boil them in boiling water.

After draining the water, stuff the pigeons along the bloodletting mouth of the duck, and put the prepared auxiliary ingredients such as winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, ham silk, etc. into the pheasant's belly and sew them with needle and thread.

In this way, you can put it in the pot and simmer it again. After an hour and a half, you can see that the soup is clear and the meat is crisp but not rotten.

At this stall, Ma Wenchao added the lion head to the soup, but it was good to let it cook to the atmosphere and heat, and remove the fishy smell of the meat.

After all the ingredients in the pot cooled naturally, he chopped three sets of ducks into neat small pieces and grind the lion's head into mud with the curve of the spoon head.

The rice was steamed yesterday and placed in the cellar overnight.

For fried rice, overnight rice is the best.

The freshly steamed rice is a bit too moist and sticks to each other. The most important taste of fried rice is that the aroma of rice grains mixed with auxiliary ingredients is independent of each other in the mouth while being unified under a theme.

The rice overnight, the water vapor evaporates, and the rice grains have the appropriate gaps. The appearance is dry and the taste will be elastic, which will bring chewyness.

Ma Wenchao evenly stirs the "Lion Head Pure" with the overnight rice to ensure that the outside of each grain of rice is wrapped with a layer of evenly thick and thin meat paste.

Then he cooked oil in the pan, put on the green onion, ginger, garlic, as well as his own secret sauce, and white wine.

He took two steps to the side, revealing a wooden cart behind him.

The workmanship is a bit clumsy... Among the four wheels, the one on the front right is still crooked.

This cart is too inconsistent with the identities of Xiangteng Inn and Ma Wenchao. They all say that a horse is good and a saddle is good. As the chef of Xiangteng Inn, it is no exaggeration to ask Nanzhen to make a cart with gold silk wood.

"My hands are a little stupid... I laughed..."

Ma Wenchao said embarrassedly, stinging his head.

He also knew that his cart was really unavailable, but there was only one in the entire Xiangteng Inn.

When other dishes are served, they have special tasks. It is no problem to serve three or five dishes in one breath.

But Marvin Chao doesn't like to serve things.

Or he is unwilling to do anything that can cause his arms to be plagued.

The cook's arms are as important as the swordsman's hands.

Only by holding a spoon in your hand can you be called a "spoon holder".

But the one that really uses it to hold the spoon is not the hands, but the arms.

Exercise force on the shoulders to drive the big arms and forearms, and your wrists are stiff and don’t understand, just like a nail-down rack. Only by waving the fried spoon in this way can you turn the dishes to the maximum extent, make them heated evenly, and be released from the pot as soon as possible.

People who love swords are definitely unwilling to use swords to chop wood, and people who like to eat will not shut up. Ma Wenchao's arms are no longer part of his body, but have become his most unique and cherished thing.

With Ma Wenchao's current skills, what kind of ingredients need to be as high as the heat, and how many times it should be swung the fried spoon, I have already understood it and can be penetrated into my bones and blood.

Anyone can do the job of cutting through fine and thick, but it is nothing more than lack of experience and different speeds. But the mastery of this temperature is not that simple.

Liu Ruiying also yearned for cooking, but he really had no talent in this way, so he had to give up.

Ma Wenchao brought a large plate with a lid onto the table, then took out two small bone porcelain bowls, two small bone porcelain spoons, and two bone porcelain wine glasses, and placed them in front of Liu Ruiying and Ye Xueyun respectively.

These bowls, spoons, and cups are all extremely thin bone porcelain with fetal embryos, without glaze and no patterns.

"Only when the tableware is clean, the richness and deliciousness of the meal are reflected."

Ma Wenchao said.

Liu Ruiying nodded and agreed very much. Fried rice is for eating, and tableware is just a tool for eating. Some shops use tableware and store placement to set up tableware. Every time they see such a store, Liu Ruiying feels helpless. No one is interested in picking people. They are overwhelming and have never seen any less people who are snatching the roots and chasing the end.

After all, eating is just a word for meals. Good-looking tableware cannot fill up, nor can it make the meals taste better. It will only double the cash payment and make you pay for two meals.

Even if you have thousands of directions, correctness is the only one. It’s like there are many branches on a tree trunk, but there is only one main root system.

When she uncovered the lid, a stronger fragrance came to her face. Ye Xueyun even opened her mouth and gasped, as if the fragrance had choked her nose, making her feel a little breathless.

Ma Wenchao held the lid in his hand and gently waved it back and forth several times on the plate of fried rice. Then he put down the lid, picked up a long-handled spoon, and stared at the fried rice on the table.
To be continued...