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On the side of the stone stove, there were bottles of seasonings. Master Wu stood in front of the iron pot, and on the other side, there was a plate of dry and hard cold rice.

"You don't have to pay attention to cooperation. Master Wu cooks rice as usual, but doesn't add seasoning. The boss also does the seasoning according to the usual method, so he doesn't have to do it." I said.

"You are so gossiping." The proprietress frowned, "But it's hard to grasp when to smell, how much, and when to close the fire if you don't do it yourself."

"Try it first." Master Wu said.

"Try it first, try it first." I also said.

Pang...

After adding dry firewood, the stove fire quickly started to burn.

Master Wu started to do it, add a little lard and stir-fry the rice in the pot.

At this time, I shouted: "Boss, it's your turn."

The boss's wife kept watching her. When I reminded her, she quickly grabbed a handful of candy and a pinch of salt, and finally poured it on a circle of her own secret soy sauce.

Master Wu continued to stir-fry.

It's simple to say, but don't forget that he doesn't even have a finger in his right hand.

Then how do he cook rice?

Don’t worry, Master Wu held a shovel in his right hand and gently shook the edge of the iron pot with his empty palm in his left hand. The whole iron pot flew into the air with half a pot of soft fried rice.

He pressed his palm back and the iron pot swayed and rotated on the flames.

This trick is not a cooking skill, it is a martial arts skill!

But Master Wu did not use internal force, and was completely exerting a pure, exquisite control technique of objects, balance, and force.

I was naturally used to seeing this kind of scene. I just changed the weapons to iron pots, but the two of them were confused.

"Master Wu, why didn't you show this trick when you usually show it?" Zha exclaimed.

"Yes, it's so cunning." said Tongtou in a hoarse voice.

"It's not like this usually?" I asked curiously, "How does Master Wu usually cook rice?"

"Just shake with one hand, and it's all." Chattered.

"Where is the cooking?" I asked again.

"Cut the vegetables first, put the seasonings in, and then shake them with one hand, and that's all." Tongtou replied.

No wonder it's so unpalatable.

Needless to say, in order to be able to evenly shake the taste of the dish with one hand, he will inevitably put in excess oil and salt seasonings; with only one hand, although it is light and thin when cutting vegetables, it is just a matter of hand, and he will never take time to pre-process the dishes.

Can the food produced like this retain guests?

While thinking about it, a new plate of fried rice was steaming out of the pot.

The simple soy sauce fried rice exudes a golden luster.

This is because Master Wu’s exquisite control over the strength, so that each grain of rice is evenly covered with lard and soy sauce, and the sugar and salt are distributed just right, without burning.

Strangely, the aroma of fried rice is very light, and it will even be very difficult to smell if you don’t inhale hard.

Why?

The first one to rush up to try it.

When I put the fried rice in my mouth and chewed it, a rich aroma suddenly emanated.

"It's sugar." The boss's wife saw my doubts and explained. "I added sugar again in the end and sealed the aroma of lard and soy sauce in the rice grains with sugar coating. If you put it like this for a while, the fried rice will be more fragrant and elastic."

"Boss, you are also very awesome," I exclaimed.

"No, this is all learned from my father." The boss's wife shook her head slightly, "And I can't do it without Master Wu."

"That's why we have to cooperate." I said with a smile, "Although you are busy, you can practice more and you will get used to it very quickly."

When we talked here, we had swept away most of the fried rice plates.

"Oh, leave some for me." I quickly went over and tasted a spoonful.

"Shredding sample? It's delicious." said with his cheeks puffed.

I closed my eyes again.

There was a sudden silence at the scene, as if they were waiting for my evaluation.

I opened my eyes and said slowly, "It's a little wrong."

"No? What's wrong?" said Jaezha, touching the back of his head.

"I didn't understand it for a while, but there must be something wrong." I said with a frown.

"You're just picking bones in the eggs." Tongtou said dissatisfied, "It's obviously so delicious, you can do it."

"Of course I can't do it." I shook my head.

"If you don't have it, don't talk nonsense." Tongtou added.

I became popular on the spot.

"Yes, it's just nonsense." I said coldly, "It's not up to the eyes, but the tongue - anyone with a long tongue has the qualifications to evaluate!"

"According to what you say, people with eyes can evaluate a show? People with ears can evaluate a storyteller?" The copper head's neck became thicker, "Some people say this is not good, that is not good, they simply don't know how to appreciate it!"

"The same rice raises a hundred people, and everyone's appreciation is different." I said, "For example, when you were young, you loved to eat candy. When you grew up, you prefer to eat tofu. Do you mean that you loved to eat candy when you were young? Not to mention that everyone's appreciation is different, it is the same person, different stages, and different states of mind. But even so - people from different regions, different cultures, and different time and space can still evaluate a work with their own eyes. Only in this way can the vitality of a work be fully stimulated. There is nothing wrong with commending and maintaining, and it is necessary to fight against the differences. This is not an appreciation at all, but just a willful self-proclaimer..."

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"What did you say?" Jaezha and Tongtou said at the same time.

"It's okay, I just said it casually." I sighed, "I'll just go back to the topic-I finally know that something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" the boss's wife asked nervously.

"If you want to talk about the taste, of course this plate of fried rice is better." I pondered, "But if you really want to take it to the competition, it's not as good as the plate of fried rice before."

"It tastes better, but I can't participate in the competition?" said chirping, "I really don't understand what you said."

"It's because the taste is too good that it's not suitable to participate." I explained, "In order to make this fried rice more fragrant and delicious, the boss added a lot of oil, salt and sugar. But just eating this plate of fried rice, the guests were full and tired of eating it, and there were still two leftover dishes and one soup?"

"It seems like this is true." Jaezha was stunned for a moment, putting down the freshly served vegetable leaf soup. "I don't taste even if I drink the soup now."

"I just want to drink water," said Tongtou, "I'm too thirsty."

The boss lady and Master Wu looked at each other.

"No wonder my father's best fried rice back then never appeared at food conferences." The boss said, "It seems that eating fried rice alone is good, but it looks a bit striking when paired with other dishes."

"So, we have to consider this list of three dishes and one soup..."

Looking at the plate of golden fried rice in front of me, I fell into deep thought.
Chapter completed!