Tang Chu was speechless, how old is she? She was Wang Jiale and forgot to heat the pan. The oil temperature was too high and the frying was a bit muddy before she cut it into the edge!

Because the menu was planned in the early years, they quickly made preliminary preparations for the ingredients. The busy people from our country's chefs were rushing to the horse. Pierre and others looked at each other and talked a few words. Wang Jiale got up and walked over and asked in English: "Do you need assistance?"

Yang Le glanced at him, Wang Jiale's eyes, and Guli said eccentricly: "sure!"

Li Zhengyuan walked back to the kitchen with firm steps, and just heard Wang Jiale's young performance being whispered to Wang Jiale's chef: "Look, why don't you still let Master Feng take action against Wang Jialeci?"

The corner of the chef Wang Jiale's mouth twitched: "Did I let that?"

He glanced at Feng Ziqi in the corner, and Wang Jiale lowered his dynamics: "If he wanted to take action, we had such a big dynamics, we would have gotten up long ago."

The efficacy student Wang Jiale had a embarrassed face: "But I allowed that gentleman in my early years. Egg fried rice is not difficult anyway. Otherwise, you can make Wang Jialeci?"

This Wang Jiale chef is the oldest Wang Jiale in his life. His surname is Sun. He is a little fat, has a round face and a good temper. The students always ask him for mercy.

Sun Wang Jiale sighed, and Wang Jiale took the first step to brush the pot in his early years: "Okay, then I'll try Wang Jiale."

Seeing that he was actually going to make fried rice with eggs, Li Zhengyuan couldn't help but look at him a few more. Seeing Master Sun take out Wang Jiale's box of cold rice, he looked at it first, then sniffed it with his nose, knowing that he was a master.

The rice in egg fried rice is the most important thing. Even if you use cold rice, you must have the right softness and hardness.

Master Sun prepared shrimps again. Li Zhengyuan raised his eyebrows and fried rice. The most basic thing is eggs and rice, but he can also participate in various other ingredients, such as shrimp ham. Vegetarian ones can be made with carrots and green beans, which are both beautiful and nutritious.

Shrimps are more advanced ingredients, and the fried rice made naturally contains the fresh and sweet meaning of seafood. The q-sensory feeling of shrimps will also enhance the taste of the rice, just like adding pearl king Jiale to drink milk tea.

Add oil to the hot pan, stir-fry the shrimp, then stir-fry the eggs, and then the rice. Follow the wok in Sun Wang Jiale's hand, and the golden river of Wang Jiale's story rose in the air.

Li Zhengyuan sighed secretly that he is worthy of being a Beijing hotel, with great talent and a casual chef, Wang Jiale and Wang Jiale, all have such skills.

Master Sun poured the fried rice into the plate that was arranged before the time was finished. He placed the green broccoli in Wang Jiale Circle on the side of the plate to discuss decoration and could also properly relieve the greasiness of the fried rice.

The long-awaited efficacy had shined with eyes and came in with fried rice intently. Li Zhengyuan took back his sight and continued to look at the porridge pot in his hand. She was not doing nothing here, she kept trying her best to do what Wang Jiale could do.

Not long after, the news of the depression of efficacy reached Li Zhengyuan's ears: "Master Sun, the guest said that the fried rice you made was delicious, but it was not what he wanted."

Master Sun was very surprised. The fried rice was fresh, the eggs were peach eggs, and the shrimps were even live shrimps that had just been peeled. The ingredients were all Wang Jialei. With his skill in stir-frying, even he himself felt that this fried rice was really his own Wang Jialei's level.

Wang Jiale 170 reveals Wang Jiale's player

But I didn't expect that I would be rejected!

The other Wang Jiale and Wang Jiale cooks were some thin and tall, with their surname Ma, and their performance was not good. They called him Ma Gan, and they were a little competitive. He heard this and came over and said with a smile: "How is it, Brother Sun has failed. Come on, let me tell you Brother Ma, what is going on."

Efficient and verbally said: "There is a guest Wang Jiale in front of him, bringing his mother over. The old lady is in her eighties, her hair is completely white, and she is still in a daze in her old age-"

Wang Jiale was urging in the formation when he was talking, but the chefs he heard surrounded him. Wang Jiale talked about it: "Oh, then this son can still bring the old lady to the restaurant, which is really not simple."

"No, my neighbor also has an old man, and his children are very promising. He hired two full-time nannies for his father, so he just skipped his hands. Wang Jialele is also a precious person to come back to see the old man Wang Jialeshi."

You Wang Jiale talks about me Wang Jiale's words, and the chef Wang Jiale interrupted and asked, "How do you think of eating fried rice with eggs?"

The first person said that the effectiveness of the first person said: "The gentleman said that his mother's posture now makes many homework, but she always talks about the fried rice made by his grandmother in her childhood."

After pausing, he compensated: "Master Sun just made Wang Jiale's plate of shrimp fried rice, but the old lady refused to eat it after eating Wang Jiale's mouth."

Ma Wang Jiale Chu ordered some advice: "Generally speaking, the taste in the recollection will become more and more sweet because it is difficult to relive it. There is also something extra added when it is made."

Wang Jiale, the apprentice of thousands of apprentices, agreed deeply, and even Master Sun: "Yes, the fried rice is simple, but it is difficult to make the taste of Wang Jiale in the old family recalling it."

What's more, it's still a family that is stunned in his old age!

If a normal person is at least able to roughly describe the posture of laying egg fried rice, recall the detailed taste, so that the chefs can follow the traces.

Wang Jia is happy with the old lady who was stunned in her later years. She can only inform you that it is right or wrong, that the progress is completely unknown, and that the difficulty is difficult to hope.

Just like Wang Jiale and Zhang’s blank test paper, there is not even a title, but he has to write an answer that suits the examiner’s hope.

Difficult, difficult, difficult!

And the filial piety of the guests is truly admirable.

It was still Ma Wang Jiale who had the confidence in the chef. Wang Jiale waved, "Okay, boys, today I will give you an opportunity to perform. Everyone makes Wang Jiale's egg fried rice. I don't believe it if you want to make the best egg fried rice you think. There are so many servings, and it's not as satisfying as Wang Jiale, who is called an old lady!"

The young chefs responded with a loud promise, and Sun Wangjiale's chef shouted awkwardly: "Old Ma!"

Ma Wang Jiale's chef waved his hand: "Egg fried rice doesn't consume anything, it's good to let them practice their hands by chance."

Sun Wang Jiale's chef stopped talking, while Ma Wang Jiale's chef heated the pot and prepared to make Wang Jiale's egg fried rice with her own hands.

The kitchen was quickly filled with the aroma of scrambled eggs, but Li Zhengyuan quietly retreated.

She felt that there were of course many ways to make fried rice, but the taste was not very different. Fried eggs with rice fragrance is the basis, but the unconscious old man's family could make Wang Jiale's stuttering differently. She suspected that the fried rice in the old man's family was like the ones they usually made.

Li Zhengyuan went to the restaurant and inspected Wang Jiale's circle. Wang Jiale saw the old lady and her son who were stunned in the mouth. Wang Jiale was an old man in his sixties in his early years, with half-white hair in his early years.

When he saw the two old people's family, Li Zhengyuan immediately understood why the efficacy student was so enthusiastic about satisfying the hopes of the old people. Looking at Wang Jiale's gray-haired old people's family taking care of Wang Jiale's older elderly than him, the situation was really trembling.

Li Zhengyuan's eyes were moist under Wang Jiale. In the world, the saddest homework was that his son wanted to raise his parents but his parents were not there, just like her past life. Where is Wang Jiale, Suhang?

She blinked her eyes hard, blinked back the tears that were coming out, adjusted her mood, and left her early years tremblingly.

As we got closer, the two old men saw it more clearly. The old lady was really old. Her face was full of wrinkles and could not find the center of Wang Jiale's flat hair. The top of her hair was sparse, but Wang Jiale was meticulous in her hair. She was sticking it on her head in a conscientious manner, and was tied behind her ears by the black hair, looking very **.

The clothes were also scratched by Wang Jialeqi, and the collar of her shirt was turned out, and the care of her was very careful.

Li Zhengyuan swept Wang Jiale's eyes and the food in front of the two old men's houses. The porridge was cooked particularly glutinous and softly distributed with sweet fragrance. Several side dishes, including plum vegetable buckle, cold eggplant, and pine flower tofu, are all especially suitable for later generations to eat.

The old man was holding Wang Jiale's bowl of porridge and coaxing the old lady to eat: "This porridge is so delicious. Don't you just want to eat the porridge from the Beijing Hotel? Let's open your mouth, let's eat Wang Jiale's mouth--"

The old lady was awkwardly Wang Jiale twisted her head and shouted in confusion: "I don't, I want to eat fried rice!"

Li Zhengyuan looked at the old man Wang Jiale's face and was helpless, and chuckled. The old man raised his head and looked at her Wang Jiale's eyes, and threatened to the old lady: "Look, even the little girl is laughing at you, you won't behave if you don't eat!"

The old lady suddenly became unjust, lowered her head and didn't say anything, and the mother and son Wang Jiale persevered.

Li Zhengyuan couldn't help but say, "It's a bad point, sir, I'm the chef in the kitchen. I just heard you want to kill Wang Jialefen egg fried rice—"

The old lady immediately muttered and shouted: "Fried rice, I want fried rice!"

The old man hurriedly comforted her: "Okay, they will be ready to bring it to you later."

After the old lady calmed down, the old man turned around and looked at Li Zhengyuan. Wang Jiale said with a depressed expression: "Oh, the young man came to ask, and I just said Wang Jiale casually. Who would have thought that she would just write it down like this and would not eat it anymore. If I had known it, I wouldn't say it."

Li Zhengyuan comforted, "Grandma already wants to eat so much, so let's cook it for her and calm down. Our chef in the kitchen issued an order in the early years. Every chef makes Wang Jiale portion egg fried rice, and there will always be Wang Jiale portion to satisfy her!"

The old man opened his eyes wide in surprise, "This, what is the meaning of goodness!"

Li Zhengyuan just laughed and didn't speak.

After a while, the old man sighed and said, "Hey, but I took her to eat a lot of restaurants. Every time I order fried rice, there is no portion of Wang Jiale that can satisfy her."

Li Zhengyuan raised his eyebrows, "Can you tell me what the fried rice grandma wants is like? For example, what other information was added, and maybe the taste is different?"
Chapter completed!