A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

  Chapter 57 Is this qi?

  Li Yi put the frying spoon in the pot, and using the technique of tipping the pot, the rice was lifted up and fell into the frying spoon.

  Afterwards, he put the frying spoon on top of the plate and shook it lightly, and the rice grains fell like broken gold grains.

   Soon, the golden rice grains piled up into a golden hill, exuding a rich fragrance of green onions and eggs.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

   Wu Lei was amazed.

  The photographer has already stepped forward and moved the camera closer to take a close-up.

  In the close-up shot, a golden mountain is piled up in the center of the white jade-like porcelain plate. The effect is comparable to a work of art.

   "Brother, what is your last name?"

  Master Ma stepped forward and asked Li Yi in a very sincere tone.

   "Miangui's surname is Li, and my name is Li Yi."

   "Master Li."

  Master Ma nodded in admiration: "You fry this rice, it's amazing. I've never seen your frying skills so strong."

   "Thank you, it's all basic skills." Li Yi said politely.

   "You call it basic skills, so let's all stop doing it."

  Master Ma made a joke with a complicated expression, and then asked curiously: "You have a teacher, right?"

  Such a solid basic skill cannot be learned from childhood.

   "There is no teacher school, I just figured it out on my own." Li Yi explained casually.

   "..."

  Master Ma looked at him speechlessly, apparently not believing what he said.

  However, Master Ma didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he pointed to the half pot of fried rice left in his pot and asked, "Can I have a taste? Let's learn."

   "Yes, his share is enough."

  Li Yi casually poured the remaining half of the fried rice into a plate beside him.

  Wu Lei looked at it, and muttered with some distress: "Actually, it's not enough..."

  But Master Ma didn't care about him. He just brought a spoon over, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice impatiently, and poured it into his mouth.

  He deliberately used the inverted method, because it can be seen how loose the fried rice is.

   There is no doubt that Li Yi's fried rice is absolutely loose, and every grain of rice is clean and clean.

  Closing his mouth and chewing lightly, Master Ma gradually revealed a smile and shook his head.

   "Master, how is it?"

  The kitchen helper beside him couldn't help asking.

  Master Ma stretched out two fingers, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and then sighed: "Just two words, I'm so angry!"

   "Are you angry?"

  Hearing Master Ma's comment, Wu Lei didn't understand what it meant, so he asked Li Yi, "Brother Yi, what is qi?"

   “The qi is also called the pot qi, which is the essence of Chinese cooking.”

Li Yi explained: "It is a special kind of fire flavor produced by rapid frying, which is produced after the food is roasted at a high temperature of more than 200°C, and the coking reaction and Maillard reaction occur. Special aroma.

  Cantonese chefs pay more attention to air, especially stir-fried dishes, which must have air to be considered qualified.

  A full-bodied dish must meet four requirements, namely hot, fast, dry and fragrant.

  Heat means that the temperature must be high enough. When frying, the pot temperature must be at least two hundred degrees to stimulate the coking reaction of the ingredients.

  The temperature of the pan should also be hot. When the guests eat it, they can feel that it is obviously hot, which is enough.

  Fast means that the frying speed should be fast, to avoid sticking to the pot, and to let the ingredients mature quickly while maintaining the original sweetness.

  Dry means that the texture of the dish should be dry enough. The standard is that there is juice but no juice, there is oil but no oil, so that it will not be greasy.

  Incense is the smell of pot gas produced by the Maillard reaction.

  Maillard reaction is a non-enzymatic browning reaction of food, also called non-enzymatic browning reaction.

   To put it bluntly, it is the taste formed by the browning of ingredients at high temperatures.

  It's like the crust formed on the bottom of the pot when cooking rice and claypot rice, and the smell that the part that touches the bottom of the pot becomes burnt yellow when fried rice, fried noodles, or fried rice noodles are used. "

Hearing this, Wu Lei finally understood: "I know! When I was a child, my grandma often bought me scallion pancakes. Some parts of the scallion pancakes would be browned and browned. They were crispy and delicious. That's the gas in the pan. Bar?"

   "Exactly."

  Li Yi smiled and praised: "A child can be taught."

"hey-hey!"

  Wu Lei smiled with his big teeth bared, like a student who was praised by the teacher in school.

  Listening to Li Yi's explanation, Master Ma confirmed his guess.

   This kid definitely has a teacher!

   Otherwise, how could he understand so clearly about Qi Qi?

   Scooped up another spoonful of rice, tasted it carefully, and he became more and more sure.

   Li Yi cooked this meal purely to show off his skills!

   Swallowing the rice in his mouth, he turned his head and signaled to the cook: "Didn't you never understand what it means to be angry? You will know when you come to taste this rice! This is called angry!"

  The kitchen assistant stepped forward dubiously, picked up a spoon and took a sip, his eyes widened immediately: "Damn it! It smells so good!"

   Seeing him amazed, the other chefs couldn't help it anymore. They all came forward with their spoons and gathered around the plate. You took a spoon, and I tasted it.

   "Damn! This is too strong! It's dry and fragrant!"

   "Really awesome! This is purely technical work! It's too ruthless!"

  The chefs kept exclamating, and they were a little shocked.

  Master Ma gave Li Yi a thumbs up, and sincerely praised: "Master Li, I am convinced of your skill, you are too good!"

  Li Yi smiled: "It's not difficult, you can fry it a few times."

   "I really can't come."

  Master Ma shook his head again and again, looking a little embarrassed.

  He still knows how much he weighs.

  Li Yi's water fried rice is indeed not complicated, it relies on pure frying skills, but this pure frying skills cannot be learned by others.

  It’s like Curry telling a school team player that it’s not difficult to shoot a three-pointer, just aim for the basket and throw it in.

   In his opinion, this may not be difficult.

   But for others, it is as difficult as ever.

   Therefore, Li Yi may really think that others can do it with more practice.

  But to Master Ma's ears, his words seemed a bit like Versailles.

  Seeing that they were eating deliciously, Wu Lei couldn't help it anymore.

   Taking a spoon from the cabinet, he carried the plate, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and put it into his mouth.

  After the rice grains with distinct grains enter the mouth, a burnt-like aroma permeates the air.

  Wu Lei raised his eyebrows and looked at the wok beside him.

  He seemed to be able to feel what kind of fiery fire these rice grains were wrapped in when they were tossed in the pot just now!

  Is this just anger?

  It smells so good!

  He even felt that even with this method, he could eat a piece of white rice without putting anything in it!

  Looking down at the protein water bottle on his waist, and at the fragrant fried rice in front of him, Wu Lei suddenly wanted to cry.

   This is what people eat!

   "Brother Yi..."

  He looked at Li Yi eagerly: "Can you cook for me every day from now on?"

  Li Yi: "..."

   Cameraman: “…”

   "Say something that can be broadcast."

  Li Yi glanced at the time, the almond tofu was still a few minutes away.

  Boom boom boom!

  At the door of the kitchen, the front office manager knocked on the door anxiously: "What are you doing? The guests have urged you several times?"

  The chefs, who were intoxicated by the smell of fried rice, remembered their responsibilities, hurriedly put down their spoons, ran back to the stove, and started working in full swing.

   Seeing this, Li Yi wiped his hands: "Don't disturb other people's work, go out and eat!"

   With that said, he turned and left the kitchen.

  Wu Lei held the plate in one hand, and stuffed fried rice into his mouth with a spoon in the other, enjoying it.

  What is the meaning of life?

   To be able to eat such delicious fried rice is worth it in this life!

  (end of this chapter)