Abandoning my husband and son, I raised my six daughters to live happily

Hearing Meng Suisui's question, everyone smiled tacitly.

One of the chefs replied.

"There's no problem. I just feel that if it's egg fried rice, there's no need to compare."

Meng Anyu blinked his big eyes and looked directly at Wang Jiaming.

"Are you good at making egg fried rice?"

"Ah."

Wang Jiaming is not modest. After all, when he is strong enough and everyone knows that he is very good at making egg fried rice, if he behaves modestly again, it will make people feel very artificial.

And he really thinks that his egg fried rice is very good. People who have eaten it say that his egg fried rice is the best in the world.

He actually felt that this was a bit bullying.

He was just angry at Meng Anyu's attitude. If the other party had given him a soft thumb, he wouldn't have had so many troubles.

He said with his chin raised.

"You had to let me choose first. If you regret it, it's still too late. You can at least change the comparison. Although the result is the same, at least..."

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Anyu directly planned his words.

"If you don't change, just compete with what you are best at."

"what?"

Wang Jiaming's expression management failed.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on in this girl's little head.

We all know that he is best at egg fried rice, but we still insist on competing with him. Isn't this just asking for abuse?

Other chef Wang Jiaming had similar thoughts and also felt that Meng Anyu was hopeless.

But Meng Suisui was very happy to see her eldest daughter like this. She thought her eldest daughter was very witty.

Compete with what the other party is best at, especially when everyone knows that the other party is best at egg fried rice, so even if the eldest daughter loses, everyone will feel it is normal.

If the eldest daughter wins or there is a draw, to say the least, even if the eldest daughter's egg fried rice is slightly different from the other party's, as long as the loss is not so obvious, everyone will not be able to help but look at the eldest daughter.

At this time, Meng Suisui heard her eldest daughter say helplessly.

"I said I won't change. Oops, you seem to need me to repeat every sentence twice. I would like to ask, will being a chef affect my ears?"

Why does being a chef affect your ears? The other person didn’t have poor hearing. He was obviously too surprised and had to confirm again and again.

But this question is indeed a bit presumptuous.

Meng Suisui glared at her eldest daughter, her expression both complaining and doting.

She quickly spoke to break the awkward situation.

"Since you all agree to use egg fried rice as the test topic, let's get started without further delay."

"it is good."

Meng Anyu was the first to answer, and then walked towards the place where the ingredients were placed without hesitation.

Wang Jiaming looked at Meng Anyu's back and shook his head helplessly.

Since the other party is seeking death, he will show her something powerful.

Meng Anyu held two eggs in his hand and turned to ask the bun shop owner.

"Uncle, do you have any leftover rice from last meal?"

The owner of the bun shop had been acting as an "invisible man" in the corner, and he was a little nervous when he was suddenly called on. He said quickly.

"Yes, we who make breakfast have to get up at two or three o'clock every day to work. This is the rice my wife and I cooked this morning. Do you think it's okay?"

He took out the rice and while talking, he used a rice shovel to scoop up the rice in the basin and showed it to Meng Anyu.

At the same time, he felt that the competition was so important, and he was afraid that the leftover food would affect the competition, so he asked enthusiastically.

"If it doesn't work, I still have a lot of rice here, and I can cook it in a new pot for you."

Meng Anyu picked up a small piece of rice with a rice shovel, looked at it closely and said.

"I'll just use this."

Then he put down the shovel and asked Wang Jiaming next to him, "What about you?"

you still need to ask?

Fried rice should obviously be made with leftover rice, doesn’t this little girl know?

Or did the other party question his professional ability, thinking that he didn't even know how to use leftover rice for fried rice?

Wang Jiaming rolled his eyes and said, "I also use leftovers. Are you questioning my professional status?"

Angry?

Meng Anyu didn't know why, "Who doubted you? I just asked you out of kindness."

Wang Jiaming was speechless, "You all know that leftover rice is used for fried rice, don't I know?"

"I don't know if your chef's habits are the same as mine."

"Then you said yes, why did you ask for leftovers by name?"

"Because I found that leftover fried rice tastes better."

"That's it?"

"That's right, isn't the purpose of cooking just to taste delicious? I will cook whatever tastes good to me. Is there any problem?"

"no problem."

Wang Jiaming sighed after speaking.

Seeing that the other party is so angry, he must have misunderstood.

This girl may really not know that leftover rice is used for fried rice because freshly cooked rice has too much water and is sticky.

If you fry it directly in the pan, the rice will become lumpy easily.

Therefore, it is best to let the rice drain off excess water before frying it.

If you don't have overnight rice, you can also lay the rice flat and dry it for ten to two ten minutes, or add less water when cooking the rice to achieve a dry texture suitable for fried rice.

The other party probably didn't have enough knowledge and relied on experience. It was just a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.

This round of quarreling ended with Wang Jiaming's helpless tone. After the truce, the two of them went to prepare what they needed without looking at the other.

However, the smell of gunpowder between the two people became stronger.

Wang Jiaming picked up two eggs and a green onion.

Just then, a chef called him.

"Chef Wang, there are so many eggs there, please fry two more. I want to eat with you later."

As soon as these words came out, people around him immediately echoed.

"Yes, it's not easy to eat the egg fried rice you make. I just take this opportunity to make more for us."

"That's right, you can make enough for whoever can eat. I can't even eat for myself."

"Please, do more."

Look at all these greedy people.

It’s okay for the younger chefs to be shameless and try to get a share of the meal, but the older ones are also joining in the fun.

Wang Jiaming was helpless and a little funny. He nodded and smiled indulgently.

"Okay, okay, let me do more work at the head office."

As soon as Wang Jiaming turned around, he saw Meng Anyu pushing the rice bowl in front of him.

"I've already put out everything I need. I'll give you the rest. You can make more."

At this time, Meng Anyu had completely figured it out.

Mom said you must always remember what you want.

So she always kept in mind that she was here to recruit chefs this time, not to quarrel with the chefs. Whether she agreed to cook to prove herself or offered to compete with the other party in cooking, it was all so that the recruitment could proceed more smoothly.

She is not afraid of anyone questioning her, because her goal has always been to recruit a great chef, a chef who can convince her and be willing to admit her master.

Now that her opponent is so powerful and can make so many chefs want to eat the egg fried rice he makes and beg him to make more, it means that the chefs who applied for the job today are all very high-level, so she should be happy.

Moreover, the other party ended up with a high score, so even if they lost, there would be no shame, and she would not have to bear any psychological burden.

According to those chefs, it is not easy to eat the egg fried rice made by the other party.

Since there is such a good opportunity to eat for free, it is best to eat and drink together.

Now she just hopes that the other party will do more, so that she can have a delicious meal and learn some experience from the other party.

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

Wang Jiaming looked at the large bowl of rice in front of him and felt a little doubtful about life.

Look at the rice that Meng Anyu prepared for himself. It was only a small bowl.

This is too different.

The other chefs couldn't help but laugh when they saw so much rice, they joked.

"It's not much, it's okay. There are so many of us, so we will definitely show you off."

"Yes, on average everyone doesn't get much."

Having said that, the more rice there is, the harder it is to cook it. These old guys only think about eating, and they don't mention anything about the difficulty of cooking it.

He somewhat suspected that these guys were undercover agents sent by the girl to deal with him.

Thinking of this, his eyes fell on Meng Anyu.

He found that Meng Anyu was also looking at him.

Meng Anyu couldn't help but laugh, and then quickly stopped laughing and said.

"Hey, those who are able can work hard. The egg fried rice you made is so delicious. When it is ready, please give me some more. I want to take it back and let my sister see what the egg fried rice made by the chef tastes like."

What does it mean?

You were angry with him just now, and now you are blatantly trying to get some food for yourself, and you want to take it back to your family?

Why did he suddenly not understand this little girl?

At this moment, he heard Meng Anyu add something.

"By the way, I have five sisters, so I'm begging you."

what?

five?

Wang Jiaming was speechless.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

He had reason to suspect that the whole fuss just now was caused by everyone working together to trick him into cooking for them.

But having said that, he could tell that this girl was a little bit cute.