When the male anchor is lonely, he cooks

The singing voice of the uncle next door was fascinating, obviously none of them were in the tune, but he devoted himself to it, humming the tune while shaking the frying pan, like a mellow nightingale in this place full of food fragrance Singing, melodious.

Luo Zixin's legs softened when he heard this singing from the soul, and he almost broke the egg.

"Uncle, can you stop singing? I panicked hearing your singing." He turned his head and said to the next door.

The old man next door was not happy, "What are you doing? I can't sing well? You are young and you just don't know how to appreciate it."

Seeing that he said it so confidently, Luo Zixin thought that what he had heard before was a fake sunset red, and he was still thinking about the melody in a daze.

Yi An slapped Luo Zixin awake, "They are tactics, don't be in a daze, hurry up and cook."

Sure enough, when he turned around, five fat men were gathered around and chattering, not knowing what to say.Wen Le and the others had just done this scene, but they were secretly eating vegetables under the guise of discussing tactics.

"That's cunning enough." Luo Zixin sighed, without any hesitation, he beat the eggs into a bowl filled with fine flour and began to stir.

Wen Le glanced at it just now. The uncle who sang next door was the last cook in the group over there. Coincidentally, the main dish he chose was also eggs, but the side dish was potatoes, so he speculated that the other party should cook potatoes and eggs. cake.

He remembered what Luo Zixin said before, "Do it well, you boasted that you can make chive egg pancakes that are thinner than paper, but don't be compared by the old man next door."

Luo Zixin nodded hastily, and his subordinates kept stirring. Yuan Yiyi took a serious look at his movements. The direction was fixed and the rhythm was neat. He stirred the flour and eggs very evenly. Doesn't look like a beginner.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Yi An asked, "Xiao Yuan, you are an expert, do you think Xiao Xin can compare to the one next to him?"

At this time, Luo Zixin had already added a handful of neatly sized and very small chopped green onions to the bowl and continued to stir.

Yuan Yiyi deliberated and expressed his guess: "The stirring process is definitely no problem, but it depends on how well he handles the heat."

There is another point that Yi An doesn't quite understand, "Don't you think it's a bit strange to make a chive egg pancake in a cooking competition?"

"That's right, it feels similar to buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks." Zhang Xiaoyuan added, "It's too everyday and too cheap."

Yi An, "It's not a question of cheap price, the key is that it doesn't sound like it has any technical content."

The two started arguing about which point sounded bad. By the time Luo Zixin had started making pancakes, Zhang Xiaoyuan had already explained to Yi An the common points of the daily department breakfasts using the mathematics and physics knowledge he had learned in his freshman year of high school. relationship with sales.

Yi An used to study liberal arts in high school, and later in college and work, he also tended to be liberal arts, which has nothing to do with science and engineering, and was dumbfounded by Zhang Xiaoyuan's long speech.

She cleared her throat, "Although what you said seems reasonable, I know you're talking nonsense." After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Luo Zixin's fried eggs, as quiet as a lady.

The omelette in the pan has turned golden yellow. The original seemingly ordinary material turned into the most appetizing color after being fried in a hot pan for a while. It can remind people of a series of foods, and the unique aroma of eggs is not covered by chives. The golden omelette surface is dotted with green green onions, which looks very delicious.

Put the cake on the plate, almost occupying the entire disk, and the uneven corners of the outer circle of the cake fall outside, which does not look very beautiful.

"Let me just say that the shallot omelette really doesn't fit the temperament of the competition. If you usually eat it for breakfast, it's okay, but this one doesn't look right no matter how you look at it on a plate." Yi An said.

Luo Zixin refused to accept it, "What's wrong, there's a lot of weight."

"It's quite enough." Yuan Yidao pointed to the part of the side of the cake protruding from the plate, "It's just short of a bag and you can eat it in your hand." This dish is too down-to-earth in terms of recipe and color , although delicious, but not suitable for the judges.

Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't say this, he just asked Luo Zixin innocently, "Brother Xiaoxin, what about the paper-thin cake?"

Who told you, he is not a master, how could he make paper-thin cakes.

Luo Zixin glared at him, and said loudly, "That's just a figure of speech, do you understand?"

"Isn't it an exaggeration?" someone whispered.

Wen Le couldn't stand it anymore, and suggested objectively, "Xiaoxin, if you put this cake like this, our team will probably be wronged. I have an idea, why don't you give it a try."

Hearing that he had a solution, the other four looked over curiously.

"Turn on the stove and fry the cake again, turn off the fire if it is harder than it is now." Wen Le said.

"Huh? Put it back and fry it again?" Luo Zixin dubiously followed Wen Le's words.

"Okay, the edge of the cake has darkened, wait for another half a minute and take it out immediately." Wen Le instructed from the side.

The cake with a darker color on the edge was spread flat on a clean plate while still steaming.

"Knife." Wen Le said.

He held a not-so-small kitchen knife in his right hand, and was handed a knife of the same size in his left hand.

"It's all so big." He was helpless, but fortunately Yuan Yiyi handed him a smaller knife, which happened to be the one Zhang Xiaoyuan used when he was carving green peppers just now. It worked out.

Seeing that he was holding two knives, Yi An was puzzled. She thought of the hot mille-feuille cakes sold in the cafeteria in the past. The chef at that window also stood in front of the cakes with two knives in hand, very similar to Wen Le's current appearance .

"What is he doing?" I just put the cake in the pan and fried it, so is it time to start cutting the cake?

When Luo Zixin saw Wen Le picked up the knife, his eyes became serious, and he couldn't help but become serious.

"Shh, don't talk, be careful to miss the exciting scene." Although he didn't know what would happen next, but the experience of cooking with Wen Le several times told him that when Wen Le took the knife seriously, he must Don't take it lightly, or you'll definitely miss the best part.

The two knives were just ordinary kitchen knives, and the cake on the backing plate was just ordinary cake, but after Wen Le picked up the knife and quickly swiped across the surface of the cake, a change occurred.In Wen Le's hands, the kitchen knife seemed to have turned into a professional carving knife, and he carved the unattractive flatbread into a flower in twos and twos.

"How did you do this?" Yi An was amazed.

She has seen a chef who is a very good carver before, who can carve a carrot into a flower with a small carving knife, but after all, the knife is small and easy to handle, and the carrot is hard and easy to carve, but the scallion fried egg is so soft , she really didn't know how to carve a flower on it.

Luo Zixin had expected her to be so surprised a long time ago. Although he was also surprised, he still said, "I told you just now to let you take a good look at it. Our two-two swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable. You can't even blink your eyes when you look at it." .”

Zhang Xiaoyuan's focus is different from his. He is more curious about what flowers are carved on the cake.

I saw that the big cake was more than a circle smaller, and the dark parts around it had already been cut off, leaving only the semi-hard and semi-soft center of the cake. Wen Le used these two palm-sized places to carve out There is a three-dimensional carved flower with about ten petals.

The three of them were busy looking after and appreciating, but Yuan Yiyi was already speechless.

He knows that Wen Le is good at cooking, but today is the first time to watch him cook live. If the fried three silk vegetarian dish just now surprised his taste, then this flower carved in less than one minute Kai Fugui overturned all his previous cognition.

This person definitely has more than the strength he has seen. Although he has been placed with high hopes and devoted himself to training since he was a child, perhaps his strength in cooking is not as good as Wen Le.This thought did not knock him down, but instead made him realize how wasteful and wasteful he was before. People in this world who are more talented than you work harder than you. Why do you have any reason to slack off?

It's a pity that Zhang Fang didn't know about these thoughts, otherwise, he would definitely make a pennant for Wen Le, thanking him for bringing the junior in the late second year of middle school back to the right path.

Yuan Yidao was still silently swearing that he would study hard to reach the pinnacle of life in the future, but Luo Zixin and the others closed their eyes and boasted in a very vulgar way.

"This flower is so beautiful, with many petals, it looks majestic." This is what Luo Zixin said.

"Exquisite carving refers to artists like Liangliang, who can still carve patterns on pancakes." This is what Yi An said.

"Looks good, it would be great if the petals can be removed." This is what Zhang Xiaoyuan said.

Wen Le paused, and cut the cake in half horizontally.

He asked back, "Remove the petals?"

Seeing his look eager to try, Luo Zixin quickly said, "No need, this is already perfect. Xiaoyuan, you have abnormal aesthetics, don't talk."

The cake was thinned layer by layer from the bottom by Wen Le. With just a few words, the cake had been divided into three thin crusts except for the top petals.

Seeing that he wanted to swing the knife, Yi An stopped him and said, "I can't cut it any more, the petals will be broken if I cut it off."

Wen Le smiled very easily, with a slight movement of his wrist, Yi An didn't even see his arm move, and there was another piece of cake.

"..." Yi An didn't stop him anymore, looking at the pie crust that was almost as thin as paper, silently gave Wen Le a thumbs up.

"I just give in to your temper of not listening to persuasion. If you weren't younger than me, I would have wanted to chase you."

At the same time, the potato omelette from the uncle next door is also ready.