The president makes me cook every day

Duran: "We can finish that match today, right here, and I want to participate in your match. This way we can once again, openly, truly compete!"

Fang Minghao stopped.

Duran said there was still an unfinished game between them.

Fang Minghao turned around and scratched his head at Du Lan: "What do you want to compare?"

"Please!" He said eagerly to Fang Minghao: "No! I beg you, please give me another chance to try my cooking skills! In your eyes, I am still a real chef."

"No, no!" Fang Minghao made a slow gesture: "But didn't you come to be the judge today? You are going to compete with us, so who will be the judge? No, no, I promised my wife before I came. Give him a big hotel!"

"God, Fang! Don't make me think you're back to your Chinese taunts! I'm going to race you today!"

"I won't compare with you, it's useless to call you God! Be obedient! Just be a judge for me!"

"No, you must compare with me!"

"No, I will definitely not compare with you!"

……

While talking, the two became anxious again.

Dulan was overjoyed and sad for a while, but suddenly his emotions broke down, and he stepped forward and grabbed Fang Minghao by the collar.Not to be outdone, Fang Minghao grabbed Du Lan's curly yellow hair, and the two of them were about to wrestle in no time.

"Okay!" Fang Minghao suddenly shouted in Chinese.

"So what!" Duran didn't want to be outdone, and immediately responded with an English sentence.

"Well, I have an idea, you go compare with my apprentice first!"

"What?" Duran shook his head: "Are you saying that I have to defeat your apprentice before I can win the qualification to compete with you?"

"That's not what it means." Fang Minghao said: "Actually, it's because my apprentice cooks a dish better than me. If you beat him, then I will naturally admit defeat. In this way, even if we have passed the competition."

"Yu Xiaorong?!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Dulan to answer or not, he stretched out his head and shouted Yu Xiaorong's name into the corridor.

***

absurd.

The competition was inexplicably postponed until the afternoon, and 26 famous chefs and their teams were arranged to rest in the hotel, just to make time for Yu Xiaorong to cook fried rice for foreigners.

After Yu Xiaorong was pulled over, his first reaction was that Fang Minghao wanted to trick him again, and his second reaction was that he wanted to shame the Frenchman.

But Fang Minghao still had such a serious look: "Fried rice, Chinese fried rice." He patted Yu Xiaorong on the shoulder, and the word "fried rice" was in Chinese.

"The best meal in the world!" He repeatedly gave Dulan thumbs up.

"By the way, Xiaorong, you have something to say, tell Uncle Du again, what, fried rice, and then eat the whole meal?"

"What, what, what do you eat?" Yu Xiaorong was at a loss when he asked.

"He's saying, because fried rice is the way to eat a whole bowl of rice with the simplest of ingredients."

Xiao Fei came over at some point, and Kong Sally was still with him, and the two of them had obviously finished their "talk".

This sentence was translated in French, and Xiao Fei said it to Du Lan.

Yu Xiaorong didn't understand.

Kong Sally stood aside and watched quietly, her expression seemed much calmer.

Strange, Yu Xiaorong originally thought that their side should be the Shura Field.

"Perhaps you should really take a look at his fried rice!" Kong Sally said this with a smile, her tone seemed to be a little younger again, and she suddenly changed back to the coquettish voice in her own restaurant A girl called brother.

So Duran could only nod suspiciously.

"Do you want to make Bodhi Yuzhai?" Yu Xiaorong asked Fang Minghao in a low voice.

"Just make your egg fried rice!" Fang Minghao answered him loudly, first in French, and then translated it for Yu Xiaorong.

"Well……"

Yu Xiaorong could only stick out his tongue at Chen Dongyang who was eating melons and watching the fun.

"Come on!" Chen Dongyang said happily.

For the first time, he made egg fried rice that he cooks every day. So many people gathered around to see him.

It's different from the live broadcast. Everyone's eyes are too serious now, especially the Frenchman with deep eyes and high nose.

After washing his hands, he took rice, eggs and half a shallot and prepared them.

Let him make his fried rice?

Yu Xiaorong thought about it, and ordered another handful of pine nuts.

When he started washing rice and green onions, Yu Xiaorong suddenly seemed to understand why Fang Minghao didn't want to compete with this Frenchman.

The feeling of competing in full view is really different from ordinary cooking.

When there is a sense of tension, a sense of honor at stake, and a sense of victory, the food is no longer made for eating, because the mood of the cook has changed, and the taste will hardly remain unchanged.

Yu Xiaorong has too little experience in competitions, and he actually doesn't know how to compete at all.

He couldn't help but look back at Fang Minghao again. At that time, he understood Fang Minghao, and Fang Minghao understood him.

Fang Minghao said: "I told you before that there is no chef who can only cook fried rice. I later felt that I was wrong. In fact, the chef who can cook fried rice is already the best chef."

Yu Xiaorong bowed his head, he beat the eggs, and then chopped the scallions.

He never thought that Fang Minghao would say such things to him.From the first moment when he knocked on the door of Fang Minghao's house with a backpack on his back and recognized him at the first sight, he never expected to get such recognition.

From the beginning, he was a person who could only cook fried rice, until now he is just a chef who thinks he can only make fried rice well.

Without Fang Minghao's easy-to-use talent, he couldn't understand Mr. Xiao Fei's professional comments with terminology, and he couldn't understand Kong Sally's method of cooking like an experiment.Those are all new people and new things that he has seen for more than half a year. Although he has seen them all, they are all so far away from him.

In fact, the deepest impression is the fried rice. During the busy farming season, there is no time to cook at noon, so grandpa can only cook fried rice for him with the overnight meal.

Pull a shallot from the ground, take a steaming egg from the chicken coop, and then run to the big pine tree at the door to pick up a few fallen pine nuts.

The aroma of the fried rice can attract neighbors passing by, boasting that they really know how to cook.

Yu Xiaorong remembered that aroma, no matter how many meals he cooked, every time he smelled the aroma of fried rice, he could still feel a sense of satiety and happiness.

The egg liquid squeaked, and golden flowers bloomed in the pot.Cook until half solidified and half liquid.Then add oil, sprinkle chopped green onion, a little salt, put the prepared pine nuts into the pot and stir fry together.

Yu Xiaorong was quietly cooking, and the aroma of fried shallots and salt came out, as well as the sweet smell of pine nuts.

Du Lan frowned, he shook his head involuntarily, and then looked at Fang Minghao.Salted shallots are the easiest to smear, if added too early, the oil in the pot will be bitter.

This is not a good way of cooking.

Fang Minghao didn't speak, he was watching Yu Xiaorong cooking with great concentration.Yu Xiaorong's hands suddenly became very fast. He put in the rice first, stir-fried a few times, and then put in the egg.The liquid egg is wrapped on the rice, although the egg is still in an independent shape.

This is the secret of using the simplest method to make an ingredient with the richest taste.

Bump the spoon.One click, two clicks... Yu Xiaorong was so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly.

The eggs and rice collided in the air, exchanging and combining the flavors of each other, and it really became a dish.

It's out!

In the past half a year since opening the restaurant, Yu Xiaorong has slipped out of his hands, and it only took twelve minutes from the start of preparation to the end.

The fried rice was piled up on the plate like a hill.There are bright green chopped green onions, pine nuts wrapped in oily fragrance, small egg flowers in bloom, and rice grains wrapped in thin egg liquid.

This is a finished egg fried rice.

"Taste it while it's hot." Fang Minghao picked it up and handed it to Du Lan: "This is the best egg fried rice in China!"

There was still doubt on Dulan's face, and the tangy fragrance came up, with billowing heat.

He took a small spoon, and with the habit of a professional chef who knows how to eat, he wanted to deliberately take all the ingredients in this dish, including chopped green onions, pine nuts, eggs and rice wrapped in eggs.

He tried it once, then tried it again, and before he tasted it, he tried it three times in a row.

Every time is a full spoonful, and every time it happens to be able to take all the ingredients.

Duran found that this was not a coincidence, it was because the chef controlled the force just right when he turned the spoon, and he could ensure that all the ingredients were evenly distributed in a meal.

Duran ate the spoonful of fried rice.

Fang Minghao observed the expression on his face with a smile.

He is a Westerner with such rich micro-expressions. He first frowned, writing all his confusion and puzzlement on his face, and then looked at Yu Xiaorong in surprise, followed by a long chewing and savoring...

"No, it's impossible." Dulan said to himself with the fried rice: "I don't understand why the salted shallots that are put into the oil pan at the third gear still maintain such sufficient moisture, it should be bitter. That's right."

The intuition of the old chef, Fang Minghao said the same thing as Duran at the time.

"How did you do it?" Fang Minghao asked Yu Xiaorong about Du Lan's confusion.

"It's a bitter problem..." Yu Xiaorong can understand it now: "After the master told me, I tried many methods, and I kept trying, but it didn't work. Later, I even thought, maybe I made a mistake. Well, we shouldn’t have salted shallots in the first place.”

"But if it's the other way around, the taste will be even worse. I can only keep trying, and then I tried hundreds of thousands of times, and suddenly one day, it's right!" Yu Xiaorong said happily: "I don't know why That’s right, it’s right anyway!”

Xiao Fei opened his mouth and explained: "It's the strength, the heat, the angle and speed of turning the spoon. It can't be too much, and it can't be too little. Only then can it be made just right. If it's too much, it will be mushy, but if it's too little, it won't be fragrant enough."

... Duran began to think about something silently.

Fang Minghao didn't say anything more, he filled a spoonful for himself, started to eat, and then enjoyed the taste of the meal.

Tasting your own food is never the same as tasting other people's food, but Fang Minghao has been an excellent cook since he was too young. He has always been used to only eating his own food, and it is difficult to taste food made by others .

Until he tasted the rice cooked by Yu Xiaorong.He tasted his meal little by little towards perfection, improving every day and every time.

Now he went to taste Yu Xiaorong's rice again, and even felt that the fried rice made today was a little bit better than yesterday.

Fang Minghao turned to Du Lan and said, "Maybe this is cooking, maybe it's what we've been pursuing. It should be in life, not in the arena."

"Do you still want to compare?"

Duran never spoke again.