Chapter 113 Hey, Egg Fried Rice
Once upon a time, when he was still a scumbag, Qin Luo often cooked, but after he became a top student, the kitchen had disappeared from his memory.
Thinking about it, I really miss it.
"Okay!" Qin Luo nodded.
"Ding! The new task is released, and the master of the school will surprise everyone with his skills."
"Lonely Xueba needs adjustments in life, Xueba is invited to use the top cooking skills to amaze the audience..."
"Reward: Xueba is worth 1000..."
Although 1000 Xueba value is not much, Qin Luo also has it in his pocket.
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Following Tang Xuejun's order, the entire Yanjing Hotel's back kitchen immediately became busy.
As one of the most prestigious hotels in the culinary world of Yanjing, you can find all the ingredients here, whether it is flying in the sky, swimming in the water, or running on the ground. In addition to protecting animals, there are everything here. .
And all the top ingredients are used here, without a trace of dross.
Walking among the many ingredients, Qin Luo has a feeling that thousands of flowers are gradually becoming charming.
"What do you say he will do?"
"I don't know, maybe there will be a remake of Sixi Balls."
"possible……"
Outside the kitchen, everyone was discussing, and every pair of eyes was staring at Qin Luo curiously.
Under everyone's gaze, Qin Luo picked up the egg.
I picked some chopped green onions, carrots, and then some ham.
Egg fried rice!
These three words popped out of everyone's minds for no reason.
Eggs, ham, scallions, carrots, they couldn't think of any other dishes other than egg fried rice.
"He doesn't know how to make fried rice with eggs?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Isn't that what everyone does?"
"Hehe, do you think fried rice with eggs is easy? In fact, fried rice with eggs is the most difficult dish to make." Tang Xuejun said with a smile.
The simpler something is, the harder it is to do well.
Egg fried rice is not easy. I don’t know how many famous chefs have failed in egg fried rice.
The top egg fried rice, not only the rice has to be separated, but also the egg is dipped in it!
He was looking forward to what kind of egg fried rice Qin Luo could make.
Quiet, deathly quiet.
There was no sound in the whole kitchen.
1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes... Qin Luo froze in place like a log.
"music" Suddenly, Qin Luo snapped his fingers.
Music?What the hell?Everyone was dumbfounded.
Only Tang Xuejun's eyes shone brightly.
He thought of a legend that a culinary master would consider the feelings of diners while cooking, usually accompanied by music.
In their view, cooking is a kind of enjoyment, not cooking for the sake of cooking.
At this moment, Qin Luo finally moved. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on Cloud Music.
"Crack."
A sound that sounded like cracking eggs came from the kitchen, and everyone was stunned, haven't they cracked eggs yet?How can there be the sound of beating eggs.
"Crack, click, click, click." Then came the sound of beating eggs.
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, and this is the music Qin Luo was talking about.
Brother, are you being too perfunctory?Tang Xuejun's mouth twitched unnaturally.
No matter how everyone discussed, Qin Luo was the old god with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
"Da da da da da~" The sound of chopsticks and stirring eggs became faster and faster, and everyone's expressions changed accordingly.
"Huh~ This voice seems to have a little rhythm."
"Don't tell me it sounds nice!"
"Boom!"
A shocking gong lifted everyone's spirits.