While Yuan Zhou was making the final preparations for the sports meeting, someone else was also doing his best to achieve his goal.
"Clang, Clang, Clang"
The spoon collided with the pot and made a regular sound. Feng Rui's forehead had gathered a lot of beads of sweat, but he didn't get distracted. He still stared at the pot attentively and counted silently in his heart, "56, 57, 58 …"
Holding the pot in his left hand and the spoon in his right, he worked with both hands. The blue veins on his arms were all bulging. It was obvious that he was working very hard.
"Clang"
Not long after, Feng Rui finally put down the pot. Now he could see the contents inside. It was a pot of Egg Fried Rice.
Of course, the appearance was still questionable. The reason why he could tell it was a pot of Egg Fried Rice was that there were only rice and eggs in it. If it wasn't Egg Fried Rice, what else could it be?
"It seems to be better than before?" Feng Rui poked the rice with the spoon and found that one-third of the rice had been dyed yellow. It had a color similar to gold. Although it wasn't very obvious under the cover of the other two-thirds, he could still see it.
"I've made progress after cooking only 46 pots. It seems that I'm quite talented." Feng Rui was very confident that his cooking skills were not bad.
Of course, it was Feng Rui's own feeling. Actually, people who knew Feng Rui all knew that he was a woman who focused on the outside and focused on the inside. Simply put, the home was a woman's battlefield while the men's battlefield was outside.
Feng Rui had a tendency of male chauvinism. Therefore, if someone said that Feng Rui was in the kitchen now, it would definitely cause a lot of people to be surprised.
There was a reason for such a big change. Feng Rui would practice the golden Egg Fried Rice tirelessly because of a promise.
It was quite childish to say it like that.
But men would really remember some very small promises. For example, Yuan Zhou could remember very well that his father promised to buy him a computer when he was in junior high school.
In the end, he definitely didn't buy it, so it was still fresh in his memory.
However, it was not a small thing that Feng Rui remembered so clearly.
When he was in high school, he had a friend called Zuo Shang. Zuo Shang's father was a famous chef and his grandfather was also a famous chef. To put it simply, they were from a culinary family.
Anyway, Feng Rui's favorite place to eat when she was young was Zuo Shang's family. Zuo Shang had a talent for cooking since he was young, and his Yangzhou fried rice was very delicious. He was originally the new head chef of the Zuo family.
At this point in the story, there would always be accidents. Zuo Shang was not an accident, but there was something wrong with his body. He went to the hospital for two months, and then his body became weak.
Since he couldn't be a chef anymore, Zuo Shang was sent abroad to study. When they said goodbye to each other in the third year of high school, Feng Rui didn't know if it was because she had watched too many Korean dramas, but she felt that Zuo Shang must be unhappy that he couldn't do what he liked because of his body.
He might even commit suicide, hang himself, take sleeping pills, jump into the river, and so on. He must be forcing himself to smile now. Anyway, in Feng Rui's mind, his partner had already died seventeen or eighteen times.
Zuo Shang: Thank you so much.
Then, Feng Rui said domineeringly that ten years later, he would let Zuo Shang eat the best Egg-Fried Rice.
Don't ask how this kind of stupid agreement came out. Feng Rui still had goosebumps just thinking about it.
Ten years had passed, and Feng Rui had been working for five to six years. A month ago, when she thought about it, she thought that her partner still remembered it.
To be honest, when Zuo Shang went abroad, they were still in contact for the first two years. But after he started working, there was a time difference between the two places. Moreover, Zuo Shang had moved to America to develop his career, so he didn't come back. Their contact gradually faded.
Now, it could be said that they hadn't contacted each other for two to three years. More accurately, they didn't even have a way to contact each other.
But what if?
After all, it was something that she had promised him, and it was an agreement with her best friend. So, Feng Rui started to learn Egg-Fried Rice seriously.
However, it was impossible to make delicious Egg-Fried Rice just by looking at the tutorials online. So, Feng Rui thought of finding a master.
Therefore, Feng Rui found Yuan Zhou through Mr. Wei's introduction. One must know that The Kitchen God started his business with Egg-Fried Rice.
This guy was also a smart person. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to earn five hundred thousand a year in six years. Of course, his family also helped him with the resources.
Therefore, three months ago, he applied to be transferred to the Chengdu branch. After getting a better understanding of Yuan Zhou's valiant achievements, Feng Rui felt that a valiant life didn't need to be explained.
Seeing him as her idol, Feng Rui planned to learn a little from Yuan Zhou first. Then, she would learn from him and slowly turn it into her own.
Because he was introduced by Mr. Wei, an old customer, and Feng Rui indeed had a good EQ and knew the rules, Yuan Zhou proposed a method that was more suitable for laymen.
Yuan Zhou broke down the process of making his Egg-Fried Rice and let Feng Rui imitate it. This was easy to say, but it was very difficult to do. Especially now that Yuan Zhou was at the top of the culinary pyramid. Even if he broke it down, it was still very difficult.
"Today is Wednesday. It's time to eat Egg-Fried Rice." Feng Rui packed up the Egg-Fried Rice and planned to bring it out for the stray cats and dogs.
She used to solve her practice works in this way.
Looking at the time, Feng Rui realized that there wasn't much time left. Therefore, she sped up and packed it up. Then, she went to wash up and change her clothes. Finally, she prepared to go out.
In order to learn the god-tier Egg-Fried Rice well, Feng Rui also put in a lot of effort. Once a week, he would go to The Kitchen God and eat a few bowls of Egg-Fried Rice. He wouldn't eat any other dishes. He resolutely resisted the temptation. He had to learn Egg-Fried Rice before he could eat other dishes.
To be honest, this matter required a lot of perseverance. To be able to resist the temptation of other dishes, which were made by Yuan Zhou, Feng Rui was indeed a talent.
He had been doing this for two months. Now, he had made strategic progress. Therefore, Feng Rui was in a good mood today.
For a promise from ten years ago, Feng Rui had put in a lot of effort. To say that it was for the friendship of the past … Well, it would be too exaggerated. After all, they hadn't seen each other for many years and didn't even contact each other.
As for the promise itself, Feng Rui expressed that he wasn't a person who would do what he said. The most important thing was that he didn't know if Zuo Shang would still remember.
In fact, it was just that he suddenly remembered that there was such a thing, and then he just happened to want to complete it.
Many people liked or hoped to go on a trip when they wanted to, so for Feng Rui, this was something that could be said to be done when he wanted to.
It was that simple!
When Feng Rui arrived at The Kitchen God, there was already a queue. However, there weren't many people in front of him, only seven or eight people.
"Looks like I can be the first to go in and eat today. Last time, I already remembered the fifth step. Today, I should remember the sixth and seventh step." Feng Rui muttered.
Every time Feng Rui ordered Egg-Fried Rice, Yuan Zhou would deliberately slow down a little. Although he was still faster than ordinary people, he couldn't stop Feng Rui from ordering two servings at one time. Therefore, he could still see a little more.
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