"Sun Ming, was it the chef who just entered the restaurant?" The person who had just criticized Yuan Zhou loudly walked to Sun Ming and said in a low voice.
"Not the chef. He's my friend. He specially came here to support me." Sun Ming knew this person was just blabbermouth and didn't have any bad intentions. Therefore, he said smilingly.
"Oh, then why is he only cooking Egg Fried Rice?" That person muttered.
"It's what I want to eat." Sun Ming said straightforwardly.
"Ok. You are the birthday boy. You have the final say. Come on, everybody, let's propose a toast to the birthday boy." While saying that, they started to heckle Sun Ming to drink.
"Birthday boy, you have to drink today. You have to get drunk." KFC came up and put his hand on Sun Ming's shoulder and said smilingly.
"Exactly. Birthday boy, drink a cup first." More people heckled.
Sun Ming had no choice but to drink a cup of the Egg Fried Rice. Then, he made an excuse that he was waiting for the delicious dishes and would drink it later.
Having walked into the kitchen, Yuan Zhou finally understood what Sun Ming meant. The kitchen wasn't as good as new, but rather, it was brand-new and had never been used. Even the pots were still covered with a plastic seal.
The words of a single man were really not trustworthy. No wonder he came to the restaurant to eat whenever he had nothing to do. It turned out that his own home didn't even have a stove.
"Peng". Yuan Zhou first opened the cabinet to check if the seasonings were all available. He found that all the basic seasonings were there. However, they were all unopened.
Yuan Zhou closed the cabinet and took up a new spatula. Then, he opened the package and began to cook the pot.
Basically, all new kitchenware required this process. Otherwise, the food cooked couldn't be eaten at all.
The cooking process was very simple. First, he washed it clean and then put it on the stove to heat it. After that, he rubbed the whole pot with a small piece of lard. Every time he rubbed it, he washed it again. About three times, it was done. Yuan Zhou's habit was a little different. After that, he boiled a pot of water and put several pieces of pork and carrots in it.
Of course, the purpose was not to stew the soup, but to absorb the residual rust smell from the pot.
After the soup was boiled, Yuan Zhou began to knead the dough. He wanted to make the noodles first so that he could put them into the bowl later.
Although Sun Ming was a foodie, when it came to ingredients, expensive was good. He didn't know how to choose ingredients. Yuan Zhou could tell at a glance that this flour was the most expensive kind on the supermarket shelves. It was packaged in a popular thick paper bag. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed medium gluten flour.
With a sound of "Rip", Yuan Zhou tore open the paper bag and pinched the flour. The moisture content was not bad. Smelling it carefully, he found that the original fragrance of the wheat was a little less and the flour was too white and too fine. It was basically like this after processing.
Pouring the flour into a large stainless steel basin, Yuan Zhou began to knead the dough. Because the flour itself was fragrant and the quality of the flour was not enough, he directly replaced the water with eggs to prevent the smell of bleach from further covering the fragrance of the flour itself. He sprinkled some salt to remove the fishy smell and increase the tenderness of the wet dough.
Yuan Zhou was busy in the kitchen. He was kneading the flour that had turned slightly yellow due to the addition of eggs. At that time, KFC stood at the door and asked.
"Do you need help?"
"No need. You can go and play." Yuan Zhou tilted his head and said softly. Of course, it wasn't because Yuan Zhou was gentle, but because he was afraid that his saliva would fall into the dough if he spoke too forcefully. There was no face mask in the kitchen.
"You will be very slow if you do it alone. You can go out and play as soon as possible." KFC was quite enthusiastic. While saying that, he prepared to roll up his sleeves and come in to help.
"You can't do what I do. I like to do it by myself." Yuan Zhou still tilted his head and said with an earnest expression.
"Well, alright. If you need any help, just call me." KFC put down his hands and said with a shrug.
"No problem." Yuan Zhou straightforwardly began to knead the dough earnestly.
Kneading the dough required special skills. What Yuan Zhou integrated was not only the recipe, but also the skills. Even if it was such an ordinary flour, Yuan Zhou would try his best to make it taste different. He would try his best to restore the original freshness of the ingredients and then make a top-notch delicacy.
And that was exactly what Yuan Zhou was doing at the moment. After kneading the dough, the basin was clean and the dough was smooth. His hands were also clean. Then, Yuan Zhou started to roll the noodles on the mat that had been prepared in advance.
"Why isn't there any sound inside?" Suddenly, someone asked.
It was Sun Ming's birthday. This time, he treated everyone at his own home and ordered takeout for most of the dishes. Later, however, he told everyone that a friend would come specially to eat the Egg Fried Rice and Longevity Noodles. It was fine if the friend cooked other dishes, but the Egg Fried Rice was too ordinary, which made everyone curious.
Now the friend came. He seemed to be an indifferent uncle. However, after such a long time, there was no sound at all except for the sound of water at the beginning.
"Isn't it the Egg Fried Rice? Hasn't it started yet?" A girl set down the wine glass and asked curiously.
"It's been so long. Is he still washing the pot?" Someone took the wine glass and said.
"That's possible. With so many people here, even the Egg Fried Rice is not an easy task." The one who said that seemed to have experienced it deeply.
"I think we'd better not count on it. Anyway, there are so many dishes." There were still some people who didn't think highly of it. They had all seen the kitchen of Sun Ming's home just now, but it was new and hadn't been used yet. It was always inconvenient to cook in such a kitchen without any smoke and fire. Yuan Zhou indeed didn't look like a great chef.
"Alright. Do you think I don't know about my brother's culinary skills? I'm treating you guys to a meal. Don't say anything else." Sun Ming set down the wine glass and said affirmatively.
"He doesn't mean anything else. He's just asking if he needs any help." Immediately, someone explained.
"I went to have a look just now. Yuan Zhou was kneading the dough and said he didn't need any help." KFC said quietly.
"It turns out to be the hand-rolled noodles. No wonder there's no sound." The girl who spoke just now sighed with emotion.
"I'm quite interested in the hand-rolled noodles. It's chewy." A fat man said.
Then, the topic was diverted. They all began to discuss the difference between the hand-rolled noodles and the ordinary noodles.
On the other side, Yuan Zhou had already poured away the soup and washed the pot. Then, he began to scatter all the rice.
Wearing gloves, he carefully separated the rice that was stuck together. His movements were very gentle. The rice grains were intact and carried the fragrance of the cold rice. The wet cloth covering the rice also kept the moisture of the rice well. Now that the rice was scattered, it looked quite beautiful.
After the rice grains were separated, the wet cloth was uncovered to dry. Then, Yuan Zhou began to beat the eggs. He first shook the eggs a few times in his hand and then knocked them into the bowl with one hand. Then, he continued shaking other eggs with the other hand. Both of his hands were doing different things at the same time.
As for the skill of knocking eggs with one hand, Yuan Zhou had gradually become proficient after cooking Egg Fried Rice for too many times. However, this skill was very convenient.
There were about 11 people outside and 12 of them including himself. Yuan Zhou directly broke 14 eggs into a big bowl and quickly mixed them with a little warm water to make the eggs more tender and smooth.
"Pa", the gas stove was turned on and Yuan Zhou began to heat the pot and prepare the Egg Fried Rice.
Of course, Yuan Zhou's habit was still to cook the Golden Fried Rice. He didn't intend to add spring onions.
After the steam in the pot dried up, Yuan Zhou poured a small amount of oil at the bottom of the pot. When the oil was slightly smoking, Yuan Zhou poured in the cold rice and stirred it slightly. After making sure that each rice grain was coated with a thin layer of olive oil, he poured the eggs into the center of the pot and started the wonderful change of the Egg Fried Rice in the pot.
The people who were chatting happily outside suddenly stopped … because they smelled the fragrance.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
