txolops Chapter 6: Daddy's cooking is the best in the world!
Chapter 6: Daddy's cooking is the best in the world!
"Brother Chen, no customers have placed any orders yet, why are you starting the fire?"
Wang Hai looked at Lin Chen's actions, scratched his head in confusion, and asked, "Shouldn't we make a shout first?"
"No need to shout it out."
Lin Chen glanced at the time and said calmly, "It's six o'clock. Tangtang should have dinner."
You didn't eat lunch either, so this first pot is for you two to have something to eat first.
Upon hearing this, Tangtang, who had been sitting obediently on the small stool, instantly brightened up with her big eyes and happily swung her short legs: "Yay!"
Time to eat Daddy's cooking!
Lin Chen stood in front of the stove, and his aura instantly calmed down.
He firmly gripped the handle of the iron pot with his left hand and picked up a bottle of the most ordinary cooking oil with his right.
The bottom of the pot quickly turned slightly white from the heat.
Lin Chen tilted the oil bottle slightly with his right hand, and a stream of clear oil poured in along the edge of the pot.
As soon as the oil came into contact with the hot iron wok, a wisp of smoke instantly rose up.
Lin Chen flicked his left wrist slightly.
The heavy iron pot seemed to lose its weight in his hands, and he used his wrist strength to draw a semicircle in mid-air.
The hot oil in the pot rolled evenly along the inner wall, thoroughly coating the bottom of the pot.
Then, he put down the oil bottle with his right hand, picked up the iron spatula next to him, and neatly poured the excess hot oil in the pot into the waste oil bowl next to him.
Heat the pan, then add cold oil; it will never stick.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen put down the spatula with his right hand and took out two small free-range eggs from the egg tray next to him.
Without any unnecessary movements, hold the egg in one hand, gently tap the middle of the shell with your thumb, and then use your fingers to pry it open to both sides.
"Sizzle—" Two eggs fell directly into the hot iron pot.
The transparent egg whites instantly bubbled and expanded, with crispy white edges formed at the edges.
The egg mixture was added to the pan less than two seconds after it was poured in, before it had fully solidified.
Lin Chen gripped the spatula again with his right hand and quickly picked up the old rice that had been prepared earlier.
With a flick of his wrist and a push of the spatula, two portions of rice slid into the pot.
From beginning to end, his hands did not touch any of the ingredients.
As the rice hit the semi-solidified egg, Lin Chen suddenly exerted force with his left hand.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Instead of pressing the rice down with a shovel like a typical street vendor, he suddenly pulled the wok back with his left hand while simultaneously pushing the spatula forward with his right.
The rice and egg in the pan tumbled in the air, tracing a perfect parabola before settling back to the bottom.
As Lin Chen rhythmically and explosively tossed the wok with his left hand, his right hand swiftly sliced through the rice grains with the spatula, the semi-solidified egg yolk was completely shattered.
The high temperature brought out the aroma of rice inside the aged rice, while the broken egg yolk liquid tightly coated every grain of rice in the instant before solidification.
The originally white rice quickly turned into an enticing golden color in the symphony of the iron pot and the high temperature.
At this point, the rice in the pot had been fried until each grain was distinct.
The rice grains bounced around at the bottom of the pot, making a soft "crackling" sound.
Lin Chen used the edge of the spatula in his right hand to pick up a small pinch of fine salt from the spice box, and with a flick of his wrist, the fine salt fell evenly into the pot like a fairy scattering flowers.
Then, he used a spatula to scoop up a spoonful of chopped scallions that he had prepared that afternoon and sprinkled them directly onto the golden rice.
The fire was brought under control.
"Boom—" The moment the scallions touched the hot oil, a fragrant aroma spread in all directions.
There are no chemical flavorings; it's just the pure, natural flavor of rice, free-range eggs, scallions, and hot oil brought together under extreme heat!
The aroma was rich and not greasy at all. Carried by the evening breeze, it crossed the white line on the ground and drifted throughout the entire square.
Lin Chen turned off the gas stove.
The cooking ended with the final toss of the wok.
Lin Chen lifted the heavy iron pot with his left hand, tilting his wrist slightly.
With his right hand, he gently blocked the attack with the spatula.
The golden fried rice, coated with egg and scallions, was divided into two portions along the edge of the pan and slid into two pre-prepared disposable takeout containers.
The particles are distinct and do not stick together.
Even the bottom of the pot was spotless.
Lin Chen took two clean small spoons and put them into the box.
He picked up one of the boxes, walked to Tangtang, bent down, and handed it to his daughter.
"It's a little hot, blow on it before you eat it."
Lin Chen gently stroked his daughter's hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"Thank you, Daddy!"
Tangtang eagerly took the lunchbox, scooped up a large spoonful with her small spoon, blew on it twice, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.
The little girl closed her eyes, her cheeks puffing out as she chewed, her face full of a happy smile: "So delicious!"
Daddy's cooking is the best in the world!
Lin Chen smiled, turned around and handed the other box to Wang Hai.
"Eat up, you'll have the energy to work."
"Brother Chen, then I won't stand on ceremony!"
Wang Hai's mouth was already watering from the aroma. He took the lunchbox and wolfed down the food, exclaiming, "Holy crap...it smells so good!"
Although this is only the second time I've eaten here, it's absolutely heavenly food!
Just as the father, daughter, and brothers were having a heartwarming meal.
Twenty meters away. The three white-collar workers who had been mocking Lin Chen and claiming they were going to a five-star French restaurant were walking towards the other end of the square in their leather shoes.
The female office worker at the front had only taken a few steps when she suddenly stopped abruptly.
She wrinkled her nose.
"Why aren't we leaving? Mr. Li is still waiting for us at the restaurant."
Her male colleague behind her almost bumped into her, and frowned in displeasure.
He was stunned as soon as his male colleague finished speaking.
The aroma of scallions, mixed with the soul-stirring fragrance of eggs, filled their nostrils.
The male colleague's pupils dilated slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently involuntarily.
"Gurgle."
He could clearly hear himself swallowing.
"What...what is this taste?"
Another male office worker who hadn't spoken until now also stopped, turned around, and looked in the direction twenty meters away.
Beside the dilapidated tricycle, a fat man and a four-year-old girl were eating juicy food from a cardboard box. Their expressions of satisfaction and enjoyment were a hundred times more tempting than any mukbang video!
The female office worker was still holding that high-end espresso in her hand, but at this moment, the coffee flavor that she usually found rich and mellow taste was as bland as a cup of dishwater in the face of the aroma of fried rice.
Her once firm steps now felt like they were made of lead, and she couldn't take another step.
The body's instincts are frantically sending "hunger" signals to the brain.
"They definitely added chemical additives!"
The female office worker gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her image as a high-level executive, and said, "Chinese restaurants love to use these kinds of tricks to deceive people!"
Although she said that, her legs turned half a circle uncontrollably, facing the direction of Lin Chen's stall.
She couldn't help but slightly open her mouth and take two deep breaths of the fragrance in the air.
The male colleague stared intently at the box of golden fried rice in Wang Hai's hand, swallowed hard, and said in a slightly dry voice, "But... this smells like it doesn't have any artificial flavoring at all; it's just the pure aroma of scallions and eggs..."
The three white-collar workers who had just been arrogant and loudly proclaiming that Chinese food was garbage were now frozen in place, watching others eat with longing, unable to move an inch.
At the same time, the security captain, who had been standing inside the white line with his arms crossed, ready to see Lin Chen make a fool of himself, completely broke down.
He was closest, so he was subjected to the most intense "fragrance attack".
Adding to the commotion, Wang Hai was holding a lunchbox and deliberately breathing on him while eating, the smell of which directly gripped his stomach.
"Gurgle, gurgle—" A loud sound suddenly came from the security captain's stomach.
The sound was particularly clear at the relatively quiet edge of the square.
Wang Hai, who was shoveling rice into his mouth, stopped what he was doing, laughed without any restraint, and loudly mocked, "Oh!"
Captain Zhang, what's wrong with your stomach?
Who just said that only blind, high-level white-collar workers would eat our Chinese food?
Why is your stomach already rumbling as soon as we start cooking?
The security captain's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he awkwardly clutched his stomach.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Who's craving your lousy fried rice?!
The security captain, trying to sound tough but actually sound weak, tried to argue, "I...I ate too much at noon, and my stomach is still digesting!"
Yes, the stomach is moving, you know?
"Haha, alright, you can slowly wriggle around."
Wang Hai deliberately scooped up a large spoonful of golden fried rice, waved it in front of the security captain, and then ate it in one bite. "Wow, the egg coating is amazing, and the rice is so fragrant! It's incredible!"
Captain Zhang, if you're hungry, why don't you cross this white line and buy some?
The security captain's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he smelled the enticing aroma, and he swallowed hard.
He even instinctively lifted one foot, wanting to cross the white line.
But in the end, reason prevailed over hunger.
He abruptly pulled his foot back and glared fiercely at Wang Hai.
"Get lost! I'd rather starve to death than eat a single bite of your roadside food!"
Just then, the three male colleagues among the white-collar workers twenty meters away finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He rubbed his rumbling stomach and suggested in a low voice, "How about... we go over and buy one to try?"
Since Mr. Li hasn't arrived yet, let's just buy one serving and have a taste...
The female office worker bit her lower lip tightly, watching Tangtang and the fat man eating heartily. Her pride and her frantic appetite were locked in a fierce struggle.