txolops Chapter 8 This is real gourmet food!
Chapter 8 This is real gourmet food!
Heat the pan, add cold oil, coat the pan with the oil, then pour in more oil.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen put down the spatula with his right hand and quickly cracked two eggs open with one hand.
With a "sizzle," the egg mixture was poured into the pan, and the egg whites quickly expanded and bubbled under the high temperature.
A second later, Lin Chen picked up the spatula with his right hand and neatly poured a single serving of rice into the pot.
"Clang, clang—"
Lin Chen yanked the wok back with his left hand and pushed it forward with the spatula in his right hand.
Golden eggs and white rice tumbled and collided in mid-air.
Each time the wok is tossed, the sound of the iron wok and spatula colliding has a rhythmic quality.
Standing in front of the tricycle, Liu Wei was experiencing sensory stimulation that was imperceptible from a distance.
The intense heat from the stir-frying over high heat is overwhelming, followed by a rich aroma of eggs and the fragrance of rice.
Liu Wei had one hand in his suit pocket, trying to maintain the demeanor of a senior manager, with his chin slightly raised.
But as Lin Chen increased the frequency of tossing the wok, the aroma seemed to come alive, desperately trying to penetrate his nostrils.
Liu Wei's expression changed. His mouth began to drool uncontrollably, and his cheeks even became slightly sore from the excessive saliva.
"Gurgle."
Liu Wei swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
He turned his head somewhat awkwardly, pretending to be nonchalant as he tugged at the silk tie around his neck, trying to hide his embarrassment.
But his eyes were glued to the fried rice in the pan.
Standing inside the white line, Security Captain Zhang was also craning his neck, his eyes fixed on the golden rice grains bobbing up and down in the pot. He kept swallowing, muttering to himself, "It must have flavoring...it must be flavoring, otherwise it couldn't smell this good..."
"Bullshit! Which eye of yours saw my brother Chen put in any artificial fragrance?"
Wang Hai retorted without hesitation, "If you haven't tasted good pork yourself, don't complain that other people's pigs run faster!"
Lin Chen ignored the voices around him.
He tossed the wok with his left hand while using the tip of the spatula in his right hand to pick up a small pinch of fine salt, raising his wrist to shake it off evenly.
Next, a spoonful of chopped scallions was sprinkled into the pot.
"Boom—" The aroma of scallions exploded instantly when they met the hot oil.
Turn off the heat.
Lin Chen tilted the iron pot slightly with his left hand and gently pushed it with a spatula in his right hand.
A plate of perfectly separated, golden-brown fried rice was placed into a disposable takeout box.
Lin Chen took a spoon, put it in the box, and casually handed it to Liu Wei, who was standing in front of the stall.
"Your food."
Lin Chen spoke calmly, without even raising his head.
Liu Wei quickly reached out and took the lunchbox.
The takeout box was a little hot to the touch. Liu Wei looked down and saw that not a single grain of rice in the box was stuck together. Each grain of rice was tightly coated with golden egg liquid, garnished with bright green scallions, and there wasn't even a trace of excess oil.
Liu Wei took a deep breath, holding the plastic spoon.
He was still making a final struggle in his mind: I am a senior manager of Yintai Building, and I usually eat at romantic five-star restaurants that cost thousands of yuan.
This is just a plate of fried rice from a roadside stall, and it costs ninety-nine yuan a serving. It's an absolute rip-off!
If it tastes bad, I'll smash the lunchbox in the boss's face right now!
With this critical and scrutinizing mindset, Liu Wei scooped up a full spoonful of fried rice and put it in his mouth.
chew.
"boom!"
Liu Wei froze on the spot, the spoon in his hand stopped in mid-air, and his eyes widened instantly.
It wasn't as greasy as I'd imagined from a roadside stall, nor did it have that dry mouth and throat feeling that comes with MSG.
The dry aroma of rice, the rich flavor of free-range eggs, the refreshing sweetness of scallions, and the perfect touch of saltiness blend and burst on the tongue.
The rice grains bounced between his teeth, and that sensation was like an electric current shooting straight from his mouth to the top of his head!
Liu Wei felt as if his soul had left his body at that moment.
Suddenly, the image of the expensive caviar and Wellington steak he had at the Romantic Country restaurant yesterday at noon flashed through his mind.
Compared to this fried rice in my mouth, those so-called high-end meals are simply garbage!
Who says Chinese cuisine is inferior to Western Michelin-starred dining?
Who says Chinese food is just low-class fast food?
To be able to take the most ordinary eggs and rice and make them into something so amazing and incredible, that's true gourmet food!
"tasty……"
Liu Wei let out a muffled murmur.
He completely broke down.
He completely forgot about the prestige of being a senior manager and the custom-made suits costing tens of thousands of dollars.
Liu Wei lowered his head, the spoon in his hand becoming a blur as he frantically shoveled fried rice into his mouth.
"Waaah...it's so delicious!"
"Boss, this food is... absolutely amazing!"
Liu Wei chewed vigorously while shouting indistinctly.
Because he ate too quickly, a grain of golden rice fell onto his suit lapel. Without hesitation, he picked it up with two fingers and put it back into his mouth.
Wang Hai, standing nearby, grinned as he looked at Liu Wei, who looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.
He casually placed a folding stool behind Liu Wei.
"Oh dear, Manager Liu, please eat slowly, don't choke."
This food is dry; it's easy to spill if you eat it standing up. Sit down and eat it.
This time, Wang Hai's tone was no longer sarcastic; instead, it conveyed a sense of pride that his family's craftsmanship had been recognized.
He plopped down on the small stool, holding the lunchbox, and started stuffing large mouthfuls of food into his mouth.
"Wow...it smells so damn good...it's hot!"
Liu Wei kept breathing hot air into his mouth and couldn't stop.
Sitting on another small stool next to him, Tangtang rested her chin on her hands and stared at Liu Wei with wide, curious eyes.
"Uncle Fatty, this uncle in the suit is so pitiful."
Tangtang turned her head and said to Wang Hai in her childish voice, "He ate even faster than the fat uncle just now. Has he not eaten for many days?"
Wang Hai laughed heartily and patted Tangtang's head: "Yes, this uncle used to eat those awful star-rated light meals every day, and his intestines were almost flat from hunger."
"I'm so glad to finally get to eat your dad's cooking today, I have to eat a lot!"
"Oh, no wonder."
The little girl nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Zhang, the security captain standing inside the white line, was completely dumbfounded.
He watched as Liu Wei, the senior manager who usually walked with his head held high, was now squatting on a broken stool, eating a plate of fried rice from a roadside stall, sweating profusely and exclaiming in surprise.
"Manager Liu...?"
The security captain swallowed hard and tentatively called out, "Your suit... has oil stains..."
"Shut up!"
Don't disturb me while I'm eating!
Liu Wei didn't even look up, he waved his hand impatiently, and the spoon in his hand scraped the bottom of the lunchbox with a "crunch".
at the same time.
Li Na and another male colleague, Zhao Qiang, stood in the distance, watching everything that was happening in a daze.
A gentle breeze carried the irresistible aroma of scallions and eggs, while Liu Wei's gluttonous eating in the distance kept stimulating their senses.
"Na... Sister Na..."
Zhao Qiang clutched his stomach tightly, his eyes almost green with rage. "Brother Liu... he's gone mad, hasn't he?"
That's a roadside stall! Why is he sitting on the ground eating?
Li Na's lips, painted with lipstick, trembled slightly.
She originally thought that after Liu Wei bought the food, he would take one bite and throw it in the trash because it was too bad, and then come back to eat at the Gallic Restaurant with them.
But reality slapped her hard in the face.
Liu Wei's eating manner, as if he wanted to swallow the entire lunchbox whole, said it all.
"Gurgle..."
A groan came from Zhao Qiang's stomach; he could no longer hold back.
"I can't take it anymore, Sister Na, I can't hold back."
Whether Mr. Li waits or not is up to me; I need to go see what kind of magic pill he's taking.
If you're not going, I'll go by myself!
After Zhao Qiang finished speaking, he strode quickly toward Lin Chen's tricycle.
Li Na stood there, still holding that cup of coffee in her hand.
She glanced down at the coffee in her hand, then looked up at the fried rice in the distance.
Her inner pride and prejudice against roadside stalls finally crumbled completely in the face of the aroma and Liu Wei's frenzied eating.
"So be it! I'll just have a taste!"
Li Na gritted her teeth and threw the cup of coffee in her hand into the trash can next to her.
Then, in her high heels, she hurriedly followed behind Zhao Qiang toward Lin Chen's tricycle stall.