Author: Flower Planting Little Master

The next morning, Gentle got up.

She went out calmly and did not take the money given by her mother-in-law.

In front of the screen, I walked gently and confidently and vigorously to the entrance of the restaurant.

"Wendy, are you angry when you get up? This expression is so fierce, I'm so scared!"

"Silently light three incense sticks for the restaurant owner."

"This is not here to work, it is clearly here to disrupt the situation!"

"This aura, I love you!"

Amid the cheers of fans, the restaurant owner finally found the person standing at the door.

The business was good yesterday, so she deliberately asked the employees to come to work later today, but she had already arrived, but the employees had not come yet.

As soon as I opened the door and was about to sweep the floor, someone came to the door.

"Eat? Wait a minute!" The boss came out to greet him quickly.

The shop usually runs lunch and dinner, but some locals come in for breakfast.

Therefore, the boss naturally regarded gentleness as a local and spoke in dialect.

Gentle barely understood and walked in.

"Boss, I'm not here to have a meal." She looked around and naturally helped the boss take off the stool on the table.

"Then you are..." The boss was confused.

She looked at Wenrou and couldn't think of anything else.

I must have woken up too early this morning, so my brain was dull.

"I want to make a bet with you." Wenrou put down another stool.

The stool stood heavily on the ground, which shocked the boss.

Isn't this a lunatic?

The boss looked at Wenrou again, a little messy.

"What are you betting on?"

When I asked, the boss felt that he was 80% abnormal.

When he saw the boss getting hooked, he gently pursed his lips and smiled, and stretched out his hand: "Just bet 500 yuan! The chefs in the store each cooked a specialty dish, which was evaluated by diners. Whoever cooked delicious food will win 500 yuan, and the person who lost will have to treat a table of dishes."

Her confident look fell into the boss's eyes, like a sucker who was automatically delivered to her door.

It's a joke!

The boss thought about it and felt that this was not a loss.

Her restaurant is a regular customer on the local food list, and the master has been in the industry for many years, and many people want to poach!

The girl opposite cannot win at all.

"Beauty, if you want to come to the store for dinner, just order a table. The consumption in this store is not expensive. Why bother? You have to give you an extra 500 yuan!" she instinctively advised.

The little girl dressed in ordinary clothes, but she was not a rich man at first glance.

"Boss, are you afraid?" Wenrou raised her chin and looked provocative.

She pretended to look down on this restaurant on the surface, but in fact she thought the boss was still very good.

No wonder Goddess Zhang Zhi recommended Li Mingming to come and work!

"What are you afraid of?" A powerful voice sounded.

The boss and Wen Rou turned their heads and looked at the door.

The person who came was a tall and strong middle-aged man with big arms and round waists, especially his head, standard tiger head and fat ears, and a short buzz cut, he was in a pure prison style.

"Master, it's so early!" The boss greeted.

Looking at this person gently, it seemed that this person was the chef of the restaurant.

The master walked in with a fierce look on his face.

"It's you, can you come early in the morning and find it?"

He looked down at the gentleness and was full of oppression.

If it were someone else, it would have been scared.

Wenrou sighed relieved: "Yes, is the competition?"

Look at the master like this, I will definitely be willing.

The more confident a person is, the more he likes to prove himself!

"Just compete and walk." The master took the lead in walking towards the kitchen.

When it comes to big spoons, he has never lost.

If the boss hadn't been kind to him, he would have gone out to open a restaurant long ago. If he hadn't bragged, who in this area wouldn't like to eat the dishes he cooked?

The kitchen was very neat, and the master picked up the hat and bib hanging on the wall and put it on.

"You can just put on one set. We are a chef and you must pay attention to hygiene." The master was already washing his hands. "After a while, diners are coming. There are still leftovers from yesterday in the refrigerator. We will give it a simple fried rice. I'll give it to you later. Do you have any opinions?"

"No objection!" Gentle put on her clothes obediently.

Her movements fell into the eyes of the master, and she felt that it was not smooth and too slow.

The boss stood at the kitchen door and wanted to be a referee, but someone had already arrived in the store.

She hurried out to greet her.

"Don't worry, everyone, there is a try on fried rice in the restaurant today, so everyone should give it a good review."

Everyone can cook ordinary home-cooked dishes.

However, it will be particularly difficult to make a lottery.

The master opened the stove and directly put a pot of oil on a large iron spoon. He turned the pot and poured the egg liquid in. When it was slightly bubbled, he immediately put the rice in.

As soon as the rice was in, he began to stir the pot and the spoon kept stirring.

When occasionally adding shallots and other seasonings, the spoon didn't stop.

The frozen rice that was originally in the same piece gradually loosened, and each grain of rice was dyed with a golden color.

Standing gentle, I smelled the fragrance.

She was calm and cut cucumbers, ham sausage, mushrooms and shallots, and finally beat a bowl of egg liquid and sprinkled a little black pepper into the egg.

Unlike the master, she first pressed the frozen overnight rice with a spoon. After it was loose, she poured one-third of the egg liquid into the rice and stirred evenly to ensure that every grain of rice was dyed with egg liquid.

Seeing this step, the master was very surprised and showed disdain in his eyes: "Hmph, can you do this? Give up as soon as possible, I will waive you 500 yuan."

The fried rice with eggs is golden and is fried!

Such a method is totally cheating!

Add oil to the pot and gently add the shallots. After the slight aroma comes out, she pours the remaining egg liquid in.

It was always a low fire. She didn't use an iron spoon, but used chopsticks to rotate at high speed, and scratched the egg liquid into fine silk floss.

Finally, she pushed the egg aside, poured soy sauce along the edge of the iron pan.

When the soy sauce bubbling and produced a strong aroma, she poured in the rice, turned to the heat and started to stir-fry.

Midway through, I added a little salt.

Compared with the master, the gentle cooking looks very relaxed, and it feels like a big deal.

"Burn, fried rice with eggs!"

"I have seen the method of gentleness, which is what French Michelin chefs do."

"Oh, is the showdown between China and the West?"

"Wendy supports Wendy, Wendy is the best!"

In the kitchen, the "stinging" sound gradually disappeared.

The two chefs turned off the heat at the same time, served the fried rice with eggs, and sprinkled green green onion on it.

The boss came over and was about to ask, but he saw two plates of fried rice that were exactly the same.

No, it just looks the same at first glance.

After a closer look, each grain of rice is clearly distinguished. Each grain of rice has a golden color and is wrapped in oil, which is particularly attractive. The other is not so shiny, but the color is fresh. Each grain of rice is also golden. The egg liquid on it is like a cloud, tender and has a sense of air!
Chapter completed!