In Li Bai's eyes, cooking in a non-stick pan is definitely an unprofessional expression. Non-stick means non-stick, but the heat is poor.

When cooking, you have to use a large oil pan with green smoke rising directly. As long as the temperature is high, the non-stick coating will be completed. The non-stick pan will not reach the ideal oil temperature state no matter what.

"Ah? But without this layer, the pot will be completely scrapped!"

The third generation of chefs are almost crazy. The non-stick pan cannot be used. Just throw them away. Why bother to fight to the death and ravage them with steel wiping balls? Are you having a grudge against the non-stick pan?

There is no hatred, it is just to return to nature and return the true nature.

If it was not a cooked iron pot bottom, but an aluminum pot bottom, Li Bai probably had no choice but to throw it away.

Although I couldn't figure it out, the chef still found a large ball of steel wool balls, which foreigners also used. Even if the kitchen was not prepared, the chef would carry a ball with him. It was not heavy anyway. It was very important and very practical.

Li Bai got the steel wool ball and brushed it hard on the 24-inch double-eared pot with a mottled non-stick coating.

The fine steel wire was scraped over and the coating was applied. After more than a dozen strokes, and then rinsed with water, the inside of the whole pot became shiny and returned to the original silver-gray color of the cooked iron.

Seeing Li Bai finishing cleaning, the chef was stunned. The pot was completely finished!

As for killing them all like this?

"Is there any oil? It's better to be lard!"

He scrubbed the pot with dishwashing detergent and cleaning cloth. Li Bai took the big pot and threw it onto the stove and started to heat it.

“Yes, yes!”

The chef who was only good at fried rice, the only Chinese craft, quickly reacted.

There must be lard, he will carry it with him!

I quickly brought a transparent glass bottle, which was full of white cream. The first oil used for fried rice with eggs was oil, the second oil was peanut oil, the third was soybean oil, and the most fun thing was fried rice with olive oil.

The ingredients used to boil these lard are not pork plaster but pork net oil, which naturally has a strange fragrance and is more suitable for stir-frying than ordinary lard.

The residual water in the pot evaporated by the high temperature brought by the hot pot.

Li Bai casually dug a spoonful of lard and swung it into the pot. The white grease block that was originally solidified would melt when it was heated. He grabbed the ears of the pot and quickly moved along the inside of the pot. He left a large piece of oil wherever he passed, and in a blink of an eye, moistening the entire pot.

The half-baked chef with a big face and a thick neck scratched his ears and cheeks, unable to understand the meaning, and couldn't help asking, "I'll ask, what are you doing?"

"Don't you know the new pot's boiling pot?"

Li Bai glanced at the fat chef with a squinted look. It was indeed unprofessional and he didn't even know how to make a fuss.

After removing the non-stick coating, this pot is equivalent to a complete new pot.

The new pot must be boiled, otherwise it will not be used.

The method of opening the pot is to use pork skin with thin remaining fat, and then dry it over high heat and rub it for more than a dozen times. The pork skin fat and fat are soaked in the pot, filling gaps and tiny holes that are difficult to see in the naked eye to form the most natural patina coating.

Using lard is easier to use, and can achieve the same effect, or even better, but the cost is much higher than the skin. In a 24-inch pot like this, one or two lard cans can’t be opened for a few bits of lard.

The first time it is called boiling pot, and then it is called growing pot. If it is raised a hundred or eighty times, as long as the material of this pot is solid, it can basically be regarded as a family heirloom, and the more you use it, the better.

Boil the pot!?

The third generation of chefs born and raised in North America do not know that they cannot be dried in a non-stick pan, but cooked iron pans are OK!

As long as it doesn't burn red, suddenly use cold water to de-energize it, and just use a large steel spoon to easily fight.

Soon, the blue smoke began to rise.

"The temperature is too high! It's too high! It's past! It's past! The pot is about to melt!"

Seeing that the lard was completely burned, the whole pot was oily and blue smoke began to rise from the stove. The chef, whose eyes were so wide that he stared at the big pot and shouted. It would be strange if the ingredients were not blurred if they were cooked in this way.

"Don't make noise, it's not high at all, please be optimistic!"

When Li Bai waited for the smoke to grow a little bigger, he picked up his own plate, took out the drink cup, chopsticks and spoon, and poured it into the big pot regardless of the rice and dishes inside.

There was a thundering sound, and he held the pot ears and shook them casually, picked up the steel large horse spoon and slapped them hard.

The heat waves are rolling and the smoke is everywhere. The small fights and fuss between the whole person and the chef are completely different. This is the real world of human fireworks in the world.

Brush the pot seven or eight times, stir-fry a few times quickly, pick a spoon of big horses, and the chowder you like is served!

The uncooked ones are cooked, and the cooked ones are more delicious, and there is no burnt at all.

As long as the heat is strong enough and the oil is strong enough, it sticks to the pan? That doesn't exist at all.

Isn’t it delicious to have the original authentic non-stick pan of my ancestors?

What other non-stick coating is needed?

The Western devils are all good at fooling people.

"I, I, this is magic! Oh no, it is a magic trick!"

I have never seen a chef who has traditional Chinese fried oil pan craftsmanship and is as stupid as if he has lost his soul.

It's really not sticky at all, the bottom of the pan is woolly oily and nothing is attached to it.

"In the future, wash with water or wipe with cloth, do not use dishwashing liquid and alkali. The oil film will become thicker and thicker. When it is completely fried and black, it will be a real non-stick pan."

Li Bai threw down the big pot and picked up his own plate. When he left the kitchen, he also said that the first oil film formed, if it encounters a dishwashing detergent that is specialized in oil, it will be destroyed immediately. The pot is equal to vain.

The service staff who chased the kitchen door had already been stunned. Who is the cook?!

If this third generation chef kept using this newly-developed pot to make fried rice fried rice, it would probably not take long before the pot would be developed into a fried rice artifact, adding three points of skill.

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If the cook made the meal before was only 40 points, then the chowder that was almost fried after a blast of heat has at least 60 points, and the additional heat is 50%.

He returned to his original seat with the plate. Li Bai was about to continue moving. He was about to put down the spoon when there was a sudden flash of white light outside the restaurant without warning. At the same time, a few loud roars were deafening, as if the earth was shaking.

"Damn it! Thundering!"

"This ghost weather!"

The people who were dining in the restaurant raised their heads in confusion and looked outside the door or window. Some people were shocked by the sudden thunder and couldn't help but complain.

The gloomy sky began to float again. Thunders were not missing in autumn and winter, but it was relatively rare, not to mention that the rain is not heavy at the moment.

Li Bai, who was holding a spoon in his hand, suddenly disappeared from his seat. In the blink of an eye, he came outside the restaurant gate.

At the time of lightning and thunder, he noticed a trace of the fluctuation of the demonic aura. This fluctuation was very familiar, and it was clearly from the demon girl of Qingyao.

Which one of them was blind and caused this green dragon to make a big fuss.

At this time, someone saw Li Bai missing from his seat. He was so scared that the tableware in his hand fell off and his eyes widened, just like seeing a ghost in the daytime. Then he couldn't help but rub his eyes, unable to figure out how the other party left, or disappeared.

Li Bai returned to the open space full of tiny pebbles, and the raindrops falling from the sky naturally avoided him.

Feng Hu, who was originally lying on the ground, has disappeared. I don’t know where to hide in a circle and curse the big demon.

Li Bai saw under a wooden shed in the woods not far away, and the brothers Zhao Ziwu and Benjamin Cao stood in front of the wooden table as if struck by lightning. The former pointed to a big tree struck by lightning, looking in a daze, looking very scared.

The big tree that was struck by lightning was very miserable. The thick branches and leaves were completely blown away, leaving only a small half of the thick trunk that needed two people to embrace each other, exposed white wood cores, and large areas of charred and unscathed after the rain. Widths of blue smoke rose, which was scary just looking at.

Where is the Qingyao witch?

What happened to the few lightning bolts with demonic energy fluctuations just now?!

Li Bai looked around, but did not see the figure of the green dragon. The big witch was not there, and the little witch was naturally not there either.

A scream and a burst of laughter came with the wind. He followed the sound and saw the figure of a pillow flying in the window of a wooden house in the distance. He was immediately furious. The two witches began to continue the morning pillow battle.

Haven't encountered any enemy at all!

It makes people worry for nothing.

Under the wooden shed, Benjamin Cao held his chin with his hands, closed his mouth manually, and said blankly: "Junior brother, you made a big move, and you kept your big move silently."

Thunderbolts and lightning all the way, he slashed a towering tree into this shape, and his little heart was still pounding.

The Master’s ancestors’ Nine Sky Taiyi Five Thunder Spirit Talisman, probably, is that at this level?

Besides, as far as he knows, the heirloom talisman has a history of more than 500 years, and maybe it has passed its shelf life.

It is probably a matter of whether the sky thunder can be really summoned.

"I, I don't know either."

Zhao Ziwu, who suddenly became stuttering, was almost about to cry, and he couldn't explain clearly what was going on.

Just now, he and his senior brother returned to the wooden table, but found that some snarky trick was made by a prank, so he drew a turtle on the pretty yellow paper.

First draw a circle, draw a hexagon inside, connect the edges and corners to the circle, then there are any four legs, big head, thin tail, two small ink dots for eyes, and a rough and simple turtle took shape.

This ugly turtle wasted a small cup of secret talismans and a qualified yellow paper.

Zhao Ziwu smiled bitterly and shook his head, picked up the turtle talisman, and threw it out casually.

After being painted randomly, this yellow paper has no use anymore and becomes a piece of waste paper.

However, his senior brother Benjamin Cao did not expect that the piece of talisman that he threw out should have fallen to the ground and was quickly wet by the raindrops and turned into a ball of pulp. However, in the air, this meaningless turtle talisman activated itself incredibly, and it was spontaneously ignited without wind. In the next second, several thick lightning bolts fell from the sky, slashing a big tree to pieces, leaving only half of the tree stumps, proving that he had existed.
Chapter completed!