"I don't want to sell it very much, I'm very hungry." Fang Bai shook his head and said, "I've been hungry for a day."

"Little breast, why don't you make another bowl?" Zhou Ming suggested with some greed, and others can't force them if they don't sell them.

"Uh..." Fang Bai scratched his head, "Okay, then I'll make another bowl, but there's no food."

"Small things!" Zhou Ming waved his hand quickly.

"You need cold rice overnight, and make fried rice shaking overnight." Fang Bai reminded him.

"Okay!" Zhou Ming nodded.

After a while, Zhou Ming got a large basin of cold rice from outside.

"Didn't you eat? You eat so much?" Fang Bai muttered.

"This..." Zhou Ming touched his head, and he couldn't say he was a stake.

"Can you be hungry because you can't eat the food in this restaurant?" Fang Bai couldn't help but curl his lips and said disdainfully.

"This...what does this mean?" As the chef and owner of the restaurant, Zhou Ming is still very confident in his cooking skills.

Fang Bai didn't know whether he should say it, but the words of someone who was sympathetic in front of him might resonate with him.

"The food in this restaurant is really bad. Let's not talk about the mutton smell of roasted lamb. Although the roast is burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, it has a lot of appetite, but the mutton smell is not removed, just like eating mutton oatmeal eggs, it is smelly and stinky."

"There is also the cabbage, and I don't even add salt. I just boiled it with water. I don't even know how to cut the roots. It smells like earthy and it's really hard to swallow!"

"I'm so bad, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have anything to cook at home, I wouldn't want to stay here!" Fang Bai said a lot of complaints.

But Zhou Ming couldn't hold back his face.

"If you say something loudly, don't blame Zhou for being rude!" Zhou Ming said angrily. The mutton has a smell of smell and the cabbage has a fishy smell. This is well-known. I really suspect that the person in front of me has a broken mind...

"What do you mean to speak loudly? Is this the truth good?"

Fang Bai didn't care about Zhou Ming's anger, so he beat the eggs in with one hand and quickly stir-fry them.

Wait a minute...

"That... don't I have to avoid cooking?" Zhou Ming's attitude suddenly became a little strange.

"What are you avoiding? Isn't it just fried rice?" Fang Bai said indifferently. When the eggs were almost fried, Fang Bai directly scooped a few spoons of rice into the pot. The fat man got a little bit of rice, so Fang Bai didn't put much rice in the pot.

"Egg...fried rice?" Zhou Ming murmured a few times, and then he stared at the fried rice in the pot without turning his eyes. He watched the rice rolling in Fang Bai's hands, and was very handy... This is why people who have been immersed in this art for many years have this foundation. Like ordinary people, they all have their own ideas for fried rice.

Looking at the rolling fried rice with eggs, Zhou Ming seemed to have discovered a new world, but thinking about the four words "Cooking" were not allowed to pass on, Zhou Ming was a little afraid to read... The feeling of wanting to see but not being able to read made Zhou Ming very confused.

When the golden fried rice appeared in front of Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming was a little incredible.

The golden egg flowers, the distinctive rice, the oily light on each rice, and the scent of the erupting fragrance all gave Zhou Ming an illusion of being in heaven.

"Eat it, I won't give you the money for your ingredients, I'm poor!" Fang Bai directly inserted a spoon into Zhou Ming's meal.

"I..." Zhou Ming wanted to say that he was the owner of the restaurant, but after thinking about it, the person in front of him had such a big opinion of his restaurant... he still choked into his mouth.

"Eat while it's hot, the fried rice with eggs will not taste good if it's cold!" Fang Bai instructed that because he helped the fat man to stir-fry rice, his fried rice with eggs will be cold, but it doesn't matter. It's better if it's cold. You can eat it in big mouthfuls without fear of being scalded.

First, I put a small bowl of soup, a bowl of soup before the meal to nourish the stomach, and a bowl of soup after the meal to digest food.

When Zhou Ming sat down, the fragrance of fried rice came to his nose, and the fragrance of rice and eggs came together, making Zhou Ming's stomach even more protested.

Zhou Ming no longer cared about the matter and slurped it into his mouth with a spoon...

He no longer cares about the so-called laws of the chef world.

The egg flowers tenderly wrap the soft and hard rice grains, making Zhou Ming feel like he has risen into heaven. This perfect taste is so cool that he can't extricate himself.

This egg fried rice penetrated Zhou Ming's heart directly. No matter what kind of delicacy it was, it could not be compared with the teacher's original bowl of egg fried rice.

In the records of "The Legend of the Chef", a generation of chefs once said: The teacher's bowl of egg fried rice is a delicacy that I will never forget in my life. Although the egg fried rice is not of high quality and taste is not the best, but... whenever I think of the teacher's bowl of egg fried rice, I think of the teacher's teachings to me!

He had forgotten all the words Fang Bai had said before and could not remember them at all. Now he only had this delicious bowl of fried rice with eggs in his eyes.

When Fang Bai ate his own meal, he couldn't help but sigh at the familiar taste.

It’s like a person thrown into a corner of African mountains. One day he suddenly comes back... You will find that the fried dough sticks on the street are so delicious.

"Bajibaji!"

After bite after bite, Zhou Ming could no longer stop, and even tears came from the corners of his eyes. Why is it so delicious, why is it so delicious?!

What if I can't eat it again in the future?

While Fang Bai was still chewing slowly, Zhou Ming had quickly eaten all the fried rice with eggs and burped!

Looking at the calm young man in front of him, Zhou Ming's only idea at this time was to leave the young man in front of him...

"Master..." Zhou Ming looked at Fang Bai in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Uh..." Fang Bai was stunned. Has a bowl of fried rice conquered the native in front of him?

And the master? Cough cough... Is he a master who only knows how to scramble eggs and fried rice?

"Please accept me as your disciple!" Zhou Ming knelt directly in front of Fang Bai.

It's like a person with internal strength appears on the earth, and then this person appears in front of you, performing a wave of eighteen dragon-subduing palms...

Your only thought must be: kneel down and the master asks to accept disciples.

"I don't know what to do, I can scramble eggs and fried rice..." Fang Bai said helplessly.

"Eat all over the world with one trick. Master, don't worry, I will definitely carry forward the fried rice with eggs!" Zhou Ming begged.

He came from a family of chef Wang and learned cooking at the age of three. However, his talent in cooking was not very good. He entered martial arts at the age of ten and achieved success in martial arts at the age of thirty-three. When he turned to the chef, he was still an intermediate chef...

What is the concept of an intermediate chef? It is equivalent to an intermediate monk.
Chapter completed!