What is wrapped in the vegetable leaves is not a luxurious dish, but the simplest... fried rice?
These rice grains are shiny, with a golden color unique to fat and a strong aroma! Moreover, each grain of rice is as round and milky as pearls. If you don’t look closely, you will think it’s just a pearl.
Old Mo picked up a pearl rice and placed it on the sun and looked at it: "What a good rice!"
After a light pinch, it became a little elastic, as if it contained some protein.
Moreover, from the dispersed fragrance, Mr. Mo dared to conclude that the edible level of this rice must not be lower than level 12. Depending on the quality, the market price is at least 110 belles per kilogram.
This is the monthly salary of an ordinary young man!
"Good and misfortune depend on each other. This time, refugees have a good time and can eat dishes made of this grade of ingredients."
Zhang Wei almost laughed out loud. This is not a high-end ingredient. It is clearly the ordinary rock rice in the Mi Desert, but... it is a perfect copy of the treasure.
The real rock rice will not cost more than 1.5 Bailey.
The prices of the two are nearly a hundred times different!
At this time, more and more refugees gathered around, looking at the huge rice cooker with their eyes.
"Don't worry, everyone has a share!"
As he said that, Zhang Wei pulled the iron chains and steam sprayed out the vegetable buns, and the sky suddenly felt like green rain fell!
The victims were immediately moved and salivated!
The hungry mother knew to open it for the children first, and many old men and ladies couldn't wait to add a trick to them!
The fragrance of rice drifts across the plains, and the sound of chewing voraciously everywhere!
fragrant!
So fragrant!
Why is it so delicious? I feel like my tongue is going to swallow it!
"This...this fried rice is more fragrant than any delicacy I have ever eaten!" an old man said excitedly.
The old man had a goatee and dressed in a well-designed manner. Even his hungry hair was not messy at all. He also had the old-fashioned, superior and pedantic temperament.
It seems that it is a kind of clan elder, and everyone around them respects it very much, but such people with status still praise Zhang Wei's cooking.
Obviously, Zhang Wei did not relax on quality because of quantity.
The clan elder bowed: "I am the fourth generation ancestor of Haiyu Zhaojia Village. You are the gods who come down to earth to save our clan. At least hundreds of thousands of clan members! Please accept my worship!"
As he said that, the old man knelt down tremblingly and was about to kowtow.
Zhang Wei was about to stop him, but he fell to his knees around him.
"This...well, you can eat quickly, don't care about these false gifts. Take some on the way after you have enough, and there are other refugees coming later."
When it came to eating, everyone swallowed another saliva, and after worshiping again, they immediately picked up the fried rice bun and started eating wildly.
"Well! This fried rice is very inclusive!"
"Yes, not just rice, I also ate three fat and tender pork ribs, which complement the plum dishes in the fried rice!"
"No, mine is obviously ham eggs, ham or special starch ham, and the taste is very magnificent!"
"I'm not bad either. Five large pieces of Dongpo pork, one bite of oil and water, it's so fragrant."
Fried rice with shredded pork...
Onion lamb fried rice...
Cumin beef and sheep fried rice...
Fried pork belly fried rice...
Green pepper bullfrog fried rice...
Red pork rice with eel sauce...
Everyone's eyes were wide open, and the corners of their mouths were filled with golden oil...
Old Mo looked at it and took dozens of meatballs on the spot to have a feast for a meal.