A mouthful of fried rice at a sky-high price, Old Tang apprenticed on the spot

Chapter 1 Fried Rice for 1 RMB
At 09:30 in the evening, the side street of Luju Road in Yangcheng is very lively.

Snack stalls are lined up one by one, forming a small food street.

All the booths were crowded with people, and some even had long queues.

Only an unremarkable stall at the end of the alley was empty, and there was no one there.

There was only one young boss in his early twenties standing alone behind the stall.

The two beauties who passed by were attracted by the boss's outstanding appearance and the clean and shiny pots and stoves.

But when they saw the sign above the food stall, they all stopped in unison.

They covered their mouths and whispered in surprise.

"Am I reading that right? Is it 1 yuan a copy? There is no decimal point?"

"Is this boss crazy? He dares to sell 1 yuan for fried rice on the street! Is his rice fried with gold?"

While talking, they looked at the boss with contempt suddenly, as if they saw a lunatic robbing money.

Their voices were not low, and Li Yi could completely hear them.

But he just stood behind the booth with his hands behind his back, looking at the clean pots and stoves in thought.

It has been a month since he traveled to this world.

This is a world very similar to Earth, with similar history and culture.

It's just that the live broadcast industry is extremely prosperous, and the money comes in the fastest.

In this world, he is also a game anchor.

But because the level is too good, I started to be the king from the brass, but fell to the black iron after a year, so there has been no audience.

After time travelling, he originally planned to change careers and become a programmer just like in his previous life.

But on the night after crossing, he accidentally entered a mysterious space.

He entered that space after he fell asleep. In that space, he became an apprentice in the ancient imperial dining room, and learned how to cook [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice] from a master named Song.

He stayed in that space for seven years.

But when he returned to reality after learning [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice], he discovered that only one night had passed in reality.

He originally thought it was just a very real dream, but beside his bed, there was a bag of tribute rice, a can of chicken oil, and a bag of dried seafood.

Those are the raw materials in the imperial dining room in the dream space!

Recalling that dream space, he still remembers Master Song's words clearly.

"Stir-frying is the most basic cooking technique, but it is also the most important. It tests the chef's understanding of the ingredients and the control of the heat."

"Your master, I have been in the palace for 27 years, and I only know how to cook this dish of fried rice."

"But there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the imperial dining room. Why is there one of the 81 stoves that belongs to me?"

"Fried rice is the simplest meal. Ordinary people also make it at home, but if you study it to the extreme, there is a lot of knowledge in it. You! It's not enough, and there is something to learn!"

Li Yi counted the days, he stayed in that dream for seven full years, just to learn how to cook this [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice].

During those seven years, he practiced hard day and night and fried tens of thousands of fried rice before he finally cooked the perfect [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice].

And the master in his dream also gave him the last task.

"You have passed my level, but what I say doesn't count, you have to pass the test of His Majesty's emperor's tongue."

"Only when His Majesty is satisfied with the meal, can it be considered the real [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice]."

"Come on! Make another copy! Send it to Your Majesty. If you can get a reward of ten thousand gold from His Majesty, then my mantle can be passed on to you with confidence."

After receiving the ingredients from the master, he woke up.

In real time, only one night passed.

When he first came back, he was still a little dazed.

Didn't he make fried rice for the emperor?Why did you come back suddenly?

But soon he understood.

What kind of prince will Xiangning?

Every diner is an emperor!

Since leaving the dreamland, he hasn't entered that mysterious space again, and for the next few days he slept until he woke up naturally.

Obviously, he can't go back until he completes the task.

So, he spent all his savings, ordered a snack truck, and changed his career to become a fried rice anchor.

The task assigned to him by his master is to get a reward of ten thousand gold.

Gold in ancient times was actually copper, ten thousand gold, that is, ten thousand wen.

According to the ratio of one penny to one yuan, he would have to sell a fried rice for 1 yuan.

This is undoubtedly a proper price of fried rice.

But if you look at the ingredients, the price of this fried rice is really not expensive.

The bag of tribute rice is the tribute rice specially used for the emperor's fried rice in the imperial dining room. It is all the new rice of the year brought by a special ship from Wannian County, Jiangxi Province, and it is carefully selected one by one. The grains are big and full. Two meters cost the same as gold.

And in that bag of dry goods, there are also the best liao ginseng, top-quality dried abalone with half a head, scallops the size of a billiard ball, and so on.

The value of these ingredients alone has far exceeded 1 yuan.

This is not counting the hard work he spent in the dream for seven full years.

Therefore, even if a set of [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice] sells for 1 yuan, he feels he is losing money!
However, in order to complete the task, he still set the price of fried rice at 1 yuan per serving.

However, 1 yuan of fried rice is obviously not affordable for ordinary people.

He has been out of the stall for a week without selling a single fried rice.

Glancing at the phone, the screen was showing the screen of the live broadcast room, and the number of people in the upper right corner showed: 18.

The title of the room is in eight characters.

"Life is not easy, Master Chef sells his skills"!
Live broadcast announcement: Today's menu [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice] 10000 yuan per serving, fried and eaten now, no takeaway.

Looking at the live broadcast room with only a dozen people, Li Yi secretly sighed in his heart.

When will it be possible to sell a copy of 【Supreme Emperor Fried Rice】?
In the live broadcast room, several bullet screens drifted slowly.

"A serving of fried rice worth 1 yuan, how about grabbing money?"

"God of Cooking? You have such a big tone! Please Jade Emperor approve me to challenge him one-on-one!"

"The anchor can obviously grab it, but he gave a bowl of fried rice, which is considered conscientious."

"I didn't expect that I couldn't even afford fried rice."

"Only a fool would eat 1 yuan of fried rice!"

"I started watching it a week ago. The anchor just stood there every day when the broadcast started. It's been a week and he hasn't sold a single fried rice."

"I see, it must be performance art! It satirizes the world where consumerism prevails!"

"..."

Li Yi didn't see these barrages, he had already turned around and wiped the stove again.

In a top chef's cooktop, cleanliness comes first.

After carefully wiping the stove again, Li Yi looked up at the long queues in front of other booths and the empty booth in front of him, and shook his head slightly.

It seems that today is another busy day.

At the same time, several people walked into the alley at the entrance of the alley.

Someone was holding a fill light, someone was holding a camera, and the one walking in front was a fat man with a big head and round face, and his hair was combed back.

People on both sides recognized him and greeted him one after another.

"Old Tang! I'm your fan!"

"Can I take a picture with you?"

This person is a very popular Tandian gourmet blogger, named Tang Renjie, who was a chef. He turned out to be the head chef of the western restaurant of the Sheraton Hotel.

He has tens of millions of fans all over the Internet, and his popularity is not low.

Lao Tang laughed along, took a photo with the fans, and asked by the way: "I heard that there is a fried rice here that sells for 1 yuan a piece. Is it true or not?"

"real!"

The fan was a girl, and she raised her finger to the end of the alley: "I saw it when I came here with my friends, and it really sells for 1 yuan!"

"That's fine, I'm here to shoot this today."

Old Tang turned around, stood facing the camera, and recorded the opening title: "There are a lot of coins in the shop, the real and fake cooks said, and some fans said that there is a food stall in an alley here, and they dare to sell it for 1 yuan a piece." A portion of fried rice! Let’s take a look today, what kind of fried rice dares to sell for 1 yuan! Go! Take a look!”

(End of this chapter)