Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1213 Fried Rice Competition
"Father..." Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't help standing up.

"I've made up my mind." Zhang Zhifan was quite firm, turned his head and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, please borrow your kitchen here."

"It's easy to talk, I'll go and prepare." The shopkeeper who was watching didn't dare to offend the people of the Spirit Kitchen Association, and hurriedly told Xiaoer to go to the kitchen to prepare ingredients and utensils.

Zhang Zhifan's decisiveness made Lin Dajin suspicious. Could it be that this guy has developed some new dishes?Impossible, if he really has the skill of pressing the bottom of the box, he will definitely use it in the competition. It's okay, I just took this opportunity to test him.

Thinking of this, Lin Dajin grinned with a Maitreya-like smile, as if he had succeeded.

"It's a good show." Sikong Shengjie said to himself with a smile.

Feng Qian and Xuanyuan Che looked at each other, both showing expressions of watching a play.

In the kitchen of the inn, the spirit chefs of the two sides confronted each other, which was full of the smell of gunpowder.

Zhang Zhifan looked at Lin Dajin and asked, "What do you want to compare?"

Lin Dajin looked around, his eyes finally fell on a pot of leftovers on the stove, and he pointed to it: "We compare this...fried rice!"

Everyone was a little surprised, and then showed a stunned expression.Because fried rice seems simple, but it is the most test of the chef's skills and skills. From the perspective of rice, the grains should be distinct. When frying the house, the amount of water added should be controlled just right. If there is too much rice, it will stick together. If there is less rice It will be too dry to swallow.In addition, each grain of rice must be well-fried, and the heat should be controlled in place, so that each grain of rice has a golden color.

Zhang Zhifan's complexion changed slightly. He was always keen on studying big dishes. He didn't spend much time on daily dishes like fried rice, but now he could only bite the bullet and agree: "Okay, fried rice is fried rice."

Not much to say, the two of them acted at the same time, one person and one stove.

Zhang Zhifan chose ingredients such as dried plums, potatoes, and chicken, while Lin Dajin chose ingredients such as peas, diced ham, and carrots.

While watching, the little prince asked curiously: "Mother, why is their fried rice different from yours?"

Feng Qian lightly smiled and said, "Fried rice is more than just fried rice with eggs. If I guess it's right, they should be cooking fried rice with dried plums and Yangzhou fried rice."

"Fried rice with dried plums? Yangzhou fried rice?" The little prince continued to watch the battle with his eyes wide open.

The two spirit chefs held the pots and spoons in their hands, flipped their wrists quickly, put the ingredients into the pot in a timely and orderly manner, kept stirring, discarded and dropped the rice, and repeated the cycle, throwing rings on the top of the pot, It's like throwing acrobatics.

The kitchen is full of the aroma of food, which makes people move their index fingers.

Fried rice pays attention to the heat, as the saying goes, it doesn't take long to combine leftover rice and fresh ingredients in one pot, cook and stir-fry to become a new dish.In a blink of an eye, the two people in front of them also entered the final stage of mixing the seasoning.

Feng Qian watched the whole process and shook her head secretly. Xuanyuan Che noticed it and looked at her suspiciously.

Feng Qian turned her head and whispered softly to Xuanyuanche: "Zhang Zhifan lost because of the selection of ingredients. The fried rice is already greasy. He also chose ingredients such as dried plums and potatoes, and the frying heat was a bit too high. This plate of Yangzhou fried rice is obviously much fresher, I guess Zhang Zhifan usually doesn't cook much rice, that's why he made this mistake."

"Qianqian's vision is really powerful." Xuanyuanche looked at Fengqian appreciatively and said.

Take out the fried rice on both sides separately and place on a plate.Visible to the naked eye, Yangzhou fried rice is plump and distinct, and the color is bright and colorful, which makes people like it at first sight.In contrast, the fried rice with plum dried vegetables was dull in color and looked almost ordinary.

Lin Dajin glanced at the two plates of fried rice, and glanced at Zhang Zhifan triumphantly.The latter obviously also saw the gap in appearance between the two sides, and his face was not good-looking.

Considering that they were in an inn, the two asked the shopkeeper to taste and judge, whose fried rice was more delicious and skillful.

The shopkeeper first tasted the fried rice with dried plums and vegetables with his chopsticks, nodded in satisfaction, then stretched out his chopsticks to Yangzhou fried rice and put it in his mouth. A slightly surprised expression appeared on his face, and he couldn't help taking another bite.

Those present were all knowledgeable, and upon seeing the shopkeeper's reaction, they knew that the competition had been divided.

"President Zhang, your fried rice doesn't taste very good." Lin Dajin tasted it with his chopsticks, and immediately spit it out with a "bah".

"You..." Seeing this scene, the people of East Qin Kingdom were extremely angry, this Lin Dajin is too disrespectful!

Zhang Zhifan's expression was devastated, and he didn't have any words to fight back.

Zhang Xiaofeng, who was at the back of the crowd, felt distressed and sad when he saw his father being bullied like this, but he had nothing to do, he could only bite his lip, clenched his fists, and stared angrily at the triumphant Lin Dajin.

Feng Qian noticed this scene and quietly walked to Zhang Xiaofeng's side.

"Do you want to avenge your father?" Feng Qian pointed at Lin Dajin and said softly.

"I think." Zhang Xiaofeng nodded firmly, but was immediately discouraged, "But my cooking skills are not as good as his..."

"I'll teach you how to do it, just like this..." Feng Qian pointed out to Zhang Xiaofeng softly.

On the other side, other people from the West Qin Kingdom were also tasting two plates of fried rice. While eating, they belittled Zhang Zhifan, and they didn't forget to praise the Yangzhou fried rice made by their president.

"This fried rice with dried plums and dried vegetables is simply incomparable to the one made by our president. It's unpalatable to death."

"That's right, what did you do?"

Lin Dajin became more and more complacent, and the smile on his face completely spread out. At this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted his good mood: "You are not allowed to insult my father!"

Lin Dajin looked around, and a young man stood out from the crowd, his face was vaguely similar to Zhang Zhifan, he recognized it, and teased: "Oh, are you Zhang Zhifan's son? No one is allowed to tell!"

Zhang Xiaofeng stared at Lin Dajin, and said, "I want to challenge you! Let's make fried rice! Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the Eastern Qin Kingdom opened their mouths in surprise, while those in the Western Qin Kingdom laughed wildly.

"I laughed so hard, did I hear you right, this kid wants to challenge our president?"

"Even his father can't compare, can he do it? Don't even look at how many catties I have."

Zhang Zhifan also looked at his son worriedly: "Xiaofeng..."

He just lost a round, and he has already lost the face of East Qin, if he loses another round...

But Zhang Xiaofeng nodded at him very confidently: "Father, just let me try!"

Seeing that he was so persistent, Zhang Zhifan also wanted to win the game, and turned his head to look at Feng Qian, wondering if Miss Feng had taught him some tricks just now, so he nodded in agreement, and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, Dad supports it." you."

Zhang Xiaofeng showed a happy smile.

(End of this chapter)