Chef Mad Queen

Chapter 1214 Golden Fried Rice
Lin Dajin didn't take Zhang Xiaofeng seriously at all, it's just that people from the Eastern Qin Kingdom stood up and wanted to lose face again, of course he wouldn't let it go.

"How about this, kid from the Zhang family, I'll give you a chance." Lin Dajin glanced at Zhang Xiaofeng up and down, and said, "You can fry whatever you want, as long as you have [-]% of my skill in this dish, you will win!"

Lin Dajin didn't talk too much, he thought that the [-]-percent success of his fried rice could not even be achieved by Zhang Zhifan, how could his son cook it?

Zhang Xiaofeng didn't speak, just nodded, walked straight to the stove, and cracked an egg into a bowl.He picked up the chopsticks, twirled his fingertips, and started stirring. To the surprise of others, he actually added some water to the eggs.

Lin Dajin frowned slightly. This is a trick that can increase the taste of egg fried rice. I didn't expect that the kid from this family knew it too.

After Zhang Xiaofeng beat the eggs, he picked up the spoon.I saw that he first poured a small amount of oil into the pot, sautéed the onion and ginger, and after the fragrance came out, he put diced cucumbers, shredded pork and other ingredients into the pot and stir-fried.Pour in the rice and stir fry well.

Zhang Xiaofeng's movements were not fast, but very steady, the hand holding the pot and spoon did not tremble at all.

Lin Dajin's expression gradually turned solemn, the kid from the Zhang family was so skillful, did he really underestimate him?
Zhang Xiaofeng poured in the rice, turned his wrist gradually, speeded up, and fried the rice smoothly and evenly.Instead of adding water to the rice, he poured a spoonful of gravy into it.

Lin Dajin was already staring at Zhang Xiaofeng's movements intently.

The aroma continued to waft out of the pot.

Just when everyone thought that Zhang Xiaofeng was going to add seasoning, stir fry and put away the pot, unexpectedly he put the lid on the pot.

Why is that?
The corners of Feng Qian's mouth raised slightly, she taught Zhang Xiaofeng these tricks, all to improve the taste of the egg fried rice, so that the taste of the rice and the ingredients could better blend together.

After being bored for about ten breaths, Zhang Xiaofeng opened the lid of the pot, added seasoning, and closed the pot.

A plate of bright golden fried rice is out of the pan.I saw that the rice is not only plump and distinct, but also has a golden and bright color. It is decorated with diced cucumbers and minced meat.

It is still the shopkeeper as a judge, come to stretch out the chopsticks to taste.

Everyone stared nervously at the shopkeeper.I saw him put a bite into his mouth, chewed for a while, gave a thumbs up, and said: "It's delicious, it's really delicious, young master, your craftsmanship is really good, it's not worse than President Lin's dish at all." ..."

"It's impossible!" Lin Dajin snatched the chopsticks from the shopkeeper's hand, took a mouthful of rice, and put it into his mouth.

The delicate taste slid over the tip of the tongue, and the mellow fragrance was lost in the mouth. After eating this fried rice, Lin Dajin felt a sense of happiness in his heart!It was even more delicious than the plate he fried.

The chopsticks fell to the ground.

Lin Dajin didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that he lost.

"Hey, let's go."

Lin Dajin left in a huff. Everyone in the West Qin Kingdom was shocked and stunned. After realizing it, they hurriedly followed.

Seeing this scene, everyone in East Qin Kingdom knew that Zhang Xiaofeng had won, and they were all extremely pleasantly surprised.

"Win? We won?"

"Really won!"

"Zhang Xiaofeng, how did you do it?"

Everyone surrounded Zhang Xiaofeng, Zhang Xiaofeng scratched his head, showing a shy expression, Li Yi looked aside, feeling uncomfortable.

Zhang Zhifan didn't expect that his son could beat the president of West Qin Kingdom. He really underestimated his son, whose potential is limitless.

Outside the crowd, Feng Xiaofeng looked at Zhang Xiaofeng's flattered look with a full smile, and nodded in relief.

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That night, Zhang Zhifan and his son were alone in a room, talking to each other.

"How did you cook the fried rice during the day? Did that Fengqian girl guide you?"

Zhang Xiaofeng nodded, and repeated to Zhang Zhifan exactly what Feng Qian had said to him during the day.After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaofeng was still a little apprehensive, wondering why his father asked this.

Zhang Zhifan heaved a long sigh, this Fengqian girl is indeed of extraordinary background, she might be a top spiritual chef in some country.He rubbed Zhang Xiaofeng's head and said: "Let's meet a master, you can learn cooking skills from Miss Feng Qian, you are very lucky."

Late at night, Zhang Zhifan was tossing and turning in bed.

Do you want to ask that Fengqian girl for cooking lessons?I am so old, if I ask a young woman for advice, if it spreads...

Zhang Zhifan was extremely hesitant, but the Eastern Qin Kingdom was at the bottom of the culinary competition every year, and he, the president of the Spiritual Chef Association, also had an inescapable responsibility.No, even if I lose face, I will ask Miss Feng Qian for advice tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Zhang Zhifan came outside Feng Qian's room and knocked on the door.

But nothing happened.

Zhang Zhifan yelled softly for a while without answering, then he felt something was wrong and pushed open the door, only to see that the door was empty, it turned out that Feng Qian and others had already left the place.

Zhang Zhifan stood on the spot in despair.

Early in the morning, Feng Qian and his party received an invitation from the King of Qin to enter the palace. They heard that all the vassal states were invited to this banquet, in order to welcome the guests who came from afar.

With the help of Aunt Qing He, the little prince put on his clothes and ran to Feng Qian to show off.

"Queen, do you think my belt looks good?"

Feng Qian was raising her arms to let Zisu put on her outer shirt, seeing her son was rarely dressed like this today, well dressed.

After Zisu finished putting on her clothes, she knelt down, brushed off the collar of the little prince, and said: "This is the first time you have visited another country with your mother, and you will enter the palace later, so you should be cautious in your words and deeds. do you understand?"

"It's really not easy to say this from Qianqian's mouth!"

A voice came from outside the door, Feng Qian turned her head, and saw Xuanyuanche walking in. He was wearing a dark red embroidered black formal robe, with a stature of more than seven feet, standing in front of Feng Qian, standing alone like a high mountain.

A head of long black hair, neatly gathered in an exquisite white jade hair crown, really echoed the phrase "Young master should only see paintings, and I only know about them. When you write to the end of the world, you must not be a man in the dust." .

Feng Qian looked a little stunned. It's not that she has never seen Xuanyuanche's appearance when he was good-looking, but when he was the king in the past, he always looked like a king in the world. Now he is more like an idle son of a wealthy family, Nobility is pressing, and leisurely and unrestrained.

"Qianqian, what are you looking at?" Xuanyuanche looked at Fengqian in a daze, then looked at himself again, "I've never dressed up like this before, isn't it good-looking?"

Feng Qian hurriedly stood up and replied, "It's pretty, it's pretty, it's really pretty."

The little prince ran to his father and said, "The queen mother is fascinated by her father!"

(End of this chapter)