The big red envelope system of the heavens and the world

Chapter 42 [Golden Fried Rice]

ps1: The pain of not knowing how to cook! (Watermelon just makes some home cooking!)
ps2: If you have anything you want the protagonist to get, you can leave a message in the comment area.

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Chonglou smiled happily!
The smile is like a chrysanthemum, which means the smile on his face.

He hadn't cooked the egg fried rice yet, no... it was golden fried rice, Zihu thought he couldn't beat Zilong, which made him feel very ridiculous, and said: "Mr. Zihu, your words are too biased Bar?"

"Young man, don't think my words are unpleasant. I naturally have my own judgment when I say this."

Zihu said: "If you don't believe me, stretch out your hands."

Chong Lou really didn't believe it, and stretched out his hands.

His hands are white, clean and unadorned, with a little bit of jade under the warm sunlight.

If these hands were not on Chong Lou's body, it would be easy for people to mistake them for a pair of women's skillful hands.

Chong Lou was puzzled and said: "There is no extra finger, and there is no missing finger, everything is normal."

"Ha ha……"

Zihu was amused by Chonglou, and said: "Look at my hands again, and then at their hands." Then, he also stretched out his hands, and nodded to look around at the chefs around him.

Zihu's hands were covered with thick calluses, especially between the thumb and fingers, where the calluses were most obvious.

"I see!"

Chonglou suddenly realized that his hands were too thin and tender, they didn't look like working hands at all.

If Chong Lou was still the same Chong Lou, he wouldn't even know how to cook, let alone want to win Zilong in cooking.

But the Chonglou is no longer the original Chonglou.

Although his hands were smooth and white, they were filled with great strength.

Chong Lou was still smiling, with a hint of playfulness in his smile, and said, "Mr. Zihu's eyes are really sharp. You can infer my culinary skills from my hands? But unfortunately, your deduction is wrong!"

"There is a kind of people in the world, we call them geniuses, and there are monsters above geniuses. The standards of ordinary people are not completely correct for geniuses, let alone judging monsters. I am very sorry, the following No talent, just happens to be a rising evildoer in the culinary world!"

When Chonglou said these words, his face was not red, he was not panting, his heart was beating, he was not conscious at all, which shows how thick Chonglou's skin is, no, this is already shameless.

"Hahaha……"

Zihu smiled very boldly, and said to the chef beside him: "Give him a pot, I want to see what is evil."

Zihu's heart is many times bigger than Zilong's, and there is a feeling of intimacy all over his body.

However, the other people in the kitchen were not as generous as he was. They all looked at Chong Lou with contempt, and the same message was revealed in their eyes... They are not ashamed to say anything, and they don't even make drafts if they brag!

Chonglou came to the iron pot calmly, and picked up the iron pot as if there was nothing there.

As soon as he touched the iron pot, the steps and precautions for making golden fried rice kept appearing in his mind, and he instantly entered a strange state - clear-headed, but as if he was drunk.

The heavy building moved, subconsciously.

1 minute, 2 minutes... 10 minutes...

Zihu has been observing Chonglou's movements.

When he knew that Chong Lou was making fried rice with eggs, he shook his head in disappointment.

But when he continued to watch, he became more and more frightened.

Chonglou's mastery of the softness and firmness of the rice and the degree of heat is so perfect that even he can't compare it to himself.

Moreover, for a simple plate of fried rice with eggs, Chonglou actually used as many as a hundred kinds of condiments, and that strange but practical technique dazzled and opened his eyes.

For a while, there was no noise in the kitchen, only the sound of Chong Lou making golden fried rice.

"All right!"

Half an hour later, Chong Lou finally made the golden fried rice, heaved a sigh of relief, woke up from the strange state, looked at the golden fried rice on the plate, and nodded with satisfaction.

Inside the blue-and-white porcelain plate, the golden rice is full and full, exuding a tempting fragrance, lying there quietly.

Although the system is a scam, at least there are some guarantees for the things produced by the system.

He is proficient in cooking and has integrated with him. Chong Lou really made the golden fried rice that appeared in front of his eyes, and it was also his ideal golden fried rice.

Chonglou didn't let the beauty mole waiter help, and walked out of the kitchen with the golden fried rice.

After he walked out of the kitchen, Zihu woke up from his trance.

Suddenly, Zihu slapped his gray-haired head violently, and exclaimed excitedly: "Yes, yes, that golden fried rice is definitely the lost royal banquet 'Golden Jade Grain'! That guy is indeed a monster, and I still got the monster inherited from a certain royal chef. No, how about I have to taste the taste of golden jade grains?"

Saying that, Zihu ran out of the kitchen impatiently, leaving the group of chefs in the kitchen staring at each other.

Chonglou walked out of the kitchen, but saw that Zilong was already in the dining area.

The three empty tables were full of 27 people, all of whom were food judges for this competition.What skills do they have?They can eat, as long as they can eat!

"Hehe, you're finally here. I'll tell you that you sneaked away from the back door."

Zilong divided the food he made into 27 portions and asked the waiter to give them to 27 referees.

"I haven't seen you apologize to Wei Chen yet, why would I leave?" Chong Lou said while placing the golden golden fried rice in his hand on a table in front of him.

Zilong's expression changed, his silver teeth clenched, and he glared at Chonglou.

Chonglou smiled lightly, ignored Zilong's hostility, and involuntarily looked at Zilong's cooking...

I go!

This Nima is Athena's exclamation?
When you pinch rice balls, you pinch rice balls, and it has such an unknown name.

Catching Chonglou's surprised gaze, Zilong raised his pigtails proudly, and snorted coldly at Chonglou: "Hmph! It's too late for you to admit defeat now, let the referees taste your egg fried rice too."

He directed a waiter to come forward and wanted to divide Chonglou's golden fried rice into 27 portions, but was stopped by Chonglou.

"I don't need to share this golden fried rice. Those who want to taste it, come forward and use a spoon to scoop it up."

Chong Lou's words angered those so-called referees...

"What's the big deal, isn't it just a plate of fried rice with eggs, give it to me, I don't care for it."

"That's right, I thought that what I copied wasn't fried rice with eggs, but something fried like gold."

"I think he has a guilty conscience and is afraid of losing to Manager Zilong."

"What the hell, Chef Zilong's island cuisine is so delicious that I almost swallowed it with my tongue."

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All the referees who tasted Zilong's "rice ball" were full of praise and gave a thumbs up in admiration.

As for the golden fried rice in the Chonglou, they all dismissed it, and no one even stepped down from the seat to taste it, and sat on the seat, doing other things on their own.

(End of this chapter)