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Nine words formed something like an iron order, Zhou Hai was stunned and speechless.

The sky-high fried rice that he thought only idiots would taste, is it just a game in the eyes of rich people?

And I became a part of his play?

This kind of thing, haha!

I, Zhou Hai, am at least a well-known figure on the Internet, and you actually asked me to start a live streaming to show you how to eat fried rice?

Zhou Hai put his two angry thumbs on the phone and pressed the phone keyboard frantically.

"Yes! Honorable Lord Mu!"

Then, he received the red envelope on the interface at an extremely fast speed.

188 yuan, not a cent more, not a cent less.

The red envelope was received, and the rich brother spoke again.

[Lao Mu: Eat early, go back to write after eating, and remember to write live. 】

Zhou Hai's face suddenly darkened. It turned out that Mu Ye's real intention was not to drink. He silently invited several author friends in the group to open a video chat.

This is a very familiar part. After all, the authors in the group sometimes open the video to supervise each other's writing in order to cure their laziness. To some extent, it can be regarded as a way of self-motivation.

And this is a small group with not many people. There are only seven or eight authors in total, plus Mu Ye, a local tyrant reader.

Zhou Hai got the money from Mu Ye to treat him to dinner, and his hand that was about to push the door was completely withdrawn.

He walked to the small stall outside, thinking that even if I want to buy your fried rice, I can't let you make this money easily.

"Beauty, why do you sell fried rice for 188 yuan? Is your rice made of gold, or are your eggs made of silver?"

Ling Shuyu and He Shuting were a little sweaty. For such a question, they really couldn't answer it.

If this was at Delicious, he could still make a few excuses, but now he couldn't expose Boss Su's identity. The two looked at each other and chose to remain silent.

At this time, Su Chen opened his eyes.

He looked at the young man who was dressed very casually, "That's not the case. My rice and eggs are all bought from this store."

Zhou Hai's eyes widened. He subconsciously glanced at the glass door of Happy Egg Fried Rice, and then looked at the young man sitting on the ground in a black suit. He asked in disbelief: "You mean. You bought rice and eggs from this store, and then set up a stall in front of his house to sell egg fried rice. You are only responsible for frying it, and you sell it for 188?"

Su Chen didn't say anything, but nodded affirmatively.

This conversation was transmitted to Zhou Hai's mobile phone, and the local author group who were watching the video were all blown up.

"666, this stall owner is a genius in business! I don't know why, but I suddenly have an inexplicable expectation for this fried rice."

"If you ask me, he must have his reasons for doing this. Maybe this fried rice is really different?"

"Not necessarily. Maybe this boss is still waiting for some fool to come here to eat, just like Hai Ye, who can't help but be fooled by curiosity? If there are more customers like Hai Ye, it will make a lot of money."

Only Lao Mu spoke more clearly, "Pay money quickly and eat quickly."

To be honest, Lao Mu is just watching for fun.

One hundred or two hundred is not much money for him. Sometimes he feels happy when reading novels, and he will give rewards of ten thousand or twenty thousand.

For him, happiness is more important than money.

Today's incident is very interesting. He was bored and was in the major author groups. He saw which author was not writing and secretly in the group. He showed up and scolded him.

As a result, such an outrageous thing was found in this Qinzhou local author group.

Lao Mu thought this was really interesting.

Especially when he heard the man in black say that he bought the goods from behind, Lao Mu suddenly stopped being bored.

What a business genius!

Lao Mu remembered that when he was in college, although his family was relatively wealthy, the bored second-generation rich like them always wanted to prove themselves.

One year during the Spring Festival, he went to the vegetable market in Qinzhou City with a few classmates.

On the 26th and 27th of the twelfth lunar month, people who went to the vegetable market to buy things were like crazy.

They looked at the things and didn't care whether they needed them or not, they just bought them home.

At that time, Lao Mu had an idea and took his classmates to occupy the position at the entrance of the vegetable market. Then he was responsible for selling and his classmates were responsible for purchasing.

From a seafood store in a corner of the vegetable market, a box of hairtail was moved from the corner to the entrance of the vegetable market and sold for 240 per box.

He earned almost 3,000 yuan a day.

That was the first time Lao Mu felt why his father could become the leading businessman in Qinzhou in just 30 years.

So when he heard what Su Chen said just now, Lao Mu vaguely remembered his experience in college, and suddenly felt that it was interesting, too interesting!

Back then, he played a wave of information gap, and he really wanted to see that this stall owner showed his underwear to others, what else did he have?

Seeing Mu Ye's urging in the group, Zhou Hai didn't waste any words.

He pointed to the small stove on the ground, "Okay, give me a portion of your sky-high fried rice."

As if to prove that he was not a fool, Zhou Hai also deliberately added, "If it doesn't taste good, I won't pay!"

Su Chen just picked up the iron pot and took it back, "If you don't pay, you won't do it."

Damn it!

Everyone in Zhou Hai was dumbfounded. What's going on with this boss? Why is he breaking so many rules? How can anyone pay first and eat later? Do you really think you are the delicious food that is popular online and come to the restaurant?

The boss is awesome and the food is customized, only after paying for it.

Who do you think you dare to play like this?

Speechless, Zhou Hai was speechless.

Due to the frantic urging from his friends, he knew that if he continued like this, he would only be treated as a joke.

"Forget it, forget it." Zhou Hai angrily scanned the QR code displayed on He Shuting's phone, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll report you for selling rice at exorbitant prices!"

Su Chen was too lazy to pay attention to such an impossible thing.

Because all the props they chose were kitchen utensils and there was not even a table, the small stove could only be placed on the ground.

Without even changing his posture, Su Chen waved his hand, and He Shuting immediately got into the Happy Egg Fried Rice Restaurant.

"Boss, please help us get our rice, eggs, and lard."

The boss walked out of the kitchen in confusion, looked outside the glass door, and found that the customer standing in front of the sky-high price egg fried rice stall actually knew him!

"Why didn't Zhou Hai come in for dinner today? Did he go to the door to eat the expensive egg fried rice?"

The landlady was also puzzled, "Is this guy Zhou Hai making a lot of money? Usually he has to eat an extra plate of pickles to eat fried rice with eggs."

After all, the boss still followed the previous agreement and gave He Shuting a large overnight meal, four eggs, a spoonful of lard, and half a plate of refined salt. "This is the first portion, I remember. Just counting."

Then, he followed He Shuting out of the store, wanting to see what this 188 egg fried rice was all about!

The ingredients are in hand, and so is the money.

Su Chen didn't try to be mysterious and used his own small basin to divide half of the rice he took out.

Zhou Hai saw this action and said, "Boss, what are you doing? You mean, the 188 portion of egg fried rice is only half of the boss's big portion?"

Is this too dark?

The boss who walked out of the door behind him added, "I sold him a large portion of rice and four eggs for ten yuan."

The implication is also very clear.

The rice and eggs he bought from me for ten yuan would be sold back to you for one hundred and eighty-eight yuan. Forget it, he divided it into two parts and sold them.

Look, why do you want to eat this stuff? You might as well come to my house to eat it!

Zhou Hai was slapped by his boss and felt even more stupid.

After looking at the news in the group, those idiots are going to become fools!

Zhou Hai stood there with a dark face and said nothing. He just wanted this man to cook it quickly, and then he would gobble it up and leave this place immediately.

Even Zhou Hai was suspicious.

Although he lives in a simple way and seldom interacts with people, after today, he will probably become the stupidest kid on this street. After all, the owner of Happy Egg Fried Rice is a talker.

In a complicated mood, Zhou Hai saw Su Chen start to take action.

Lighting the flame of the stingy stove, Su Chen casually dug a small piece of lard into the pot. The lard began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as it was completely melted, Su Chen poured half of the rice directly into the Chef's Pot.

The God of Cooking gave the pot a few flicks of his shovel, and the rice that was originally in a ball suddenly fell into pieces.

The owner of the fried rice restaurant who was watching from the door looked slightly surprised.

'This young man has something on his hands. ’

"Without a strong stove, I can actually fry the rice into crispy pieces in just a few seconds. I can't control the heat!" ’

As a veteran fried rice chef for many years, his cooking of other dishes may be mediocre, but when it comes to egg fried rice alone, this boss has a lot of experience.

For example, when the oil temperature reaches several percent hot, the rice will separate more easily. For example, when the rice is fried to a certain degree, add salt, such as

‘Oh shit? Where are his eggs? ’

The boss was still thinking about his own thoughts, and suddenly realized, why is this guy only making fried rice and not scrambled eggs?

Is it possible to fry the rice, fry the eggs, and then mix them together?

Can the rice still smell like eggs?

Before the boss could figure out the question, Su Chen's actions had already given him the answer.

Just after pulling the rice in the God of Cooking pot a few times, Su Chen already felt that every grain of rice had reached the temperature he wanted.

Follow the past practice.

Pull the rice around, leaving a gap in the middle to expose the bottom of the pot, and skillfully break the two eggs into the pot one by one with your right hand.

‘Damn it, this young man! ’

The boss at the door was shocked again.

He was shocked by the way Su Chen fried rice. Wasn't this way too wild?

The shock hadn't dissipated yet. Su Chen licked the egg liquid a few more times, and then began to mix the rice grains with the egg liquid.

The boss was dumbfounded again.

‘What is this? He uses a small pot and a small stove, and the firepower can't keep up. Wouldn't this make a pot of mushy eggs? ’

Su Chen's movements were so fast that the boss had no time to switch the source of shock.

Because he hadn't yet figured out why he was frying the rice grains with the egg liquid, he only saw that the rice grains in the pot seemed to be magical, and the egg liquid actually tightly wrapped all the rice grains.

And, it's not wrapped in a ball!

It's one grain at a time!

Whether it's the egg liquid or the rice grains, they all seem to listen to the young man's words. He just sits there, his movements are leisurely, his expression is indifferent, and he even looks a little careless, which is completely different from the feeling of him frying in the kitchen.

However, the egg liquid seems to have vitality, and it is very obediently wrapped around the rice grains.

The white rice grains just now began to turn golden!

The young man pinched a pinch of salt and sprinkled it evenly into the pot. He held the pot handle with his left hand and shook it twice, and the spatula in his right hand casually scraped it a few times.

Then he picked up the iron pot and directly scraped the fried rice into a small bowl.

Oh, yes, that bowl is also from the Happy Egg Fried Rice Restaurant.

It was the bowl he used to serve the rice when he sold it to Su Chen.

Because the rice sold was a large portion, Su Chen only used half when frying, so this bowl of egg fried rice looked a little insufficient.

Zhou Hai was dumbfounded at this moment.

‘I thought he was a bronze player, but he turned out to be a king? ’

The video chat in the group had already exploded.

“This young boss, three parts careless, three parts calm, and four parts pretentious, the action of frying rice is so skillful, it looks like this fried rice is pretty good?”

“Don’t you think this young boss is actually a bit awesome? He fried the rice first, then beat the eggs into the pan and started frying them together, and he can make this thing into golden egg fried rice!”

“It seems that everyone has overlooked the key point. This fried rice was fried for only two minutes!”

Several people hurriedly looked through the chat records and found that the content of their chat when the young boss started frying rice was really only two minutes.

He Shuting handed the small bowl to Zhou Hai, "Hey, eat it while it's hot."

Zhou Hai finally came to his senses, "Ah, thank you, thank you."

He was not a particular person, he actually sat next to Su Chen with the bowl in his hand, and looked at Su Chen a little embarrassedly, only to see that after the young boss made the fried rice, he returned to his previous state of closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Zhou Hai sighed secretly and prepared to eat.

Little did he know that Su Chen was just a little disappointed.

I thought that the SSS-level egg fried rice would have a chance to stand out on the streets of Qinzhou City, but just now, at the moment when the egg fried rice was made.

Su Chen realized a problem.

The real SSS-level egg fried rice requires the use of the chef suit and the ingredients from the vending machine, both of which are indispensable.

And now, because he used the ingredients from the roadside store, the egg fried rice he made was better than SS, but it lacked a touch of flavor compared to SSS.

Of course, this was just a regret in Su Chen's heart.

For others, they didn't know the ins and outs of it.

Everyone, including the owner of Happy Fried Rice standing at the door and the people in the Qinzhou local author group who were chatting on video.

were staring at Zhou Hai.

They were eager to know what the difference was between this golden fried rice worth 188 yuan and ordinary fried rice.

Was the fried rice really delicious, or was Zhou Hai the fool who took the bait.

The spoon in Zhou Hai's hand finally.

moved!