Great Cookery God System

Fried rice with egg

This short four words, representing the cream of Hangzhou cuisine, shocked the white dream. She had heard of the reputation of West Lake vinegar fish. She looked at Ye Chen with some worries. She said to her audience because of occupation. "Zhang Shifu is indeed a national super chef. West Lake vinegar fish is a famous dish of Zhejiang Province, similar to the general of Huaiyang cuisine. They all belong to the specialty dishes that can represent a cuisine. "

Zhang Baichuan nodded and said, "Miss Meng Han is really well-known. I used to work in Hangzhou Hotel, and the west lake vinegar fish is still good. I hope today's judges can like it, and I hope today's audience can like it."

Bai Menghan said with a smile, "Master Zhang is modest. Hangzhou hotel is one of the few five-star hotels in the country. The west lake vinegar fish is the representative work there. Hangzhou hotel is located in the West Lake scenic area. It is said that if the west lake vinegar fish is not used as grass carp in the West Lake, the taste will be greatly reduced. Is the grass carp today..."

In the face of Bai Menghan's question, Zhang Baichuan answered without hesitation, "yes, it's the grass carp in the West Lake."

"Sure enough." Bai Menghan nods. She takes a look at Zhang Baichuan, who is full of confidence, and Qian Fanyu, who is beside the old God. For today's competition, these two people may have tried their best to use their resources and abilities. Today, if ye Chen has nothing to win, it will be dangerous.

In the twinkling of an eye to see ye Chen, all the audience eyes are straight, saw Ye Chen holding two eggs, gently break, and then beat in front of a small bowl, take out chopsticks to gently stir, put a little salt inside.

"This... This is..." Bai Menghan asked in a low voice, "this is... Fried rice with eggs?"

The audience also took a breath of cool air. They all felt that ye Chen's action was very familiar, but they were not sure. It was only when Bai Menghan asked, that they felt a thump in their heart.

"No? Is it fried rice with eggs? "

"How can it be? Certainly not. How can a person who can make a famous dish like listening to spring rain all night in a small building compete in such an important competition with fried rice with eggs? "

"But, but, what he did was really like the rhythm of fried rice with eggs. I ate it last night..."

Under the field buzzing, the audience began to boil, one by one some do not know ye Chen's intention.

Ye Chen lifted to lift eyelid, carelessly ordered a head way, "can say so."

"So to speak..."

"So

"Say it..."

"Come on..."

All the people present, including Bai Menghan, are brainwashed by Ye Chen's words. Tens of thousands of ears doubt their hearing. Does it mean that this man has given up the game? Does this guy want his dignity no longer? Does this guy really want to make fried rice with eggs???

Hello! They are west lake vinegar fish, you are egg fried rice, is this really good?

Hello! This is the Wujiang stadium with tens of thousands of spectators. So many eyes are watching, so many live broadcasting platforms are watching. Do you want to make fried rice with eggs? Come to the competition with this skill? Are you stupid?

Everyone is frying pan, but Lin Wan'er already has psychological preparation, because when ye Chen asked her to prepare this rice, she already had this guess.

"Bai Menghan couldn't speak for a long time. She opened her mouth and said," master ye, are you sure you're not kidding? This is a competition. What your opponent is doing now is Hangzhou famous dish Xihu vinegar fish. Do you... Fried rice with eggs“ Ha ha. " Ye Chen laughs but doesn't say a word. Mysteriously, he starts a fire to put oil on. He adds some vegetable oil to the frying pan to heat it. He throws down the chopped scallion and grabs the shovel beside him. He gently turns it over for two times. Then he puts down the beaten egg flower and scrambles the egg seriously.

"..." he is telling everyone that he really wants to make fried rice with eggs.

"It's not true, is it?" This sentence echoed in everyone's mind. No one would believe that someone would play such a hand in such a level of competition.

Zhang Baichuan is almost angry. He sneers and looks at Ye Chen. He says angrily, "are you kidding?"?! In your eyes, my west lake vinegar fish is not as good as your fried rice with eggs?! Damn you, I can't even afford to eat fried rice with eggs after you lose today

Ye Chen shrugged his shoulders. It was like he didn't hear Zhang Baichuan. In his eyes, everything turned into nothingness. There was only a frying pan in front of him. In addition, everything became unimportant.

Serious up Ye Chen mood no longer have any fluctuations, he seems to exude some unknown temperament, every move seems to be connected with Providence, a shovel between a stir fry, seems to be infinitely close to nature, just like the most standard action between heaven and earth, just like it should have been done, just like if it is not wrong.

Ye Chen's action is simple and natural, and everyone present is attracted by this seemingly ordinary action. Even the 12 members of the jury are silly. No one can explain why Ye Chen can do this, and no one can explain why they forget to see ye Chen's simple action.

Lin Wan'er is closest to Ye Chen. She looks at Ye Chen absently. She looks at the man's side face absently. On the firm outline, a pair of deep eyes seem to be like the eyes of God. They are filled with stars and the sea, which makes people unable to see through and mysterious everywhere.

At this time, Zhang Baichuan's cooking is at a critical time. He doesn't have time to see ye Chen, so he doesn't notice Ye Chen's inexplicable aura. He puts some water in the frying pan, and puts the sliced scallion and ginger slices into the pan. After boiling, Zhang Baichuan fishes out the scallion and ginger with a leaky net.

He used chopsticks to prop up the fins of the grass carp cut on the chopping board. He had practiced this action countless times, but in a moment, he made the grass carp into shape and supported it. Then he slowly put the fish into the boiling water in the pot, and Zhang Baichuan began to cook.

Ye Chen at this time also ended the action of scrambled eggs, he poured the scrambled eggs out of the pot, and then poured a little bit of clear oil into the pot, poured the rice into the pot and stir fried it.

"It's really the rhythm of fried rice with eggs." Bai Menghan couldn't help saying.

Zhang Baichuan squinted at Ye Chen, and immediately turned his lips with disdain. He said in his heart, "arrogant silly B, do you really think this competition will be the same as before? Half a month ago, you fried a hot and sour shredded potato. If it wasn't for Bai Menghan, a little girl, who was the judge, do you think you could beat me? Now there are 12 judges. I don't believe it. They all love your fried rice with eggs! "