The First Superstar of Longing for Life

"OK! lets-go!" Su Hang snapped his fingers! .

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Yesterday's result was [-] corns, and today because of Song Zuer's extraordinary performance, this time's harvest has also set a new record.

A total of one thousand three hundred and seven!

Song Zuer counted the number. According to judgment, he contributed at least [-] corns this time, which was almost equal to yesterday's total.

What a sense of achievement!

It's so cool!

On behalf of all the colleagues of Mushroom House, Song Zuer handed over to Wang Zhengyu, and said with delight: "Director, how is it? Am I good?"

"Amazing! Awesome! In the future, even if you are not an actor, you will be able to support yourself!" Wang Zhengyu joked, and then got Song Zuer's eyes.

"Haha! Haha! Don't be angry, I'll give you a bottle of Ice Kuo Le tonight!" Wang Zhengyu is also in a good mood. Song Zuer's performance this morning has fully proved that her left ankle sprain has been properly healed.

This is the best news of the day.

To be honest, don't watch it yesterday, and Song Zuer was alive and kicking, but Wang Zhengyu was still worried. The artist was injured in the show. This is the biggest heart disease of 563, the general leader of the entire group.

Even more depressed than his own injury, it not only affects the performance of the show, but also is responsible for the artist. His good wish is that everyone will come happily, and then leave happily and healthily.

"How can one bottle be enough? The four of us!" Song Zuer began to fight for everyone's welfare.

"They just have to drink! By the way, you will think about it later, what to eat at night, it is difficult to find something, and it is difficult to come back once, and you have not eaten something good!"

"You're right! I'll think about it later, I won't talk to you anymore, I'll go back and change my clothes!"

In fact, at this time, Huang Lei, He Jiong, and Su Hang have all changed their clothes, looking brand new and ready to start work. Of course, the chef of this lunch is naturally Su Hang.

"I'm going to start!" Su Hang has already selected the ingredients he needs today.

A tomato, picked from the vegetable field on the way back.

A green onion, also picked on the way back.

Six eggs were laid by Mr. He's chicken outside.

Well, there are leftovers, four (bcfe) bowls of rice for four people, and put them on a plate for later use.

In fact, the egg fried rice that everyone usually eats is cooked rice, that is, leftover rice. First, it is convenient, and second, it is more suitable for use.

After all, if you want to use raw rice to make egg fried rice, it will be more troublesome. The raw rice has to be soaked at least three hours in advance, and then you have to fry it with hot oil.

This is because the raw rice itself has not been soaked in water, and it is easy to make jokes when it is fried.

In addition, the cooked rice itself has water in it, so it will not absorb the oil and become greasy.

However, the leftover rice is also very important. It cannot be freshly cooked rice. The freshly cooked rice has a lot of water. Once the temperature is high and the oil is too oily, the water will overflow excessively. If there is too much water, it will become sticky, which will affect the taste and taste.

So the leftover rice overnight is simply an excellent ingredient, so good!

The doorway here is very deep, but most people are only half-understood. Only real chefs will know the core of the problem. Of course, Su Hang definitely knows it.

Right now, he was holding onion with his left hand, and his right hand was flying like a knife. The rhythm of Dududuo's voice went from slow to fast, getting faster and faster. Song Zuer, who came out of changing clothes, was stunned.

I really didn't know that Suhang's swordsmanship was such a bunker before. The two meals I came here yesterday didn't seem to show much, and Huang Lei was busy.

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I really didn't know that Suhang's swordsmanship was such a bunker before. The two meals I came here yesterday didn't seem to show much, and Huang Lei was busy.

This kind of speed made Song Zuer dare not let his air out, for fear of disrupting the rhythm of Suzhou and Hangzhou, yes, it was the rhythm, the sound of the kitchen knife colliding with the chopping board, if you closed your eyes and listened, it would feel even more wonderful.

Huang Lei was not surprised for a long time. He had seen more powerful swordsmen in Suhang. Seeing Song Zuer's inexplicable surprise, he naturally assumed the responsibility of explaining:

"This is a manifestation of the knife's entry into the room. The knife is fast, but at that moment, you can use the blade to perceive the situation of the ingredients, without wasting too much effort, and the ingredients are almost perfectly divided!"

"Yeah! It's really amazing!" Song Zuer nodded and looked at a section of green onion, which turned into chopped green onion in front of him. Su Hang's kitchen knife tilted slightly and shoveled the chopped green onion directly, as if the small bowl beside him was waiting for him. use.

"Can tomatoes be cut like this?"

Suhang really opened the door to a new world for Song Zuer. Tomatoes splashed juice everywhere, but in Suhang's hands, they honestly turned into pieces.

Set aside the chopped tomatoes.

Song Zuer really thinks that the simpler it is, the more magical it is. Speaking of which, she can also make fried rice with eggs, but it will never be as delicate and meticulous as Su Hang.

The next step is to beat eggs, maybe it will be more exciting.

"what!"

But the next moment, Song Zuer was immediately stunned. According to the process, according to his own experience, shouldn't it be time to beat eggs and scramble eggs?

Why is Suhang now pouring all the leftovers on the plate next to it into the pot?

forget?

its not right!Surely Su Hang wouldn't make such a low-level mistake?

Even Huang Lei and He Jiong looked at each other in dismay. Egg fried rice is so common that everyone knows it, but soon they saw that Su Hang picked up three eggs in each hand.

Both hands rubbed on the side of the pot, and then the eggshell was thrown aside. Huang Lei, He Jiong, and Song Zuer all looked at it subconsciously.

The eggshell was clean, and there was no egg white left. Even Huang Lei looked down and saw that the inner eggshell of each egg was completely adhered to the eggshell. Obviously, Suhang's method was not simply to open it with his fingers. eggshell.