The First Superstar of Longing for Life

"Amazing!" Huang Lei blurted out subconsciously. He thought he already knew Suhang's cooking skills very well, but now he realized that what he saw was only the tip of his iceberg.

Originally, the egg fried rice Suhang had to be turned upside down, which is the kind that is often seen flying up and down, but the pot of the earth stove can't be turned upside down, so Suhang can only speed up the stir fry.

Dazzling!

The more you stir-fry, the stronger the flavor!

The more you stir fry, the more golden the rice becomes!

"Isn't this the golden fried rice from "The Little Master of China"?" Song Zuer turned to look at Huang Lei and He Jiong.

"I think---it might be! But I'll have to wait until I taste it to be sure!" Huang Lei swallowed with a thud.

Like an infection, He Jiong and Song Zuer also swallowed their saliva subconsciously!

Gudong!

Gudong! .

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It's hard to imagine that when a person is cooking rice, it will bring the illusion of martial arts masters and masters practicing swordsmanship.

Wang Zhengyu began to lean forward subconsciously, and the camera lens was firmly locked on Su Hang, sometimes close-up, sometimes pulled to the whole body, only occasionally across Huang Lei's shocked faces.

This scene was something no one had imagined before.

The usual, ordinary egg fried rice, even let Suhang fry flowers, it is beautiful, Wang Zhengyu also heard what Song Zuer said just now.

"Little Master of China", he has seen this cartoon, there is indeed a golden fried rice in it, and it is said that the taste is excellent, which makes people memorable, but I don't know what flavor Suzhou and Hangzhou can make.

This feeling has been accompanied by Su Hang's start to serve out the rice, one bowl per person, placed on the small square table under the pergola, Song Zuer looked at the egg fried-rice in front of him.

Really, really see this golden color, and as long as you look carefully, the grain of rice is obviously bigger than the previous body shape, and it is one point bigger than before, this is because every The rice is covered with a layer of egg.

Gudong!

Song Zuer swallowed again and picked up the spoon subconsciously, but still controlled his surging appetite, turned his head and glanced at Huang Lei, the oldest at the table: "Mr. Huang, let's--- can we start? already?"

"Mr. Huang?"

Song Zuer suddenly realized that Huang Lei didn't seem to hear his words, so he had to repeat it.

"Old Huang!" He Jiong touched Huang Lei with his arm, which finally brought him back to his senses. He was really shocked just now, because he found through observation that these rice grains are really mysterious.

The rice was indeed wrapped in eggs, and what shocked him was that it was really every grain. There was absolutely no situation where two grains of rice were wrapped in eggs at the same time, and there was never a single grain of rice that was not wrapped in eggs!

This is awesome!

"Ah? What's wrong?" Huang Lei turned his head.

"Zu'er asked you, is it possible to start!" He Jiong actually moved his index finger a long time ago. If he hadn't seen Su Hang's busy work, he would have been unable to bear it.

"Wait a minute, Xiaohang, hurry up, don't linger, the fried rice will be cold if you don't come!" Huang Lei shouted at Su Hang.

"Okay, you eat first, I'll fix it right here!" Su Hang just took advantage of the fire and started to cook a soup, a very light cucumber and egg soup, which can be filled in the seam after a meal.

"Old Huang, can you do this?" He Jiong asked Huang Lei in a low voice, pointing to his plate of Chinese food, and Song Zuer immediately listened.

"How do you say it! If I am fully prepared, it is still possible that some of them may reach this level!" Huang Lei pondered for a while and said.

"How confident are you?"

"I should be [-]% sure!" Huang Lei looked serious, and after he finished speaking, he laughed first:

"How is that possible! Look, the color of this egg fried rice is very uniform. If you just look at the finished product, you can't tell that it's made with unstirred eggs! It's like someone is holding a small brush, a grain of rice. It looks like a grain of rice is brushed on, I definitely can't do it!"

"It's so difficult!" He Jiong and Song Zuer said in unison.

"Let's start!" At this time, Su Hang finally sat down at the table. In fact, it was the first time that he made this fried rice. He still needs to taste it himself.

"Okay, let's start together!" Huang Lei, the eldest senior in the audience, gave the order, and everyone began to dig a spoonful of fried rice and put it in their mouths.

It was followed by a uniform voice: "Uh-"

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It was followed by a uniform voice: "Uh-"

The expressions are splendid, each with its own characteristics, but what is unified is the surprise, shock, joy and satisfaction on the face, wide-eyed, and the mouth is still chewing, you look at me, I look at you of.

"It's so delicious! I'm going to cry when it's delicious!" Song Zuer said cheerily, chewing the fried rice in his mouth, so that his pronunciation was slurred.

Su Hang smiled and said nothing in the face of this reaction, but it was a pain for the cameraman. He was the closest, and he could smell the aroma very clearly, and he could clearly see the changes in everyone's expressions when they tasted it.

This is not acting, because there is absolutely no need to act, and as a cameraman, he has already developed a sharp eye. It is really easy to judge who is pretending and who is acting.

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But the expressions of the few people in front of them were really genuine, which meant that the golden fried rice was really delicious. With a thud, the cameraman gulped again.

Of course, it's not just him, Wang Zhengyu is scratching his head a bit. This is a reaction that has never been seen before. One can imagine how charming this golden fried rice is!

I kept looking into the pot. I had used all the leftover rice before, but because of the stir-fry, after the four bowls of fried rice with eggs were put out, there was still about one bowl in the pot.

From a young age, the people in the whole yard are all a little rude. To a large size, there are more people in the live broadcast room. Even if they can't smell the smell, it is very obvious to see with their eyes.

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