I am Lapland’s rat!

At this time, more than 40 minutes have passed in the kitchen, and the cooking has reached its final stages.

Before that, the rice in the pan had been cooked to perfection. Wu Xian directed Awang to scoop out the rice, pour it into a large bowl and spread it out to cool.

The long-grain rice of Syracuse has more amylose and less amylopectin, and is a rice species that is not prone to sticking.Fried rice is easier to cook after it cools down, and is no different from overnight rice.

The green beans, shrimps and diced carrots have been blanched and cooked thoroughly and taken out. The eggs have been beaten in a bowl. The ham cubes have been fried in a clean pan in advance, leaving a little oil in the pan. middle.

"Well, it looks like we're ready."

When Awang looked at him, Wu Xian shook his beard and thought.

Next comes the most difficult step for a rat.

But his soul is a Yanguo person, and fried rice is the instinct engraved in his DNA. Even if the conditions are limited, he still won't make mistakes with such an ordinary thing!

Wu Xian is also looking forward to what kind of flavors will be inspired by the ingredients from this land.

So, he stepped over, stretched out his paw, and pressed it to light it.

"Awang, come on!"

Hearing this, Awang jumped on the iron box in front of the pan and grabbed the wooden spatula with his little paws.

As the temperature in the pan rises, the oil in the pan begins to make a small "sizzling" sound. This is invisible residue in the ham oil beating in the pan.

Wu Xian used his paws to push the bowl of egg liquid over. Awang leaned down and grabbed the edge of the bowl tightly with his paws, and poured half of it into the pot at once!

It's sizzling!

Chapter 193 Egg fried rice is delicious!

……

I believe that every reader who comes from a Yanguo family will have a corresponding picture in their mind for the next action.

The two rats cooperated up and down, and the cooking progress bar advanced very quickly.

Soon, there was a subtle crackling sound in the iron pot. This was because the surface of the rice was slightly burnt after it was fried until it became dry and fragrant.

When it comes into contact with the surface of the extremely hot iron pot, the moisture inside the rice instantly vaporizes and generates pressure, breaking through the coking layer on the surface of the rice grains. In the process, a sound similar to an explosion is produced.

People often say that when fried rice is fried to a certain extent, "the rice will jump in the pot", this is where it comes from.

"——Brother Yin, what should I do next? I'm continuing to flip!"

Awang called Wu Xian. This rat friend was now standing steady on the edge of the pan with his lower limbs. His claws were firmly grasping the wooden spatula, and he was turning the fried rice back and forth in the pot with the wooden spatula.

Wu Xian shook his beard. At this time, he was very satisfied in his heart: "Awang, does this thing in the pot smell good?"

Awang replied excitedly: "Brother Yin, I want to try it now!"

Now the fried rice in the pot has been fried into distinct grains, and every grain of rice is evenly coated with egg liquid, making it look golden and beautiful.

Ham, green beans, shrimps, carrots and other ingredients have all been added to the pot. If this big pot of fried rice was sold in a restaurant, it would probably be praised for its rich ingredients.

The unique dry aroma of eggs is mixed with the aroma of rice and burnt aroma hovering in the air.

"Ah, you can't eat it now, otherwise the two little guys won't be able to eat it." Wu Xian shook his beard.

Shushu doesn't care about what people have eaten, but people will [-]% care about what Shushu has eaten. There's nothing you can do about it!

Wu Xian also wanted to watch Leon Tuso's expression when he was enjoying what he thought was "Feathered Beast Egg Risotto"!

At this time, he also learned to use Awang's posture, standing on his hind paws to observe the situation in the pot. After confirming that the fried rice was in a suitable condition, he walked to the knob on the stove and turned the valve to turn off the fire.

Egg fried rice, done!

……

The flame suddenly went out.

At this time, Leontuso and Dmitri, who were watching stunned, slowly came back to their senses. You look at me, I look at you.

The corners of Leon Tuso's mouth moved. To be honest, his mouth had begun to secrete saliva.

He had never smelled anything like this in risotto!

Is this really risotto?

"In order to solve the problem that the feathered beast eggs will cause the rice grains to stick to each other in the risotto, Xiaoyin used the method of boiling the rice first and then frying it?"

Leontuso thought so in his mind, but this step beyond the norm still made him frown, and he stepped forward.

In the open kitchen, there were many empty bowls and dishes. Awang had jumped down from his "chef position" and squatted next to Wu Xian, looking up at Leon Tuso.

Leon Tuso glanced at Awang, and then cast a questioning look at Wu Xian: "Is it over?"

Wu Xian shook his tail: "How are you doing? Do you want to eat? Shushu, I'm the chef!"

Wu Xian is still very satisfied with today's performance.

This pot of egg fried rice at least showed [-]% of his success. The remaining [-]% was mainly due to Shushu's physical flaw, so he had to use a semi-frying method, which resulted in the uneven color of the rice.

Also, you can’t taste the salty taste.

Wish the salt here in Leontuso was as salty as normal!

Seeing that Wu Xian probably expressed a positive attitude, Leon Tuso exhaled, squatted down in the kitchen, and began to rummage through the cupboards for suitable dishes.

Although he still has all kinds of doubts, surprises and doubts in his heart, now that the finished product is in front of him...

Then let’s eat first.

To be honest, if someone else were to make a "Feathered Beast Egg Risotto" for Leon Tuso, Leon Tuso would definitely refuse without even looking at it.

Wu Xian's identity still played a role.

After all, this is lunch cooked for him by the cute silver mouse himself!

……

After a while, four portions of fried rice were put on the wide-rimmed deep dishes commonly used for risotto and brought to the table.

The fried rice on the plate is golden in color and has an attractive aroma.The unique dry aroma of the feathered beast eggs is mixed with the salty aroma of ham and the burnt aroma of rice, making people want to eat it.

Carrots, shrimps and green beans are just the right embellishments to keep things on the plate from looking monotonous, which not only enhances the visual experience, but also enriches the taste.

Dmitri was the first to use the spoon, and once he started he couldn't stop.

"It's really delicious. No, it's really delicious. Leon, why don't you eat it?"

The red-haired boy lay facelessly in front of the plate, wolfing down the food with a spoon, speaking vaguely while eating.

"Xiao Yin, I misjudged you. You must not cook just this once! I will ask Leon to buy you whatever you want to eat!"

Leon Tuso: "..."

Leon Tuso swallowed, and he couldn't help but glance at Wu Xian aside, only to find that the silver-gray flying beast didn't eat the food in front of him, but blinked at him.

There seemed to be some evil intentions in his eyes.

Leon Tuso looked at the fried rice in front of him and moved his cheeks: "Xiao Yin, I will never admit that the risotto made like this will be delicious!"

The blue-haired boy closed his eyes and showed a tragic expression like a martyr willing to go to the execution ground. He took a spoonful of fried rice with a metal spoon and put it into his mouth.

Then, his entire face seemed to be stressed, and all the facial features were twisted together.

chew:

"........."

chew.

"……………………"

"...It seems...not...very delicious."

This was Leon Tuso's last words.

Wu Xian was happy. He looked up at Leon Tuso who was chewing fried rice with his eyes closed. He walked over from the table and patted the back of Leon Tuso's hand on the edge of the table with his little paw.

Leontuso opened his eyes, still chewing and chewing.

He glanced down at Wu Xian and couldn't help but swallow the food in his mouth: "...What are you doing?"

Leon Tuso's tone was not very good.

Wu Xian tilted his head towards Leon Tuso and winked, acting cute.

Leon Tuso: "...Xiao Yin, let me tell you, I finished this plate of risotto just because food should not be wasted, not because I admitted to this heretical practice!"

He said so categorically, picked up the spoon with his right hand, took another spoonful of the golden egg fried rice on the plate, and put it into his mouth.

Chew chew, swallow.

Another spoonful.

Chew, swallow.

Another spoonful.

Dmitri next to him twitched his face and couldn't stand it anymore:

"Leon, when you were faced with my innovative jam risotto before, didn't you say that you would throw it away so that the mole beasts wouldn't eat it?"

Leontuso closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

Chapter 194 Shushu’s thoughts fluctuate!

……

After that, the two of them fooled around for a while.

Leon Tuso was more childish than Wu Xian expected. No matter what, he insisted that he "didn't admit it was risotto" and stubbornly refused to say it was delicious.

But the empty plate in front of him faithfully reflected Leon Tuso's true opinion of today's lunch.

After a while, Wu Xian, who was happy enough, began to enjoy his portion of egg fried rice on the edge of the plate. However, he stopped while eating, and suddenly his heart was up and down.

"Egg fried rice..."

This egg fried rice has a dry and fragrant taste, balanced taste, salty and delicious taste. It is the best egg fried rice.

Moreover, the taste is very familiar.

But this is of course, after all, my own craftsmanship, my own method, how can the taste be unfamiliar?

Wu Xian closed his eyes.

……

When it comes to egg fried rice, perhaps every Yanguo family has its own understanding.

Some people like to put the eggs first, and some people like to put the eggs last;

Some people like to put soy sauce, and some people like not to put soy sauce;

Even the types of ingredients include pure egg pie, vegetable pie and Yangzhou pie.

It's just that Wu Xian thinks that the best way to eat egg fried rice is when you go out of the house after a tiring and refreshing night, and look for food in your home that is slightly lit by the skylight shining through the windows.

You saw that person, the person who always got up very early, and didn't ask you whether you got up early for the first time or whether you didn't sleep as usual.

After a simple greeting, the man walked to the rice cooker and entered the kitchen with the remaining rice from last night.

The sound of a sizzling fire soon sounded in the kitchen, and then the range hood began to run purringly.

The shovel collided with the wall of the pot dozens of times. You were sitting on the sofa playing with your phone, listening to the sounds in the kitchen. When you raised your head, a golden fried rice was already placed in front of you.

The boring chatter and the same routine have long been forgotten. Even the taste of fried rice is not so real. The taste and color will change with the ingredients in the refrigerator and the leftovers from last night.

I only remember clearly the feeling of devouring food, and the feeling of satisfaction that was greater than fullness when sleeping.

"..."

Wu Xian chewed the fragrant rice grains and when he closed his eyes, he had a hallucination.

It seemed that when he opened his eyes, he saw a white ceiling with some cracks. The bright and clean afternoon sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains, and the laptop power light on the computer table shone dimly.

But when he actually opened his eyes, he only saw a blue-haired boy with ears on his head and a tail on his back, and a red-haired boy with ears on his head and a tail on his back in the empty villa. The edge of the sofa was noisy.

A black, strong rat with a spot on its forehead was in front of him, blinking and looking at him with concern.

It's still raining outside.