A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

"Come and try Brother Yi's water fried rice! It's delicious!"

Wu Lei returned to the tables of the program crew with the plate, and he couldn't wait to put the plate in front of everyone, urging everyone to taste it.

When everyone heard Li Yi talk about fried rice with water, their curiosity had already been aroused.

Seeing the real fried rice served at this time, everyone was not polite, picked up the spoons one after another, scooped the fried rice from the plate, and started to taste it.

As soon as he entered, there were exclamations one after another.

"It's so fragrant! It's dry and fragrant! The taste is so good!"

"It's really not oily at all! It's so refreshing! Uh... I actually feel refreshed after eating fried rice?"

"The smell of green onion is so strong! And it has a burnt aroma, how do you do it?"

Zhao Jinmai was the first to do it.

She had eaten Li Yi's [Under Heaven's Best Beef Noodles], and knew how strong Li Yi's craftsmanship is.

But this fried rice still surprised her.

This is really a fried rice without a drop of oil!

And this fried rice can be tasted as soon as it is fried with water.

Its rice grains are moist inside and full of water.

But what is strange is that the surface of these rice grains remains dry, the grains are distinct, and they do not stick to each other.

"Oh my god, it's delicious!"

Zhao Jinmai couldn't help covering his mouth and sighing.

She was very curious, even such a simple fried rice is so delicious, how delicious should [Supreme Emperor Fried Rice] be?

Seeing the crowd exclaiming again and again, Wu Lei was also quite proud, as if he was honored.

He didn't care about eating, so he began to vividly talk about the scene when Li Yi fried rice just now.

"Didn't you see that Brother Yi's skill at frying rice just now is so good! The rice was thrown to the ceiling by him! And he even set it on fire with water vapor! It's so cool! Those chefs are all dumbfounded!"

Listening to his description, Liu Yifei also picked up the spoon, and scooped out half of the spoon on the edge of the plate where it hadn't been dug.

After putting it into the mouth and tasting it carefully, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

This water fried rice is really different!

Delicious!

She swallowed the fried rice in her mouth, and couldn't help stretching out the spoon again.

And Zhao Jinmai is already digging for the third time.

Seeing Zhao Jinmai pouring spoonfuls into his mouth one after another, Wu Lei didn't dare to brag any more, and hurriedly reached out to protect the food: "Okay, okay, I can try it, this is the rice fried by brother Yi, don't you Finish it for me."

"Cut! Be stingy!"

Before Zhao Jinmai could get enough of the meal, Wu Lei took the plate away, curling his lips in disbelief.

Wu Lei didn't care about her, he just ate the fried rice in big mouthfuls, like a whirlwind.

"Yeah! Cool!"

He stuffed his mouth full of fried rice and muttered vaguely.

He didn't put down the plate in satisfaction until he pulled the last piece of fried rice into his mouth.

"It's comfortable."

He patted his stomach and sighed: "If I can eat such a fried rice every day, I would be willing to eat ten catties of boiled chicken breast!"

"Brother Yi."

Zhao Jinmai asked Li Yi curiously: "Compared with the emperor's fried rice, how much can this fried rice reach the level of the emperor's fried rice?"

Li Yi thought for a while: "20%!"

"Only 20%?"

Zhao Jinmai was very surprised.

Just this fried rice was enough to beat all the fried rice she had eaten.

It's only 20% of the emperor's fried rice?

Li Yi explained casually: "The difficulty of this water fried rice lies only in the basic skills and the grasp of the heat. The test is all the most basic things, so it's not too difficult."

"..."

Hearing this, the cameraman couldn't help shaking his head.

It's a good thing Li Yi didn't say this in the back kitchen, otherwise the chefs probably wouldn't be able to cook the dishes.

He took pictures of the whole process of Li Yi's fried rice.

When Li Yi turned the pot, the pot almost appeared afterimages, so it's not too difficult?

So what is difficult?

There is not much water fried rice, everyone only ate one or two spoonfuls.

But just one or two spoonfuls left everyone unsatisfied, and even the Pipi shrimp that came up later felt tasteless.

Originally, after the Pippi shrimp was served, there was another dish of crabs and a dish of spicy fried clams.

But Master Ma and several chefs in charge of the spoons, together with the waiters, brought a few pots of stir-fried snails, garlic oysters, fried crabs in typhoon shelters and other big dishes.

"We didn't order any of these."

Seeing this, Wu Kaiyuan was a little puzzled.

"We want to ask Master Li to help us taste it."

Master Ma took a few chefs with him and explained to Li Yi with a smile, very politely.

They paid Li Yi to taste these dishes at their own expense.

Li Yi did not refuse, which is very common in the industry.

Competent chefs will cook a few special dishes for them to taste and learn from each other when they meet competent colleagues.

But Master Ma said that the chefs in the back kitchen invited Li Yi to taste it, which meant that they didn't mean to compete, they just wanted to ask Li Yi for advice.

Li Yi was not too polite. After tasting, he immediately explained the advantages and disadvantages of several dishes.

He has been in the dream space for so many years, and he has heard and seen, and there are really not many people who are his opponents when it comes to food appreciation.

After listening to Li Yi pointing out the problems of several dishes one by one, and giving suggestions for improvement, Master Ma and his team were completely convinced.

Just from Li Yi's taste of each of them's problems, it can be seen that in terms of cooking skills, they and Li Yi are completely on two levels.

Master Ma is already 100% sure that Li Yi definitely has a master.

The few pointers that Li Yi gave casually were the tricks that could only be learned by setting up a table to invite the master to eat, serving tea and kowtow.

But Li Yi said it casually, as if he was not afraid of them stealing his teacher.

This can only show one thing, that is, in Li Yi's view, this level of skill is not worth mentioning at all.

Except for the family of famous chefs passed down from generation to generation, how can ordinary people know the key tricks of so many dishes?

You know, a famous dish can set a restaurant on fire.

These dishes are their specialties, but not many customers usually order them.

The few tricks that Li Yi casually mentioned are likely to revitalize these dishes.

If these dishes can really become popular, it can at least increase the revenue of the entire restaurant by 10%!

This is the real God of Wealth!

Restaurateurs know the stakes better than anyone.

Under his instruction, the front office manager sent Li Yi a recharge card with a denomination of 100,000, which can be used as cash in any Hu Da restaurant.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was so envious that their saliva almost flowed out.

Look at other people, come out to have a meal, don't need to spend money, and the owner of the shop will give you money.

Who should I ask for reason?

"Hiss!"

The other saliva is about to flow out, but Liu Yifei has already flowed out.

She is eating the last spicy fried clams.

The clams added with hot shabu-shabu exudes a spicy smell, Liu Yifei's complexion is flushed red by the heat, but the chopsticks are still holding the clams.

Spicy is addictive.

When the spicy food is almost unbearable, the only way to delay the spicy stimulation is to take another bite.

Seeing Liu Yifei eating spicy fried clams one after another, Zhao Jinmai persuaded: "Sister Qianqian, don't eat it, it's too spicy, my stomach can't stand it."

"Fortunately, it's actually not that spicy."

Liu Yifei sucked her saliva and kept chopsticks.

Seeing this, Li Yi couldn't help but remind him: "This spicy food has stamina..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Yifei took a long breath and pressed her temples with her fingers.

She's already on top.