In the variety show of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the heart is in rural construction

The next morning, Wen Rou woke up.

She went out in a hurry, without taking the money from her mother-in-law.

In front of the screen, Rourou walked to the door of the restaurant with confident and vigorous steps.

"Wendy, are you angry about getting up? This expression is so fierce, I'm so scared!"

"Silently light three sticks of incense for the restaurant owner."

"Where is this here to work, it is clearly here to smash the field!"

"This aura, I love it!"

Amid the cheers of fans, the restaurant owner finally spotted the person standing at the door.

Business was good yesterday, so she deliberately asked the employees to come to work later today, but she came, but the employees didn't come.

As soon as the door was opened and ready to sweep the floor, someone came at the door.

"Eat? Wait a minute!" The boss hurried out to say hello.

Small shops are usually open for lunch and dinner, but there are also locals who come in for breakfast.

Therefore, the boss took Wenrou as a local and spoke a dialect as a matter of course.

Wenrou barely understood, and walked in.

"Boss, I'm not here for dinner." She looked around and naturally helped the boss take the stool off the table.

"Then you are..." The boss was confused.

She looked at Wen Rou and couldn't think of anything else.

I must have woken up too early this morning, so my brain is dull.

"I want to make a bet with you." Rourou put down another stool.

The stool stood heavily on the ground, causing the boss's heart to tremble.

This man is not crazy, is he?

The boss looked at Wen Rou again, a little messy.

"What are you gambling?"

When asked, the boss felt that he was probably out of order.

Seeing that the boss took the bait, he smiled softly and stretched out a hand: "Just 500 yuan bet! I and the chef in the shop will each cook a special dish, and the diners will judge it. Whoever cooks it delicious will win 500 yuan. One yuan, and the loser will also be treated to a table of food."

In the eyes of her boss, she was full of confidence, as if she had been taken for granted.

Just a joke!
The boss thought about it and felt that it was not a bad thing.

Her family's restaurant is a frequent visitor on the local gourmet list, and the master chef has been in the business for many years. Many people want to poach corners!
The girl on the other side can't win at all.

"Beauty, if you want to come to the restaurant to eat, you can just order a table directly. The consumption in this restaurant is not expensive. Why bother? You have to give an extra 500 yuan!" She persuaded instinctively.

The little girl was dressed in ordinary clothes, so she didn't look like a rich person.

"Boss, are you afraid?" Rou Rou raised her chin with a provocative expression.

On the surface, she pretended to look down on this restaurant, but in fact she thought the owner was really nice.

No wonder Goddess Zhang Zhi recommended Li Mingming to come and work!
"What are you afraid of?" A majestic and powerful voice sounded.

The boss and Wenrou turned their heads together and looked at the door.

The person who came was a tall and strong middle-aged uncle with big arms and round waist, especially his head, the standard tiger head and fat ears, coupled with a short cropped hair, he was walking in a pure prison style.

"Master, good morning!" The boss greeted.

Gently looking at this person, it seems that this is the chef of the restaurant.

The master walked in with a stern look on his face.

"It's you. Wouldn't it be nice to come here early in the morning?"

He looked down tenderly, full of oppression.

If it was someone else, he would have been scared to pee.

Wen Rou breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, are you going to compete?"

Look at the master like this, he must be willing.

The more confident people are, the more they like to prove themselves!
"Bijibi, let's go." The master took the lead and walked to the kitchen.

On the big spoon, he has never lost.

If the boss hadn't been kind to him, he would have gone out to open a restaurant long ago.It's not that he's bragging, as far as the people in this area, who doesn't like to eat the dishes he cooks?

The kitchen was very tidy, and the master picked up the hat and bib hanging on the wall and put them on.

"You can just take a set and put it on. We are chefs, so we must pay attention to hygiene." The chef is already washing his hands, "There will be diners coming in a while. There are still leftovers from yesterday in the refrigerator, so let's compare them." Simple fried rice with eggs, I will send it out later, let everyone have a taste, do you have any comments?"

"No problem!" She put on her clothes gently and obediently.

In the eyes of the master, her movements felt awkward and too slow.

The boss stood at the door of the kitchen. He wanted to be a referee, but there were already people in the store.

She hurried out to say hello.

"Don't worry, everyone. Today, the store has fried rice with eggs to try. Please give us a good review."

Ordinary home cooking, everyone can cook.

However, it will be very difficult to make a lot of money.

The master turned on the stove and poured a pot of oil with a large iron spoon.He turned the pot around, poured the egg liquid into it, and when it was slightly bubbling, he immediately added the rice.

As soon as the rice went in, he started to shake the pot, and the spoon kept stirring.

The spoon didn't stop when adding shallots and other seasonings occasionally.

The frozen rice that had been lumped together gradually loosened up, and each grain of rice was dyed a golden color.

Gentle standing by the side, smelling the aroma.

She took her time and sliced ​​cucumbers, ham sausage, mushrooms and shallots, and finally beat a bowl of egg liquid, sprinkled with a little black pepper.

Unlike the master chef, she first pressed the frozen overnight rice with a spoon.After loosening, pour one-third of the egg liquid into the rice and stir evenly to ensure that every grain of rice is completely stained with the egg liquid.

Seeing this step, the master was very surprised, with disdain in his eyes: "Hmph, can you do this? Give up as soon as possible, and I will waive your 500 yuan."

The grains of egg fried rice are golden, and they are fried!

Such a method is completely cheating!

Oil was poured into the pot, and the shallots were gently put in. After a slight aroma, she poured in the remaining egg liquid.

It was always on a low fire. Instead of using an iron spoon, she used chopsticks, rotating at high speed, to cut the egg liquid into fine flakes.

Finally, she pushed the egg aside and poured soy sauce along the edge of the iron pan.

When the soy sauce was bubbling and producing a strong aroma, she poured in the rice, turned on the fire, and started frying.

Halfway through, add a little salt.

Compared with the master chef, the appearance of Gentle cooking looks very relaxed, with a feeling of pulling a thousand pounds.

"Burn it, egg fried rice!"

"I have seen the method of gentleness, it is the practice of French Michelin chefs."

"Oh, is it a confrontation between China and the West?"

"No brain support Wendy, Wendy is the best!"

In the kitchen, the sound of "stabbing" gradually disappeared.

The two chefs turned off the fire at the same time, served the fried rice with eggs, and sprinkled green onion on top.

The boss came over, and just about to ask, he saw two plates of identical egg fried rice.

No, just the same at first glance.

Take a closer look, one grain is distinct, each grain of rice has a golden color, wrapped in oil, which is very attractive; one is not so oily, but the color is fresh, each grain of rice is also golden yellow, and the egg liquid on it Like a cloud, it is tender and has a sense of air!
Thanks to Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind 860 and Hope の Light for their recommendation tickets!