The pet king of the city

Seeing Chen Lie in such a state, Meng Jiajia immediately leaned over and asked: "Mr. Chen, what do you mean by being so leisurely?"

Meng Jiajia also kindly reminded: "Your attitude seems to be impolite to the other nine chefs?"

"It's not interesting."

Chen Lie asked, "How much time do you think it takes to make an egg fried rice?"

"It seems very short..."

Meng Jiajia just remembered now.

It is estimated that it will not take even 5 minutes to fry a meal of egg fried rice.

It doesn't even take 3 minutes to swiftly.

The time taken for this is even shorter than the cooking time.

Chen Lie then took a sharp turn in his attitude: "The most important thing is that I am afraid that after the egg fried rice is made, others will not have the intention to make it."

"Arrogant!"

"Ignorant young chef."

"Under the prestige, it's actually hard to match."

At least five of the other nine opponents scolded them immediately.

But Lei Yuan and others, who are familiar with Chen Lie, couldn't help shaking their heads with bitter expressions.

They didn't know why Chen Lie said that, but they knew Chen Lie was in trouble.

Because this is mutual voting.

Chen Lie has offended so many people before he even started cooking.

The character is the most direct, and Leng Wushuang, who doesn't know how to turn, replied straightly: "Since Mr. Chen is so confident, let us see it."

"Yes, we all want to see Mr. Chen's egg fried rice!"

The king of Sichuan cuisine was also extremely angry, unable to restrain his challenge.

"Also."

"This is your choice after all."

Chen Lie stood up slowly, his expression gradually becoming more serious, changing from the laziness before.

He washes his hands first, then the rice, and takes out all the ingredients, and the time starts to check.

Every detail is done impeccably.

But this kind of work that even ordinary people can do, naturally no one cares.

Even Meng Jiajia, who was close at hand, didn't care about this.

She cares about Chen Lie's materials.

She looked at the few materials on the desktop, and couldn't help asking in surprise: "Mr. Chen, do you still have the materials? Do you need my help?"

"No, these are all."

Chen Lie replied very positively.

Meng Jiajia was a little panicked.

She thought Chen Lie would make a special egg fried rice, but she didn't expect that it was really just eggs and rice.

How can such home-cooked dishes come out?

How can I show it to the audience in front of the TV?

"The smell of gunpowder in the scene is so strong, it seems we can see the best performance of the chefs."

Meng Jiajia tried to change the subject.

She wants to leave, but other chefs are busy and there is no good entry point.

But staying on Chen Lie's side is just asking for boring.

But the host of the show cannot be cold, and must be active at all times.

Meng Jiajia fell into a dilemma for a time.

Meng Jiajia was struggling, Chen Lie didn't care about the beautiful host in front of him, his mind was devoted to cooking.

what?

Would you say it's just an egg fried rice?

Cook the rice in a rice cooker, and just fry it when it's cooked?

If this is the case, then Chen Lie is the biggest teaser.

He used a practice of egg fried rice that most people don't know.

And this approach is also the oldest and most traditional approach.

After he boiled the water he brought with oil mixed with oil, he poured the cleaned rice into the water.

But this is not cooking.

It's filtering.

The whole process didn't even last for 10 seconds, and Chen Lie's constantly turning hands fished out all the rice grains.

Then start steaming.

Yes, Chen Lie uses steamed rice instead of cooking rice.

Because only in this way, the mature rice will not be too sticky and can be separated.

The next step is to take time.

Chen Lie is almost accurate to the second.

Especially beating eggs.

He doesn't use the whisk, because the whisk can't produce the effect he needs, and it will bring too many negative effects.

I saw Chen Lie hitting in one direction, the force was coincidentally and evenly, and there were hardly too many bubbles.

Finally, it is fried.

But Chen Lie's speculation is also very particular.

The fried tripod is specially made to order, the temperature is well controlled, the oil is rolled and the amount is just right, it just doesn't stick to the bottom, and it will never form greasy phenomenon.

The next step is to start frying.

Chen Lie used a stir-frying method that most people are not familiar with. Accompanied by the power of the shoulders, elbows and wrists, the rice grains stained with egg yolk began to smell fragrant.

Out of the trip.

A grain of rice did not fall.

All are on the plate.

The white disk became golden.

A plate of fragrant egg fried rice is now available.

"The first delicacy in the knockout round is out."

"Let's take a closer look."

Although Meng Jiajia is helpless, she still needs to do enough face work.

But when the light shines on the egg fried rice presented in the middle of the stage, it immediately shines with golden light.

Shine!

The egg fried rice is glowing!

"Oh my God!"

Meng Jiajia asked stupidly: "Am I dazzled?"

Not only her, others were also shocked by this magical scene.

"I'll go, fried rice with shiny eggs!"

"Food shows should also add special effects! The investment of this crew is also scary!"

"Could it be reflections, or lighting effects? In short, it is impossible for me to believe that a dish can shine!"

Not only did the scene explode, but the network also exploded.

And someone who was watching the scene stood up in shock.

"how is this possible!"

"How can he cook the legendary full house of gold and jade!"

This person is Bei Qiaoshan.

He originally felt that he was not the stubborn but improved Leng Wushuang who was his opponent, or the king of Sichuan cuisine.

But Chen Lie's dish made him feel an unprecedented crisis.

"Is this an illusion?"

"But if it is an illusion, it is impossible for everyone to have an illusion, right?"

Meng Jiajia leaned over excitedly.

But a slender hand grabbed her shoulder.

It is Leng Wushuang.

She said coldly: "You are not a judge, we are."

She came to the middle of the stage, before getting the luminous egg fried rice.

Followed by her was the Sichuan King with a horrified face.

Lei Yuan, Fatty An, Wang Yishan and others also came over.

Their focus is all on the much-anticipated egg fried rice.

Nothing else in sight.