Is this anger?

Author: round head and round belly

Is this anger?

Li Yi put the frying spoon in the pot and used the technique of flipping the pot to flip the rice up and fall into the frying spoon.

Then, he placed the frying spoon on top of the plate and shook it gently, and the rice grains fell down like broken gold grains.

Soon, the golden rice grains piled up into a golden hill, exuding a rich aroma of green onions and eggs.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

Wu Lei was amazed.

The photographer had already stepped forward, held the camera close, and took a close-up shot.

In the close-up shot, a mountain of gold is piled in the center of the white jade-like porcelain plate. The effect is comparable to a work of art.

"Brother, what's your last name?"

Master Ma stepped forward and asked Li Yi in a rather sincere tone.

"If your surname is Li, my name is Li Yi."

"Master Li."

Master Ma nodded and praised: "Your fried rice is so awesome. I have never seen such a strong frying skill like yours."

"Excuse me, it's all about basic skills." Li Yi said politely.

"You call this basic skills, so let's not do this anymore."

Master Ma made a joke with a complicated expression, then asked curiously: "You have a disciple, right?"

Such a solid basic skill cannot be acquired without practicing since childhood.

"I don't have a sect, I just figured it out on my own." Li Yi explained casually.

"..."

Master Ma looked at him speechlessly, obviously not believing what he said.

However, Master Ma did not ask any more questions. Instead, he pointed to the small half pot of fried rice left in his pot and asked, "Can I try a little? Let's learn."

"Okay, his share is enough."

Li Yi casually poured the remaining half of the fried rice into the plate beside him.

Wu Lei looked at it and muttered with some distress: "Actually, it's not quite enough..."

But Master Ma didn't care about him anymore. He just brought a spoon over and eagerly scooped up a spoonful of fried rice and poured it into his mouth.

He deliberately used the pouring method because this way he could see how loose the fried rice was.

There is no doubt that Li Yi's fried rice is extremely loose, and every grain of rice is not sticky and clean.

Closing his mouth and chewing gently, Master Ma gradually showed a smile and shook his head.

"Master, how's it going?"

The cook on the side couldn't help but ask.

Master Ma stretched out two fingers, swallowed the rice in his mouth, and then sighed: "Just two words, disgusting!"

"Angry?"

Hearing Master Ma's comment, Wu Lei didn't understand what it meant, so he asked Li Yi: "Brother Yi, what is evil spirit?"

"Guo Qi is also called pot gas and is the essence of Chinese cooking."

Li Yi explained: "It is a special kind of fire flavor produced by stir-frying over high heat. It is a kind of food that is produced after the food is roasted at a high temperature of more than 200 degrees Celsius and undergoes coking and Maillard reactions.

Special aroma.

Cantonese chefs pay more attention to the aroma, especially small stir-fry dishes, which must have the aroma to be considered qualified.

A flavorful dish must meet four requirements: hot, fast, dry, and fragrant.

Heat means that the temperature must be high enough. When frying, the temperature of the pot must be at least 200 degrees to stimulate the coking reaction of the ingredients.

The temperature when it comes out of the pot should also be hot. When the guests eat it, they can feel it is obviously hot, which is considered to be spicy enough.

Fast means frying quickly to avoid burning the pan, and to allow the ingredients to mature quickly while maintaining their original freshness and sweetness.

Dry means that the texture of the dish should be dry enough. The standard is that there is juice but not juice, there is gravy but not gravy, there is oil but not oil, so that it will not be greasy.

The aroma is the pot aroma produced by the Maillard reaction.

The Maillard reaction is a non-enzymatic browning reaction of food, also called non-enzymatic browning reaction.

To put it bluntly, it is the flavor formed by the browning of ingredients at high temperatures.

It’s just like the crispy rice that forms on the bottom of the pot when cooking rice or claypot rice, or the smell when the parts that are in contact with the bottom of the pot turn brown when fried rice, fried noodles, or fried rice noodles.”

Hearing this, Wu Lei finally understood: "I know! When I was a child, my grandma often bought me scallion pancakes to eat. Some places on the scallion pancakes would be fried until they were browned, crispy and delicious. That was wok gas.

Bar?"

"That's right."

Li Yi smiled and praised: "You can teach me."

"hey-hey!"

Wu Lei grinned with big teeth, like a student who was praised by the teacher in school.

Listening to Li Yi's explanation, Master Ma also confirmed his guess.

This kid definitely has a teacher!

Otherwise, how could he understand the evil spirit so clearly?

He scooped up another spoonful of rice and tasted it carefully, becoming more and more sure.

Li Yi cooked this rice just to show off his skills!

After swallowing the rice in his mouth, he turned around and signaled to the chef: "Don't you always understand what it means to have a strong spirit? Come and taste this rice and you will know! This is called a strong spirit!"

The chef stepped forward doubtfully, picked up the spoon and took a taste. His eyes suddenly widened: "Fuck! It smells so good!"

Seeing him marveling, the other chefs couldn't help themselves. They came forward with spoons and gathered around both sides of the plate. You took a spoonful, and I tasted it one by one.

"Damn it! This smell is so strong! It's dry and fragrant!"

"It's awesome! This is purely technical work! It's so cruel!"

The chefs kept exclamating, and they were all a little shocked.

Master Ma raised his thumb at Li Yi and praised him sincerely: "Master Li, I am impressed by your skills, you are so awesome!"

Li Yi smiled and said, "It's not difficult. You can make it even if you try a few times."

"I really can't come."

Master Ma shook his head repeatedly, looking a little embarrassed.

He still knows very well how much he weighs.

Li Yi's water-fried rice is indeed not complicated and relies on pure frying skills, but this pure frying skills cannot be learned by others.

It's like Curry telling a school team player that shooting a three-pointer is not difficult, just aim at the basket and throw it in.

In his opinion, this may not be difficult.

But for others, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Therefore, Li Yi may really think that others can do it if they practice more.

But to Master Ma's ears, his words seemed a bit Versailles.

Seeing how delicious they were eating, Wu Lei couldn't help it anymore.

He took a spoon from the cabinet, took the plate, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and put it into his mouth.

As soon as the distinct grains of rice enter your mouth, a burning aroma fills the air.

Wu Lei raised his eyebrows and looked at the wok beside him.

He seemed to be able to feel what kind of blazing fire power these rice grains were wrapped in when they were just tossed in the pot!

Is this resentment?

It smells so good!

He even felt that even if he used this method and simply fried a portion of white rice without adding anything, he would be able to eat it cleanly!

Looking down at the protein water bottle on his waist, and looking at the fragrant and pungent fried rice in front of him, Wu Lei suddenly wanted to cry.

This is what people eat!

"Brother Yi..."

He looked at Li Yi longingly: "Can you cook for me every day from now on?"
To be continued...