Beautiful, lovely elves, dancing with the dusk sunshine.
Mumu's expression was suddenly in a trance. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, or even if someone told her, she wouldn't have believed that someone could make an omelette so artistically, or that the process of omelette was so artistic.
More than a minute passed in a blink of an eye.
The omelette must come one by one. After frying the omelette, Gu Zheng's face showed a trace of exhaustion. In addition, he had already fried seven omelette in the morning, and each omelette consumed his immortal power. Although
Not much, but he also didn't have much immortal power. After doing it seven times in a row, he really felt a little tired.
Take a deep breath, put the omelette away, send it out, and start again.
Heat oil and beat eggs.
Mumu kept staring at Gu Zheng's hand. Before she could see clearly, the egg in Gu Zheng's hand had fallen into the pot. There was no oil splash, no noisy frying sound, only the pure fragrance.
The elves dance again.
A complete egg, a round egg, white on the outside and yellow on the inside, without a single flaw, like the flawless jasper, lying quietly on the plate. The two omelettes have been fried and placed on the table, but
Mumu was still looking at the plate stupidly, not even taking the chopsticks.
"Sister Muse, you are so beautiful, can I eat it?"
Staring at the eggs on the plate, the little intern editor swallowed and asked in a low voice. The omelette in front of him was like a work of art, and he didn't know where to eat it.
"Yes, of course!"
Her words brought Mumu back to her senses, and now the wontons were also served. The staple food of wontons was temporarily put aside by them, and they all picked up their chopsticks and prepared to deal with the fried eggs in front of them.
“Delicious, really delicious!”
The little intern editor took a bite first, and her eyes immediately lit up. The waiter standing next to her was envious and had a smile on her face. She understood the intern editor's feelings at this time. She also felt the same when she took the first bite.
In this way, this omelette is really delicious.
Mumu finally took a bite, a small bite on the edge.
The round egg was like a white moon, with a small mouth missing. Mumu tasted the egg differently from others. Others, including Gu Zheng, took a whole bite first. It didn’t matter how big it was, but it wasn’t too small either. Mumu tasted the egg differently.
Only a little bit was bitten off, not even close to the fingernail of the little finger, and it was still very deep from the yolk.
Her eyes became brighter.
There is no fishy smell of eggs, only the fragrance is left. This fragrance can be felt to be the taste of eggs, but it is a hundred times or a thousand times more fragrant than the eggs you usually eat.
The crisp egg white melts in your mouth and slides down Mumu's throat like jelly.
The sesame oil seemed to be dispersed, removing the uncomfortable strong fragrance, leaving only the light and clear fragrance, which flowed gently at the tip of the throat.
"fragrant!"
Mumu couldn't help but praise. It seemed that everyone who received such praise for the first time would praise him like this. He couldn't help but praise, and his words came from his heart. This was the real words from the heart, the real feeling in the heart.
“It’s so delicious, so delicious!”
The intern editor swallowed the last bite of the egg and praised again. She had already eaten the whole omelette. Mumu still had two-thirds of the omelette. Mumu controlled herself forcibly, taking only a small bite each time, so
She had a lot left.
Seeing that her companion was paying attention to her, Mumu immediately picked up the plate and turned around so that her companion would not see her eating the omelette.
Not being able to see Mu Mu's fried eggs, the intern editor turned around with some regret. As soon as she turned around, she noticed the white paper taped to the kitchen and a few words on it.
Now she was no longer surprised by the price of the omelette. It was so delicious and something she had never eaten before. It was no longer measured by price. But the last sentence, the words 'limit one per person', made her very depressed.
.
"Waiter, are you really limited to one omelette per person?"
"Really, including our boss himself, we can only buy one!"
The waiter immediately stepped forward to answer. They didn't understand Gu Zheng's previous purchase restrictions. They were still laughing at Gu Zheng in their hearts. He really regarded his omelets as a treasure, so why did he impose purchase restrictions?
Looking at it now, Gu Zheng is right. If there is no purchase limit, let alone the customers, even she is now thinking about whether to get another one. After all, she can afford eighty-eight yuan, but such delicious food
It's hard to come across.
"What a pity!"
The trainee editor shook her head regretfully and did not continue to ask. Like the waiter, she had no idea about the purchase limit at first. Only now did she realize that the purchase limit was not unreasonable.
Just now, she was still thinking about how much money she still had at home. She remembered that she still had more than a thousand living expenses, and she was going to spend five hundred to buy omelettes and eat them all. If this was the case, then she would have
She has to eat instant noodles many days, and her living expenses are already very tight.
If there were no purchase restrictions, she would definitely not be able to control herself and buy more delicacies.
Looking at it now, the purchase limit was really good. At least it helped her control herself and reduce her expenses. At this moment, she felt a sense of gratitude in her heart. Even she was surprised. It was very strange.
After a while, Mumu finally finished her portion of the omelette and closed her eyes with satisfaction.
She tastes fried eggs the most carefully and carefully, and the feeling she gets is different from others, and she has the deepest experience.
Whether it is egg white or egg yolk, they are all equally cooked and translucent. The most valuable thing is that the heat is just right. This is not something ordinary cooking can achieve. Mumu has been the editor of the Food Channel for two years.
In addition to reading many food reviews and recipes, she has also participated in many events and tasted many delicious foods.
It can be said that nothing she has eaten in the past two years is as good as her cooking skills.
This kind of cooking skill is no longer the skill of making an egg, but has been sublimated into an art, and it is still the top art. Although making an egg is simple, it is so simple that it is a perfect work of art.
Perfect, this is Mu Mu’s evaluation.
"It's really delicious. You didn't lie to me. Next time you have such delicious food, remember to tell me first!"
Mumu lowered her head, picked up her cell phone and sent a message to Gu Zheng. She had said before that if Gu Zheng dared to lie to her, she would go to Gu Zheng's house and ask Gu Zheng to compensate her for the money she spent buying omelettes.
Looking at it now, Omelette has completely conquered her, and Gu Zheng doesn't have to worry about anyone coming to ask for debts.
"Of course, I said delicious food, how can I be wrong!"
Gu Zheng was hiding in the kitchen and sending messages cheerfully. Another person was conquered by his fried eggs. Gu Zheng was full of confidence now. Looking at it now, this test is not that difficult to complete. People who have eaten his fried eggs
, no one was conquered by him.
"let's go!"
Mumu didn't ask if she could buy another one. She agreed with the waiter's previous words. She only needed to eat such a delicious thing once. Eating it continuously would affect its beauty in her heart.
Her companion stood up reluctantly, looking back at the kitchen as he stood up.
"Wait a minute, you haven't eaten your wontons yet!"
The waiter suddenly stopped them and asked for two wontons and two fried eggs. But now that they had eaten the fried eggs, the wontons were not moved and were almost cold.
