Speaking of egg fried rice, Gu He really loved eating it when he was a child.
Perhaps because he eats less, his mother always says that egg fried rice will cause internal heat and is of no benefit. Therefore, among the three normal meals a day, the egg fried rice that occasionally appears due to too much leftover food is so special.
Every time my mother talks about making egg fried rice, it’s like a holiday, and not a single grain of fried rice is left in the end.
Later, when I grew up, ate more, and tried all kinds of delicacies, egg fried rice gradually became ordinary.
After all, this is just home-cooked food made with the most common ingredients and a few simple steps.
At this time, under the eyes of everyone, Lao Fan calmly walked to the kitchen freezer and took some ingredients. It was still the usual fried rice ingredients, overnight cold rice, eggs, and topped with chives and some vegetables.
Da da da da da, Lao Fan returned to the kitchen counter, picked up the kitchen knife and chopped green onions and vegetable salad on the chopping board.
Then, Lao Fan stirred another bowl of eggs until the egg yolk and egg white became an egg paste with a faint golden light.
"Decent." Shukichi Sakai commented, "My grandma also looks like this when she makes egg fried rice."
Of course, this is just nonsense. The two siblings don't know who their father is, and their mother has gone crazy long ago.
"Lao Fan is also a food master after all." Quan Lao said, "Being better than your grandma shouldn't be a problem."
Lao Fan ignored any of their jokes. After preparing the ingredients, he started to boil the pot. Instead of using an ordinary pan, he took out a traditional Eastern iron pot that was also old from the kitchen and washed it clean.
It seems a bit exaggerated to use such a big pot to fry just one bowl of rice.
But regardless of Gu He, Sakai Shukichi who stopped joking, and Lindsay who was drinking sake with great interest, everyone felt that they saw a different Lao Fan from usual. This fat guy seemed to have a certain aura.
"The so-called program is actually a combination of data structure and algorithm."
Lao Fan suddenly said, "The algorithm is the method of cooking, 'a little oil, a little salt' - but this algorithm is not refined enough. To make an extraordinary program, the accuracy of the algorithm is extremely demanding, and the seasoning must be accurate to micrograms.
The size of each vegetable pellet must be accurate to microns, size, order, what to put first and what to put next, time, how many seconds should be stir-fried for each step, how many milliseconds should be stir-fried, and then put something down."
Everyone was shocked and confused. This was not like what Lao Fan would say. This guy was probably crazy.
"The data structure is to put all the materials in order for higher efficiency - each material is a piece of data, and the data structure is their logical structure. Where to put them on the kitchen table, when cooking
Most convenient?
"Once the pot is boiled, the time must be controlled to milliseconds and the heat must be controlled to the extreme. With an optimal solution, the placement of these data will form a structure, which is called a data structure."
As everyone listened, they realized that all the ingredients and seasonings prepared by Lao Fan were exquisitely arranged.
"The so-called food chef is the embodiment of the food preparation process. He uses food to enter the Tao and pursues the ultimate subtle mysteries. But if there is no intention, it is just a sophisticated industrial product; if there is intention, it is a miracle of food preparation."
Suddenly, he turned on the fire and heated up the pan, poured oil into the pan, and Lao Fan's movements were completed in one go.
The oil in the iron pot sizzled slightly. Old Fan's fat face was still as calm as a monk in meditation, but the movements of his hands were as fast as phantoms, fast and accurate. He poured down a bowl of egg paste and scrambled the eggs first.
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Lao Fan held the championship spatula in one hand and the big iron pot in the other. The spatula was stirring and the iron pot was tumbling.
The third era, dominated by the era, is the eastern land of the natural school.
After chopping up the egg rolls, sauteing the ingredients, and pouring in the overnight rice, Lao Fan’s fat hands seemed to be dancing. The spatula held in his right hand was shoveling out dozens of times in almost a second. The speed was extremely fast, but the strength of each stroke was
and time are under control.
It is precisely these meticulous controls that create the so-called heat.
The fragrant smoke that rose up from the frying seemed to form a holographic image behind Lao Fan, a tall and strong food cook, wearing a dark blue chef uniform with the words "Heart wide and body fat" printed on it.
Judging from the visual information they received, there were strange lights shining on the spatula and in the iron pot.
The golden fried rice, egg cubes and vegetable cubes are all fragrant.
Two gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things.
The simplest ingredients can make the most profound food.
"Ah, this..." Sakai Shukichi, who had laughed the most just now, was stunned and sniffed his nose repeatedly, "It smells so good."
Lindsay, Boxer, Sakai Kao, who is not surprised, the winner of the food competition?
Gu He couldn't help but salivate as he swallowed. It seemed that Lao Fan really had two brushes...
At the same time, Lao Fan continued to move smoothly without any pause or panic. Some of them were the optimal solution. Then he added chives, sprinkled a few drops of soy sauce and other seasonings, and stir-fried a few more times.
Until he suddenly turned off the heat and used a spatula to scoop up the egg fried rice prepared in the iron pot and place it on a blue and white porcelain plate.
"Boy, eat it while it's hot." Lao Fan steadily put the plate of golden egg fried rice on the bar, his fat face calm.
With only such a small plate, everyone was already swallowing their saliva and looking at Gu He.
Sakai Hanaqing wanted to try it again, but felt a little distressed in her heart. It was all her brother's fault for forcing Uncle Fan's strength...
He Sang has eaten this kind of delicacy, so if she or anyone else gives him fried rice in the future, he won't think it tastes good...
"Uh, you're welcome then." Gu He picked up a ceramic rice spoon. He hadn't eaten yet, but just smelled the aroma of the rice. He suddenly seemed to understand Sophia's mood just now, because it was really delicious.
He scooped up a spoonful of fried rice. It was hot, fragrant, perfect in color, and every grain of rice was dry and distinct.
When he put the spoonful of rice into his mouth and started to eat, suddenly his eyes widened slightly and something seemed to surge out of his heart.
Delicious, delicious...
This taste is the taste of childhood, the taste of hometown.
Gu He took another mouthful, and then he started to devour it, making his cheeks full. This is how he eats egg fried rice, as if he was fighting for it every time he ate it when he was a child.
Don't want to waste it.
Seeing that he was so excited after eating, Sakai Shukichi looked at Lao Fan again, "Lao Fan, you must not have taken any medicine..."
"Xiaohe, how about we share the burden with you?" But Shukichi Sakai immediately said, he couldn't help but say, "Xiaohe!"
Gu He ate so quickly because he was afraid of being robbed.
Don’t share! Not sharing is the meaning of egg fried rice...
"Is it really that delicious?" Boxer has always liked eating shrimp fried rice, and the more he looks at it, the more delicious it becomes.
"It's delicious, it's delicious..." Gu He was still eating. He looked up at the fat guy and said, "Old Fan, my mother's fried food is not as delicious as yours, but I still prefer my mother's fried food."
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"He Sang." Seeing his true feelings, Sakai Kao suddenly lost all her thoughts and thought about how she could comfort him.
She reached out and pressed his shoulder, but she seemed to feel his loneliness. He Sang was homesick again.
While Gu He was eating and having mixed feelings, suddenly, the Holy Grail program suddenly started running. The holy water was rising, and it was so surging that it couldn't stop or stop it.
Food has always been an important part of life.
The taste of food can travel through time and space, reconnecting him with his childhood and hometown.
The unforgettable tastes in life are all there.
[Holy water energy: 100%, ↑58%]
Gu He noticed this prompt box and immediately stopped with the porcelain spoon, still chewing it in his mouth, oh my god!
Food and sex are also important, Sister Witch is honest and does not want to be deceived by me.
But it has increased by 58%. No, this is just because it is at full value. Otherwise, it could be more. This is too delicious.
"Hahaha..." Gu He's mixed feelings began to turn into ecstasy, and he found a new field!
This is the first time that he has gained holy water by eating in person. Although in any field there will always be a lot of gain at the beginning, it is a matter of threshold, and then it will gradually decrease. For example, when he goes to Red Rain House now, his gain is not much.
Moreover, this is Lao Fan's carefully fried rice. It is impossible for other delicacies to be as fragrant as this.
But no matter what, this is definitely the second battlefield of the Holy Grail War, marked by the dinner table landing.
"It must have been drugged." Sakai Shukichi looked at Gu He who was alternately sad and happy, "Old Fan, what the hell did you do?"
"Really don't offend your chef." Boxer said.
"But He Sang has been supporting Uncle Fan before!" Sakai Huaqing was stunned, no, if this is really the case, could it be that Uncle Fan felt that He Sang was deliberately acting strangely...
"My rice is just to help him regain some of the previous taste." Lao Fan said lightly, still holding the spatula in his hand.
"Haha!" Gu He laughed and looked at Lao Fan's figure, as if he had really seen a food-preparing genius.
Will Lao Fan and Fan Debao have golden assets?
He won the food competition with a golden egg fried rice, and now he really believes it.
"Lao Fan, it's so delicious. Please fry me another bowl tonight." Gu He said, adding another wave of holy water.
Sakai Shukichi also said quickly: "I also want to try this extraordinary food, it looks good with wine." Lindsay raised her hand: "Then fry a plate for me too." Boxer said: "Old Fan,
You might as well cook a big pot for everyone."
"Yes." Sakai Kao nodded repeatedly, "Uncle Fan, can I learn how to fry rice from you?"
"Haha." Fan Debao sneered, letting them taste it for themselves, "Lao Fan's food is available, but the champion's food is not."
The champion chef of Dongtu Street! This is the only time Lao Fan has been fired for so long.
This thing is obviously different from the detection food and the overclocking food. It has no extraordinary miraculous effects, but it makes people feel ecstasy.
Everyone was still surrounding Lao Fan, pleading, pleading, laughing and scolding, and threatening him to agree to the fried rice.
Gu He continued to eat the remaining bites without giving them to anyone. If they wanted to taste them, they would just lick the plate later.
100% holy water. Except when I first installed the Holy Grail program, I have never fought such a rich battle.
This is enough to make a full attempt to activate the rare objects. Among the six sleeping rare objects discovered so far, which treasure should be activated first? Think about it, it is better to use your own things first, otherwise you will be irresponsible if you damage other people's treasures.
rise.
Amid the commotion around him, Gu He looked at a stainless steel elliptical object placed on the bar.