Soon, the meat slices were cut, and the old man with rosacea moved very quickly. He chopped the green onions for the side dishes with a wave of the kitchen knife, and the garlic cloves turned into minced garlic with a few strokes of the knife blade.
Adding firewood to the pot, the old man with rosacea stood on one foot, hooked his right foot on the bellows and pulled, and the flames soon grew bigger.
Pour in the cooking oil. After the oil temperature is right, the old man with rosacea wipes it with his left hand, and two more eggs appear in the palm of his hand. He squeezes hard, and the two eggs break open in his hand at the same time. The egg falls into the frying spoon held in his right hand, and the egg skin is intact. Throw it in the trash.
Dowling saw the rosacea old man's right arm suddenly bulging, and the frying spoon shaking rapidly, so fast that he thought he was still. Stir the egg liquid quickly in the frying spoon, and pour it into the pot as the frying spoon turns over.
"It's stinging!" The oil smoke rose, and the old man with rosacea quickly stir-fried the eggs with his frying spoon, and soon the eggs were fried to a golden color.
Just when Dorian thought the old man would pour out the eggs for later use, the old man made an unexpected move.
He threw the sliced meat into the pot, and the frying spoon accurately separated the eggs from the meat slices.
As he exerted force with his left hand, the two ingredients began to stir-fry in the pot.
Dorian was shocked again. He discovered that when the eggs were at the bottom of the pot, the pieces of meat must be in the air, and vice versa.
The bottom fire was introduced into the pot by the splashing oil, and a flame suddenly rose in the pot.
After a brief roasting, the old man added chopped green onions and garlic cloves, and then poured the prepared hot pepper slices into the pot. He stirred the ingredients quickly with a frying spoon to mix the ingredients together.
Then the old man kept shaking the wok with his left hand, and the wok with his right hand continued to click on various cooking items, and the required seasonings were also added to the pan.
After stir-frying a few more times, the old man poured the warm rice into the pot and pressed it quickly with the frying spoon to combine the rice with the meat, eggs and vegetables.
After taking it out of the pot, the old man poured the fried rice into a bowl with trembling hands and handed it to Dolin.
Daolin took it with both hands and looked at the brightly colored fried rice in the bowl. With some expectations in his heart, he picked up the prepared spoon and started eating.
Scooping up a spoonful of fried rice and putting it into his mouth, Dolin tasted it carefully. Suddenly his eyes widened and he felt a flash of lightning flash in his mind.
"This...this...this is so delicious." Dolin murmured in shock, and then he tasted a few more spoonfuls in disbelief.
"Obviously it's a very simple fried rice. Although I used some techniques that I don't know how to make, why does it taste so delicious and mellow?" The more Dolin ate, the more delicious it became. Whether it was salty, fragrant or delicious, it was impeccable. .
"How's it going? Now do you think this meal is worth ten taels of silver?" The old man with rosacea staggered over and asked.
Dorian nodded excitedly, and he answered the rosacea old man's words with practicality.
Soon, Dolin ate all the fried rice. He sat there and breathed a long sigh of relief. He quickly recalled the process of making the fried rice by the old man in his mind. He didn't find anything that would make the fried rice taste better. Convenience so delicious means.
"Can I ask you how to make fried rice that tastes so delicious?" Dolin stood up and asked respectfully.
"No, the exclusive secret will not be shared with others." The old man with rosacea smiled and shook his head.
Dolin knew that he couldn't get anything out of him by asking, so he took out ten taels of money and put it on the table next to the old man, turned around and left.
Out of sight of the old man with rosacea, Dolin hid quickly. He planned to follow the old man home secretly, so that he could come to learn skills in the future.
On Tianlai Street, where people come and go, the number of people becomes less and less as it gets darker.
Suddenly, a hand fell on Dolin's shoulder. Dolin was startled, and when he looked back, he saw Jijiu, who was looking at him with a puzzled look.
"What are you doing?" Jijiu followed Dolin's gaze and found nothing strange.
"Did you see that old man? He has rosacea and is drunk." Dowling pointed out to Qingjiu and told him what he had just experienced.
"If a chef with your skill can say that the fried rice is delicious, wouldn't that mean you are invincible in the fried rice world?" Jijiu said with some disbelief.
"Why did I lie to you? I wanted to learn from him just now, but he didn't teach me, so I hid here and planned to go home with him and learn the skills at his door." Dolin sighed. said in a tone.
Jijiu went to that stall in disbelief. Not long after, he came back with an expression of disbelief.
"You believe it this time." Dolin said angrily.
Jijiu nodded mechanically, and he was still thinking about the fried rice just now.
"Just tell me, is it worth following him?" Dolin pulled Jijiu behind him and asked.
"Stalking is not a big deal. After all, it's nothing. If the stalking is discovered, it will be even harder to explain." Qingjiu suggested after careful consideration.
"What should we do? After all, I asked them, but they are not willing." Dolin asked dejectedly.
"I have a way, and I promise to succeed. All you have to do is learn the techniques from him then." Jijiu patted him on the shoulder and said.
"What can I do?" Dolin grabbed Qingjiu's arm excitedly and asked.
"Follow me." Jijiu led Dolin straight to the old man with rosacea.
The two came to the stall and sat directly on the table.
"You two are together, what? You still want to learn the old man's skills of keeping the bottom of the box?" The old man with rosacea looked at the two of them and said indifferently.
Stop drinking and say nothing, just take out the wine gourd and remove the stopper. For a while, the aroma of wine overflows.
The nose of the old man with rosacea subconsciously twitched a few times, and his cloudy and blurred eyes suddenly became shiny. He looked at the ancient wine gourd, and his throat moved unconsciously.
"Would you like a bowl?" Jijiu asked, passing the wine gourd over.
The old man with rosacea nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head again as if he understood something.
"Well, I originally wanted to share my wine with you. Since you're not interested, you can always lend us two bowls." Jijiu smiled and took the wine gourd back and asked.
"The bowl is over there, you can get it yourself." The old man with rosacea pointed at the stall and said.
After quitting drinking, I stood up and took the wine gourd, deliberately passing by the old man with rosacea to get the bowl.
The old man with rosacea took a greedy smell and turned his head away.
Qingqing took the bowl and returned to the table to prepare it. After pouring a glass for Dolin, he also started drinking.
After finishing a bowl of wine, I stopped drinking and deliberately shouted that I was satisfied. I peeked at the old man with rosacea and saw that he was blushing and looking at this side as uneasily as a termite scratching his heart.
"Old man, come sit down and drink together. This is a fine wine I carefully brewed. It's rare." Jijiu invited him again.
The old man with rosacea hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't bear the alcohol addiction in his heart, so he leaned over with a smile.
"Are you sure you're just going to treat me to a drink and not be interested in my craftsmanship?"
"Sure, just to buy you a drink."
