A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

"Boss, is it you who sell fried rice for 10,000 yuan?"

Li Yi was recalling how to fry rice when he heard someone asking for the price.

He looked up, and saw a fat man standing in front of the booth, followed by three assistants, two of whom were holding fill lights, and one was holding a camera, standing sideways to shoot.

As they came over, the people watching the excitement gathered around, standing around curiously, looking at Li Yi.

"That's right."

Li Yi spoke concisely and did not say much.

These days, there are a few people who came to ask the price, but without exception, they didn't buy any of them.

After all, even a rich man might not be willing to buy a piece of fried rice for 10,000 yuan to try it out.

But the anchor of the store is different.

The more gimmicky something is, the more the shop anchors like it, because there will definitely be traffic.

If the traffic is high enough, you can earn money back by just accepting an advertisement.

When Old Tang heard Li Yi's admission, he looked back at his assistant and laughed.

The sky-high price of 10,000 yuan a piece of fried rice, just this title, is worth millions of views!

"What fried rice? It sells for 10,000 yuan a piece?"

He noticed the mobile phone next to Li Yi, and stretched his head to look: "Eh? Are you also live broadcasting?"

His big head appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room, which immediately caused the exclamation of several viewers in the live broadcast room.

"Fuck! Old Tang?"

"What's the situation? Did Old Tang visit the shop?"

"Old Tang, run away! Don't be a guinea pig! This anchor has been selling for a week, but he hasn't sold a single meal! He's just a hype!"

Old Tang's star effect is still very strong, he only showed his face for a few seconds, and hundreds of people rushed into the live broadcast room immediately.

"The God of Cooking? Who is the God of Cooking? Old Tang?"

"Old Tang plays a trumpet?"

"Is this a store visit?"

In an instant, there were dozens of bullet screens in the live broadcast room.

Old Tang just glanced at it, then looked away.

He looked up at the signboard, turned his head and smiled at the cameraman, and then asked Li Yi: "Boss, I know there is a chef in Xiangjiang who can make fried rice for the emperor, but he only sells five thousand yuan a piece. Why do you dare to sell fried rice for 10,000 yuan?"

Li Yi glanced at him, and calmly replied: "You will know why after eating."

"Hey! You have a temper!"

Old Tang hit a snag and was a little embarrassed.

"How do you say? To shoot or not?"

He turned around and asked a man with a backpack.

He is a blogger signed by the MCN organization, and the expenses for visiting the store are all paid by the company.

The man with the backpack is the project leader of the organization. He glanced at the audience around him, then looked at Li Yi's handsome appearance, and the clean snack cart, and nodded: "Let's shoot it! It's a big deal to hatch two more." Eggs."

As a project leader, the most important ability is to judge whether the content of the shooting has traffic returns.

Obviously, the content of this sky-high price fried rice is still very attractive.

Aside from other things, just the good looks of the stall owner can support millions of views.

After getting permission from the person in charge, Old Tang felt relieved, and turned around to signal Li Yi: "Boss! Give me a fry!"

Hearing his words, Li Yi looked at him: "Are you sure?"

Old Tang looked at him: "Of course I'm sure! What? Are you afraid that I won't give you money?"

Li Yi glanced at him indifferently: "If you know how to do it, you won't refuse to pay."

"Hey! What a big tone!"

Old Tang smiled at his self-confidence: "Don't worry! It doesn't matter whether it's good or not, if you announce the price, I'll pay according to the menu price. If you step on the thunder, I will consider myself unlucky!"

Li Yi didn't say any more, just nodded and said two words: "Wait a moment."

After speaking, he started to prepare.

Old Tang glanced left and right, but couldn't find a place to sit, so he turned around and walked up to the project leader, pouted and shook his head: "I guess this time I'm going to step on a thunderstorm, this little boss's chopping board is clean, let's I guess I'm going to be a guinea pig."

The person in charge comforted him: "It's okay, people who dare to be so arrogant usually have some skills."

"That's enough, no matter how capable you are, it's still a bowl of fried rice!"

Old Tang shook his head and complained.

At this time, the cameraman suddenly pointed to the booth and asked in surprise, "Is that rice? Why is that?"

Old Tang looked back, but saw a bamboo steamer in front of Li Yi.

The lid of the steamer has been lifted, revealing the grainy white rice inside.

The quality of the rice is good, it looks grainy and distinct.

The rice grains even have a suet-like feeling, crystal clear.

And there are small orange particles mixed in it, I can't tell what it is.

"What's this?"

Old Tang moved over curiously and asked Li Yi.

"Shrimp roe of the base shrimp."

Li Yi explained casually.

"Eh? Yes!"

Old Tang muttered something in a low voice, then turned back in surprise, and said to the colleagues behind him, "This little boss has something!"

"Why?"

Colleagues are puzzled.

Seeing this, Old Tang smiled and explained: "This trick is called borrowing the taste, and it uses rice to borrow the taste of shrimp.

The method is to cut open the fresh Jiwei shrimp, remove the shrimp line, then fill in the soaked rice and steam it in a pot, so that the rice will have the mellow aroma of shrimp yellow.

Then add the steamed shrimp roe, which can increase the texture of the rice and make it more fresh and sweet. "

After listening to his explanation, everyone suddenly realized.

"So, this fried rice is quite particular."

"It should be so particular, 10,000 yuan a piece!"

Old Tang didn't take it seriously: "If I just add some shrimp roe for the taste, I will definitely not be satisfied. A meal worth 10,000 yuan can't be spent like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he smelled a strong and fresh fragrance that suddenly wafted out.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

"What? It smells delicious!"

The exclamation of the people watching all around came and went.

Guji!

Some people are swallowing, and not a few.

Old Tang was also attracted by the strong fragrance, and looked at the snack cart.

"It floated out of that jar!"

Cameras uncovered the source of the scent.

I saw a wet lotus leaf in Li Yi's hand, and a brown jar like a wine jar in front of him was emitting white water vapor, and the rich fresh fragrance was wafting from the jar.

This jar was unattractive, and it had been placed by Li Yi on the stove on the right side of the stove before, and the bottom was burning with a low flame.

The lotus leaf in Li Yi's hand and the thick white linen cloth in his hand were sealed on the mouth of the altar without any gap.

Seeing this jar and smelling the rich fresh fragrance, Old Tang couldn't help blurting out: "Buddha jumped over the wall?"

Fotiaoqiang is the most famous dish in Fujian cuisine, also known as Fushouquan.

It uses exquisite materials, such as abalone, sea cucumber, fish maw, shark fin, scallops and other precious ingredients, and the method is extremely cumbersome.

These precious ingredients have to be dry goods, and it takes at least a week just to soak the hair.

After soaking, these ingredients should be put into the wine jar of old yellow rice wine together, and simmered with high soup.

During the simmering process of Buddha Tiaoqiang, because the mouth of the altar is sealed by lotus leaves, almost no fragrance comes out.

On the contrary, when the altar is simmering, you only need to lift the lotus leaf slightly, and the aroma of wine will go straight to your heart and spleen.

Old Tang had filmed Buddha Jumping Over the Wall before, but he went to Fuzhou to shoot it.

That store is also a century-old store, but the most expensive Buddha Jumping Wall there, the taste when the altar was opened is not as good as it is now.

Where is the difference?

Old Tang took a deep breath, and immediately blurted out: "This wine is really good! Is it Huadiao from Shaoxing?"

Hearing the origin of the wine in one breath, Li Yi glanced at him and smiled.

Good things also need people who know how to taste them.

"It's Huadiao, can you smell how old it is?"

Li Yi asked him a question.

Old Tang was overwhelmed by the smell of the altar, and hurriedly waved his hands politely: "You compliment me, I can smell Huadiao, it's not bad, it can't smell a few years old, but this wine smells so good! It must be good wine !"

Li Yi was noncommittal, and explained: "My daughter is red for eighteen years."

"No wonder!"

Old Tang clicked his tongue.

The real 18-year-old Chen Shaoxing's daughter Hong is worth thousands of pounds.

Looking at this jar, even if it is mixed with water, at least two catties of daughter's red must be added to it to have such a strong wine aroma.

This costs two thousand yuan!

But cooking is not a thing that can be completely won by piling up ingredients. If the technology is not good enough, good things can't make good taste.

However, Old Tang had put away some contempt.

Leaving aside the fried rice, he can tell from the altar Buddha jumping over the wall that this little boss definitely has two brushes!