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

Whether it's burnt rice or crispy rice, they're all talking about the same thing.

The first time it appeared, perhaps a careless cook forgot to remove the rice cauldron, causing the rice grains to dry out and stick to the bottom of the cauldron.

But after tasting its unique texture and concentrated rice aroma, people fell in love with its taste and even began to deliberately cook rice to eat it.

After shoveling off the last burnt piece of rice, the fried rice on the plate was covered with a layer of browned rice crust, exuding a rich rice aroma.

Smelling this aroma, Dai Long, who was closest, suddenly felt an unspeakable hunger.

This hunger surprised him because he had just eaten a lot of food and felt a little full before going back to the kitchen.

But the aroma immediately whetted his appetite, giving him the urge to feast.

Yuan Yongyi's impulse was stronger than his. A spoon had already scooped up a spoonful of burnt fried rice and stuffed it into Yuan Yongyi's mouth.

She chewed the fried rice a few times, looking a little confused.

But as the crunching sound of the burnt rice being bitten into pieces was heard, she gradually began to beam with joy.

"Um?"

Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something. She stopped chewing, frowned and thought, then chewed a few more times.

Zhong Zhentao on the side watched her expression change and couldn't help but ask: "What are you talking about? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious... not bad."

Yuan Yongyi chewed the fried rice with a happy smile on his face: "But it's very comfortable to eat."

"Very comfortable?"

Zhong Zhentao didn't understand.

"that is…"

Yuan Yongyi swallowed the fried rice in his mouth, and then explained to him: "When you were a child, did you have many brothers and sisters, and when you all ate together? Everyone rushed to eat together, and it was so enjoyable.

But the food at home is not enough, you are not full, and when you finally clear away the dishes, you find that there is still a little bit of rice bottom in the rice cooker, you scrape it out and eat alone, that's what it feels like! "

Listening to her story, Zhong Zhentao became more and more confused: "Brothers and sisters, Fandi, what on earth are you talking about?"

Yuan Yongyi hesitated for a moment, then pushed him impatiently and urged: "Don't you know if you try it yourself?"

Zhong Zhentao muttered something, then picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, and put it into his mouth.

The charred rice in the mouth is indeed very crunchy. When chewed when mixed with the fried rice, the crunchy texture is very enjoyable, and the rice aroma is also very strong.

The fried rice wrapped in a light layer of lard also exudes the aroma of oil, but it is not too prominent. It just wraps every grain of rice just right, and only releases its own aroma when chewing, and it becomes more and more delicious. The thicker you chew, the more delicious it becomes.

Li Yi seems to have added too little salt and the fried rice tastes a bit bland.

But it is precisely because it is relatively bland that Zhong Zhentao tastes a sweet feeling.

And as he kept chewing, he tasted a hint of the taste of [Rich Elephant], mixed with the taste of [One Palm Decides the World].

"Eh?"

He looked into the pot suspiciously, feeling suspicious.

Could it be that the pot was not cleaned clean?

Li Yi caught his gaze and instantly guessed his doubts, so he smiled and explained casually: "It's the taste in your mouth."

When Zhong Zhentao heard this, he was slightly startled, and then he reacted. He quickly covered his mouth and breathed, and licked the gap between his teeth with his tongue.

No wonder it tastes like [Rich Elephant Pull] and [One Palm Can Determine the World]. It turns out that there is shredded meat stuck between the teeth...

Zhao Wenzhuo and others on the side also came forward and took a bite of Li Yi's fried rice.

Dai Long observed them and listened carefully to their comments.

After several people tasted it, they exchanged a few words with each other, and almost everyone mentioned "comfortable" without exception.

Eat comfortably?

Why is it comfortable?

Is it delicious or not?

Dai Long thought about it for a while, but gathered his thoughts, took a step forward, and decided to try it himself.

Scooping up a spoonful of fried rice covered with burnt rice, he looked around carefully and smelled the aroma before putting it in his mouth.

When you enter the fried rice, the aroma of burnt rice is mixed with the light aroma of lard and the refreshing aroma of green onions, faintly wafting out from between the rice grains.

This aroma...seems to be a bit off!

Dai Long was muttering in his heart, but he chewed it subconsciously.

Click! Click!

The rice was pressed into a thin layer by the frying spoon and was completely browned, like a crispy shell that broke into pieces when you bite it.

The lard wrapping the rice grains gradually becomes fragrant under chewing.

The rice is indeed cooked well, the heat is just right, if it is too high it will be mushy, if it is too low it will not be crispy enough.

And this Yankou, this Yankou... Dai Long suddenly opened his eyes slightly, as if he realized something.

No wonder Yuan Yongyi and the others said they felt comfortable eating, the salt was so good!

The saltiness of the fried rice is just enough to bring out the freshness, but it's just a bit bland.

When eating, this kind of salty taste will not put pressure on the taste, but will create a light feeling.

In addition, as you chew in your mouth, the aroma of fried rice gradually blends with the aroma of vegetables remaining in your mouth, giving the fried rice that originally only had three aromas of rice, oil and green onion instantly added countless layers of flavor.

After swallowing this mouthful of fried rice, Dai Long even felt refreshed.

Feeling the refreshing feeling in his mouth, Dai Long was silent for a moment, then suddenly put the spoon back, looked at Li Yi, and sighed with a smile: "Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Your fried rice is better than mine."

Hearing his words, everyone around him was stunned.

This hasn't even started yet, so why do you admit defeat?

In the live broadcast room, the audience was also confused.

"What happened? Why did Dai Long just admit defeat?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"What? You haven't eaten yet! Why do you just give up?"

"The God of Cooking is ashamed of himself! The God of Cooking has reached the top!"

Looking at the questioning barrage on the screen, Dai Long smiled and shook his head, explaining: "I just said that when cooking, you have to subtract from the end. Going too far is not enough.

A Yit's fried rice, just for the salt ratio, I'm already ashamed of myself.

Not only did he do the subtraction, but he did it just right.

He didn't use eggs, but the aroma of the fried rice was not lacking at all, and it became more and more fragrant the more you chewed it.

He used less salt than I did, but it was fresh enough without being too salty.

Also, the amount of oil he uses is just right, ensuring that the rice grains are oily and not greasy at all..."

At this point, Dai Long was a little speechless.

After he analyzed the difference between the two meals, he also realized a problem.

That's Li Yi's fried rice, which seems to be a level better than his!

Turning to look at Li Yi, he asked seriously: "Does this fried rice have a name?"

"It's called fried rice, or Qingkou rice."

Li Yi explained casually.

This bowl of rice was what Qianlong often ordered when he was reviewing memorials until late at night.

Qianlong's imperial meals were not bad on weekdays, and they were inevitably greasy.

Late at night, when he was hungry but had no appetite because of the oil and water, Qianlong would ask Zhang Dongguan to cook a bowl of rice to fill his stomach and suppress the greasy feeling in his mouth, clearing his mouth and killing two birds with one stone.

"Qingkou rice should be called Qingkou rice."

Dai Long sighed with a complicated expression: "If I can cook such a delicious meal in my life, my cooking skills will be perfected."

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