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Chapter 192

The materials are ready.

Su Ran picked up the spatula.

"Alright. "

"Let's get started. "

With a spatula, he carefully cut a small piece of lard.

Zizizizi.

The milky white lard meets the hot pan and slowly melts.

Wang Xue stood next to her curiously and reminded in a low voice: "Is there less oil?"

Netizens were happy.

[The anchor is too picky. 】

[Although you say that rural people don't cook so well, right?]

[Give you five cents, give me more.] 】

[Another factor that makes egg fried rice delicious is that it has enough oil. 】

The oil Su Ran put was only the size of his thumb.

Like a bean.

He shook his head and didn't speak.

Just spread the oil with a spatula and shake the pan again so that the oil covers most of the pan.

When the pan is no longer jumping oil.

He poured all the eggs into the pot.

Crash.

Su Ran tilted and shook the pot again, causing the egg liquid to flow out and cover the oily area.

The sound of porphyras came.

The eggs give off their aroma.

Su Ran gently adjusted the shape of the egg with a spatula, and then said:

"There are two ways to make egg fried rice. "

"One is to eat after the egg, and the other is to 14 before the egg. "

"The way we do this is to scramble the eggs first. "

"Little fish, you can refer to it. "

"Your grandfather probably has also suffered hardships, although I don't know how your family does it, but ordinary people should be about the same. "

"They're looking for affordability, not bells and whistles. "

"Seeing a large piece of egg will make the child happy, what golden fried rice, seeing the rice but not the egg, that is a way that only people with status and enjoyment pay attention to. "

With his voice.

A huge omelet has appeared in the pot.

A full pot.

Netizens were shocked.

[Hold the grass, so much oil actually made a big deal. 】

[It's amazing, my anchor really knows how to live. ] 】

[I've learned what I've learned, and I can do this.] 】

[Old husband Lin Yanping, send 999 likes: Yes, yes, my mother did the same at the time, two eggs are too luxurious, one is enough. 】

[Little Angelfish, send 1 Super Rocket: I see!]

[Xuanxuan's mother, send 999 likes: It's a loss! I used to put four eggs to fry rice, but I couldn't find eggs!]

Su Ran smiled.

The spatula breaks the eggs, and the large pieces become smaller pieces, and the smaller half pot is again.

He swept the eggs aside, added a soybean-sized grain of oil, and explained:

"When I was a child, every family was still boiling their own lard. "

"Pork fat is a good thing, not only can it boil oil, but the oil residue is also very fragrant. "

"Every time the oil is boiled at home, the children will stay by the oil pot, waiting for the adults to reward a few pieces of oil residue, and the food clicks in the mouth, which is very fragrant. "

"Now there are still some old soup powder shops in Coconut Island, insisting on stir-frying oil residue seasoning, only adding a small spoon, it will fill the bowl with fragrant meat, which is endlessly memorable, so an old soup powder shop is not authentic, just see if there is oil residue in his house. "

"Egg fried rice needs to be oily to be delicious, but the omelette is already oil-absorbing, and the countrymen are reluctant to put more of it, so a little bit is fine. "

[Ten miles of sunshine, send out 1 card: I have eaten the oil residue, I miss it so much, I can't buy it with money. 】

[Brother Zhou Hui of Xiaocheng, send out 1 card: It turns out that the countryside of Coconut Island also eats like this, like!]

[Li Zhendong, send 99 likes: The anchor is too real, when I was a child, I was looking forward to buying fat pork at home haha, so it didn't work. 】

[Old man Lin Yanping, send 1 plane: authentic, it's really delicious, can the anchor send me some? I'll pay to buy it from you. 】

It's obviously about egg fried rice.

The oil residue led to a wave of memories.

Su Ran couldn't cry or laugh.

"I didn't have it either, the oil residue was hidden by Ah Gong. "

After speaking.

He motioned for Wang Xue to pour all the rice into the pot.

Rustle.

When the rice meets the hot pan, it makes another sound.

Su Ran said while flipping: "Egg fried rice is usually made every other day, and that's because there is an overnight meal." "

"But not every family has leftovers. "

"They're all busy, and it's the norm to just fry and eat a meal when they deal with it. "

With his flipping. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The spatula collides with the iron pot and makes a crisp sound.

I saw the rice in the pot, there were large and small pieces, which was very ugly.

The large pieces of Su Ran were flattened with a spatula, then broken up, and continued to stir-fry.

The crushed eggs are increasingly mixed with the rice, giving off a unique aroma.

When the rice is already heated through.

Su Ran picked up the soy sauce bottle again and said to the live broadcast room: "Egg fried rice is delicious no matter how you cook." "

"There is soy sauce and soy sauce, and if there is no soy sauce, sprinkle some salt, you must eat it salty to be fragrant. "

As he spoke, he poured half a shovel of soy sauce and poured it around the pot into the rice.

Then flip quickly.

At this time in the pot.

Because there is little oil, soy sauce is added, and the rice has already been stained in the pot.

The thick pot sticks to the bottom of the pot and is very unsightly.

Netizens are in a hurry.

[Scorched!]

[Stop!]

[The anchor also failed, and sure enough, egg fried rice is difficult to make. 】

[I used to fry like this, and I was so tired of brushing the pot. 】

【......】

Su Ran watched the barrage and flipped it for another two minutes before he turned off the fire unexpectedly and shoveled out the fried rice.

Browned rice mixed with eggs.

The eggs stick to the rice, and the rice sticks to the pot.

The appearance is very poor.

But the thick aroma of fried rice is blowing in the heat of the face.

It's an appetizing feeling.

Su Ran put down the spatula and smiled at the live broadcast room.

"Egg fried rice is easy to get into the pan. "

"But my mother is not a chef, so it's normal to dip into the pot. "

Or rather. "

"Egg fried rice can last for a long time, it comes from the deepest part of everyone's heart, thinking about their mother. "

"Such a failed egg fried rice makes me have a better aftertaste than the egg fried rice in any restaurant. "

"Because it's 477 is my memory, my mother's egg fried rice. "

"Thank you for watching. "

in the live broadcast room.

Netizens were instantly teary-eyed.

[Mr. Gao, send out 1 rocket: crying, I love the pot made by my mother the most, but I can't eat it. 】

[Deep Sea, Send 1 Plane: Seeing the anchor's egg fried rice, I think of my dead mother, her cooking skills are not good, but she is the most delicious. 】

When I was eight years old, my mother taught me to make egg fried rice by myself, and my sister and I stepped on the stool to make it every time, but she said it was better than her. 】

[Xuanxuan's mother, send 1 rocket: It turns out that the best egg fried rice has no trick at all, I understand the anchor, thank you. 】

[Happy home, send 1 plane: The anchor reminded my aunt of how my mother did it, thank you. 】

......

Hangtown.

Lin Xiaoyu's home.

The family had just sat down at the dinner table.

The old man burst into tears.

He said to Lin Xiaoyu, who was stunned, "Do you understand now?"

"That's what my mom does. "

"This is the egg fried rice I remember!"

Father Lin sighed and looked at his wife for help.

Ye Ludan put down the bowl silently and walked towards the kitchen: "It's too simple, I'll make it for you." "