The God-Level Restaurant Of Wanjie Cuisine

When Dai Long said a word, Nakiri Erina's pupils shrank.

Everyone knows that if you want to fry a certain food, it is best to use a small amount of oil and a small fire to slowly fry the surface of the food and transfer the heat to the inside.

This method is very different from the traditional wok, mainly because there is no such thing as a wok in Europe and the United States, so soup is usually cooked in a pot or fried on a flat iron plate, and later gradually developed into a teppanyaki or a pan.

If wok is China's hot art, then frying is the slow cooking in Europe and America~.

Before today, if anyone told Erina to use a wok to make grilled food, she would definitely slap her in the face.

Isn't this talking nonsense!

But this time Erina hesitated, because she was facing Li Fan...a person who slapped countless faces and created all kinds of magical dishes.

Erina even felt that even her grandfather, the old man known as the gourmet devil, might not necessarily be better than Li Fan in cooking.

"Boom!"

A sudden explosion pulled Erina out of her infinite reverie.

Wait! What is this!

Nakiri Erina's expression was stunned, her eyes were staring straight ahead, unable to move away at all.

Who can tell her what the sudden blazing flame is!

"It seems that the heat is not enough...well, let's increase it.

With a smile on his face, Li Fan poured the first batch of fermented tofu into the wok with his left hand. The tofu instantly reacted violently with the high-temperature hot oil, and the surface of the whole wok was crackling like a tsunami.

The flame gradually increased, the hot oil was boiling hot, and the tofu cubes were floating up and down inside, being heated by the hot oil.

When holding the handle of the wok and the spatula in his right hand, Li Fan's temperament changed suddenly.

This temperament is hard to describe, if you insist, it is a feeling of controlling everything in the kitchen.

In other worlds, this kind of thing has other names, such as domain, force field, forbidden god, awakening, etc.

"The so-called frying pan is nothing more than putting a small amount of oil in the pan to cook quickly on high heat, stirring, turning over the pan...Then the next step is to put in the ingredients, and use domestic products to push the ingredients, sometimes pushing them to the center , sometimes pushed to the edge, always in motion.”

The professionalism and standardization of Li Fan's self-talking system introduced Erina.

It's not that it's not as good as her cognition, but this introduction is too succinct, perfectly expressing the essence of wok.

Dai Long's eyes lit up even more, and he clapped his hands vigorously: "Okay, you are indeed the boss! The understanding of frying pan is extremely incisive!"

Tadokoro Megumi also looked at Li Fan adoringly, there seemed to be little stars in his eyes.

[Ding! Tadokoro Megumi worships the rich knowledge of the host, and his favorability has increased to 80! Please continue to work hard on the host!]

I'm going! This f*ck will do!

Li Fan was stunned, he just read out the introduction of the wok given by the system, so he accidentally pretended to be a coward?

Yes, this is very systematic! The system pretends to be too much, and even his host has been affected!

"And then there's the actual wok."

Li Fan's expression became solemn, and the left hand holding the handle of the wok suddenly exerted force, driving the whole wok upward.

Hot oil splattered in the air, it was a transparent light golden color, and at the same time, it shone like raindrops and quickly fell into the pot, reminiscent of the sea in a typhoon.

The other guests were staring at it. Most of the people in the world didn't have such a thing as a frying pan, and even if they did, they never personally hacked people with a frying pan.

"I like this sound..." Whitebeard looked at the boiling oil pan with a smile on his face, "It reminds me of the sea in a storm, the waves are raging, and the sea is turbulent like this."

"Old guy who has no experience, a pirate is a pirate, and even the power of fire can be regarded as the sea." Uchiha Madara embraced his hands, and his eyes of reincarnation did not look directly at White Beard.

White Beard is speechless, being despised by a guy who looks young but is actually very old, no matter how you think about it, it's strange.

If there is no accident, Uchiha Madara's age can be buried in the ground long ago."

"coming."

Uchiha Madara suddenly made a sound, and a pair of purple swirl-shaped eyes gradually began to rotate, as if to see something.

"Wow! Wow!"

...0 for flowers...

The sound of hot oil cracking became louder and louder, Li Fan's expression was calm, and his movements became faster and faster.

Turn the pot! Turn the pot! Turn the pot!

The heavy iron pan was held by Li Fan with one hand, and it kept rolling up and down. The tofu almost just fell off, and was thrown into the sky by a clever force.

Except for the first time the tofu fell into the oil pan, it almost rubbed against the edge of the iron pan and was blown away by Li Fan's huge force.

Shua! Shua! Shua! Shua!

Seven or eight pieces of tofu flew in an orderly manner, and were separated by the spatula, forming a coil of tumbling back and forth, which was dizzying.

"about there!"

A gleam flashed in Li Fan's eyes, and he held the iron pan with his left hand, and pressed it down suddenly. The heavy weight and speed produced roaring waves that pushed the fire to the sides, and for a while, the iron pan fell into the flames. spectacle.

......0

"Boom!"

The high-temperature flame directly ignited the oil in the iron pot, and a huge red pillar of fire exploded in the iron pot, like a raging little sun.

swish!

Li Fan held the spatula tightly in his right hand, swept it into the iron pan, and smeared the red tea oil back and forth on the iron pan, driving the flame to rotate continuously, forming a spiral upward flame.

The speed of the spatula became faster and faster, until it formed a series of black afterimages, almost dancing into a circle.

The wind generated by the high-speed waving of the arms blows away even the oily smoke.

"As expected of a hot wok, but it's not at its limit yet."

Li Fan grinned, holding the spatula tightly in his right hand, his hand speed once again crossed a limit, and with a round of his arm, the howling wind pressure rolled the flames, forming a fire tornado on the iron pan!

And during this process, Li Fan never stopped tossing the pot up and down, the floating stinky tofu was swallowed by the fire tornado, and the sound of oil crackling made people dumbfounded.

Even so, the tofu did not disperse due to the vigorous stir-frying, but instead exuded a hint of oily fragrance in the fire dragon roll.

"Incredible! Incredible!"

Dai Long's cloudy old eyes widened, and he rubbed his eyes subconsciously: "This kind of intense stir-frying didn't damage the soft structure of tofu at all!