The Local Lazy Man System

"Boss, here are two servings of Wenzhou Fried Noodles"

Ye Rongrong and Liu Qingqing sat down on a clean table and shouted to the stall owner.

"Two servings of Wenzhou Fried Noodles, they'll be here soon."

Seeing the business coming, the owner of the stall started to get busy frying fried noodles for Ye Guangrong and the others.

The owner of the stall made fried rice noodles very quickly. In less than five minutes, two servings of Wenzhou fried rice noodles were ready.

"Ok……"

Looking at the fried noodles in front of him, Ye Rongrong frowned involuntarily.

Whether the stir-fried noodles are delicious or not depends on the ingredients, but also a very important factor, which is the frying skills of the producers.

You must know that the noodles are soft, and it is very difficult to fry them thoroughly, let alone fry them evenly, and don't let the noodles dry and burnt.

Therefore, if some fried noodles masters are poor in craftsmanship, the dried noodles are prone to sticking to the pan during the stir-frying process.

Even if it can be scooped up quickly, the dry powder will be broken. Although it is still edible, the taste and appearance are far worse.

Now the fried side of these two Wenzhou fried noodles is burnt

Although Ye Rongrong hasn't eaten this fried rice yet, Ye Rongrong can only give it two points for its appearance.

No wonder the business is so poor, this craftsmanship is not good!

"Husband, this noodle is not delicious."

After Liu Qingqing took two bites, she frowned and said.

When it comes to stir-fried Yangping noodles, Liu Qingqing likes to eat her husband's fried noodles the most. It is the most delicious fried noodles in the world.

"Then I'll fry a fried rice noodle for you to eat."

Ye Rongrong thought for a while and said.

It seems that you have to do it yourself.

"Well, hello again, husband."

Liu Qingqing said happily.

It had been several months since she had eaten her husband's fried noodles, and Liu Qingqing missed it very much.

"Boss, I will borrow your cooking stove and I will fry two servings of Yangping Fried Noodles myself."

Ye Rongrong stood up and said to the stall owner.

"What? Is the fried noodles I fried delicious?"

The stall owner frowned and said.

"It doesn't suit the taste. The main reason is that you haven't mastered the heat well. The fried rice noodles have very high requirements on the heat. If the heat is not enough or too much, the fried rice noodles will taste worse."

Ye Rongrong nodded and spoke truthfully.

"Are you a cook too?"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongrong suspiciously and asked.

Regarding the skill of his fried noodles, the stall owner himself knows that this skill is so-so, otherwise the business would not be so deserted.

But this skill cannot be practiced in a short while.

It can only be made by constantly frying this powder, practice makes perfect.

"It's a chef!"

Ye Rongrong nodded and said.

"Then fry it!"

Anyway, there is no business now, and the stall owner also agreed to let Ye Rongrong fry the fried rice by himself.

Of course, I also have the idea of ​​wanting to be a teacher.

After all, if the fried rice noodle fried by this person tastes good, I can ask him for some experience, and my skills will improve by then.

For those who do their own business, the requirements for this skill are particularly high.

Now that the stall owner agreed, Ye Rongrong didn't hold back, took the shovel from the stall owner, and started frying the fried noodles.

Turn on the stove, and when the iron pan was completely heated, Ye Rongrong spooned a little oil into the pan. After the oil in the pan boiled for two minutes, Ye Rongrong began to fry the noodles and dried them out.

Ye Rongrong casually tossed the dried noodles for three people into the pot twice, seemingly casually, but in fact, the amount of dried noodles put in each time was basically the same as that of weighing.

After the noodles are dried into the pot, Ye Rongrong stir-fries quickly. The speed must be mastered. If it is too fast, the noodles will not be cooked. up.

I saw that Ye Rongrong picked it up quickly and lightly every time, forming a beautiful parabola in the air, and then gently landed on the pot. The whole process was like a performance, and it was intoxicating to watch.

"This movement? This speed?"

The stall owner looked foolishly at Ye Rongrong frying the noodles.

The owner of the stall never thought that he could stir-fry noodles like this.

Now the stall owner understands that he has met an expert in fried noodles.

Thinking of this, the stall owner couldn't help but get excited.

If I can learn this skill, the business of my stall is still booming!

Immediately, the stall owner fixed his eyes on the movements of Ye Rongrong's hands, for fear that he might miss a certain subtle movement.

Under the eyes of the stall owner, Ye Rongrong kept throwing the crystal clear noodles out of the pot, and then quickly fell into the pot. The whole process was so perfect that not a single piece of the noodles was damaged or burned.

While constantly stirring the fried noodles, various seasonings are also added continuously, so that all kinds of seasonings are evenly attached to each fried noodles, no more and no less.

In the eyes of the stall owner, this is simply an art, an art of cooking.

"so amazing……"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongrong with a look of admiration. The stall owner had never seen such a skillful technique.

With Ye Rongrong's constant stir-frying, the jerky is also fried. The fried jerky that most people stir-fry will have a certain part of the jerky no matter what, but the jerky fried by Ye Rongrong is still crystal clear. of.

It's like it hasn't been fried in the pan.

"What's the smell, it's so fragrant..."

"It smells so good, I'm drooling!"

"It seems to be the fragrance wafting from there!"

...

As the aroma of dried fried noodles wafted out of the pot, it immediately alarmed the surrounding tourists. For tourists who come here, they are basically here to eat.

Such an appetizing fragrance naturally attracts many tourists.

"This fried noodles is so fragrant!"

"Not only is it fragrant, but the appearance is also very good-looking."

"I really want to take a bite!"

...

Soon Ye Rongrong was surrounded by a group of diners, many of them couldn't help drooling, the aroma of the fried noodles was so enticing,

Many people have eaten fried rice noodles, but it is the first time everyone has smelled such an attractive fried rice noodles.

"Boss, give me a piece of fried rice noodles."

"Boss, I want one too."

"Give me two fried noodles, no, give me five, I want five."

...

The onlookers said one after another.

They regarded Ye Rongrong as the stall owner.

No matter what the people around him said, Ye Rongrong still put all his heart and soul into fried rice noodles, and soon three plates of Yangping fried rice noodles with a tempting aroma were ready.

"This plan is for you."

Ye Rongrong spoke to the stall owner, and took two plates of fried noodles to his seat.

"Honey, you're starving!"

Ye Rongrong put a plate of fried noodles in front of Liu Qingqing, and said softly.

"Husband, the fried noodles you fried are really delicious."

After Liu Qingqing finished speaking, she couldn't wait to eat.

Every time she eats the food made by her husband, it is a perfect enjoyment for Liu Qingqing.

It's just that after coming to the capital, my husband seldom cooks.

Now that she ate the fried noodles made by her husband again, Liu Qingqing's eyes were moistened, she was really lucky to have such a good husband.

"Boss, why don't you make fried noodles for us!"

"Boss, don't patronize yourself to eat, go to work quickly, everyone is waiting."

"Yeah, we are all waiting!"

"Are you still in business?"

...

Seeing that Ye Rongrong only cared about cooking for himself and sitting down to eat, instead of making fried rice noodles for everyone, the onlookers urged in dissatisfaction.

"Who told you that I am the owner of this stall, and I am also a diner, okay? The boss is there!"

Ye Rongrong pointed to the middle-aged stall owner who was wolfing down fried rice noodles not far away, and said to the people around him.

"Aren't you the boss?"

The onlookers were all stunned by Ye Rongrong's words.

You are not the boss, what kind of noodles are you frying at the stall?

"Have you ever seen a stall dressed like me?"

Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

Now Ye Rongrong is wearing a high-end suit and the attire of a successful person.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a small stall.

"It's really not like it!"

People glanced at Ye Rongrong, and then at the stall owner who was wolfing down not far away, and confirmed that Ye Rongrong was not the stall owner.

After all, Ye Rongrong is now wearing Gucci clothes. If he really set up this fried noodle stall, the money he earns this month will not be enough for the dry cleaning fee of the Gucci clothes.

"Sir, the fried noodles you fried are really delicious, please fry me a portion!"

A young man looked at Ye Rongrong eating fried noodles with relish, and said to Ye Rongrong.

"No time!"

Ye Rongrong said without raising his head.

I don't set up a stall to do fried noodles business, so why make fried noodles for strangers!

"Sir, we give money, double the money, no, five times the money."

The young man said immediately.

"Not interested in!"

Ye Rongrong shook his head and said.

Not to mention five times the money, it's a hundred times the money, Ye Rongrong is too lazy to make fried noodles for them.

"I'll pay a hundred yuan for a fried rice noodle, sir, what do you think?"

A middle-aged man looked at Ye Rongrong and said.

Such tempting fried noodles, as a foodie, if he didn't eat it, the middle-aged man felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

"Not interested, stay away from me, don't hinder us from eating!"

Ye Rongrong said unhappily.

Eating something, surrounded by so many people, that feeling is really uncomfortable!

Seeing that Ye Rongrong really didn't want to make fried rice noodles for everyone, the people had no choice but to leave!

After all, this matter is about what you want and what you want, and they don't set up a stall for business, so they must be rich people by looking at their clothes.

People are not short of the money, and if they don't want to make fried rice noodles, everyone can't do it.

...

Ten minutes later, Ye Rongrong and Liu Qingqing also finished eating!

"Boss, how much is it?"

Ye Rongrong shouted to the stall owner.

"No, no money!"

The stall owner said hurriedly.

Today, the stall owner has seen what is real fried noodles.

That aroma, that taste, really made the stall owner have the urge to bite his tongue.

It is so delicious! (To be continued.)