Chapter 23 The God of Fried Rice!
Watching Xiaoqian eat three bowls of fried rice, others more or less ate more than two portions.
Feifei rubbed her bloated stomach regretfully, regretting for the first time that she had a small appetite.
However, she packed an extra portion before leaving.
I thought I was going home tonight so I could bring it to my dad to eat.
Saying goodbye to Xiaoqian and others, Feifei took a taxi home.
Her home is in an old villa area in Yanjing.
From the outside, it looks like a beautiful park with birds singing and flowers fragrant.
After finding the secret door and entering, you can see the villas scattered among the greenery.
Only those who know the business know that the people who live here are truly either rich or noble, and the housing in the community will not even circulate on the market.
Feifei is the only daughter in the family and has always had a good relationship with her parents.
So when she entered the door, she heard the nanny aunt say that her father was in the tea room on the second floor, and she ran over without even thinking.
I was still holding a hot lunch box in my hand. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first:
"Dad! I ate an egg fried rice at the night market next to the school tonight. It was definitely the best. The best I've ever had... Ah! Uncle Zhu!"
Seeing the middle-aged uncle in his 60s opposite her father, Feifei quickly calmed down and regained her elegant ladylike attitude.
Feifei was deeply impressed by this uncle named Zhu Jin.
Because in addition to being a low-key and introverted super-rich man, the other party is also a famous gourmet, the former editor-in-chief of the authoritative food magazine "Fine Food", and one of the judges of the current Gourmet List and Celebrity Chef List!
Thanks to this uncle, Feifei has seen a lot of delicious food since she was a child, and she respects and admires him in her heart.
Zhu Jin watched Feifei grow up and was also close to his niece.
So when he saw her, he joked:
"Ouch, are you bringing supper for your dad?"
Feifei nodded, and generously handed the fried rice out:
"Here, it's hot. If Uncle Zhu doesn't mind it, Let’s eat together?”
Zhu Jin agreed immediately.
When Feifei left, her father shook his head helplessly, opened the lunch box and said:
"This girl has such a temper, don't take it to heart. By the way, I know you are naughty, Lao Zhu, so you don't have to force me if you don't want to eat."
"Are you deliberately showing off your good daughter to me? Okay, since it's Feifei I want it no matter what..."
Zhu Jin's words instantly got stuck in his throat.
He opened his eyes wide in shock.
Then, regardless of the image, he lay down and took a deep breath into the lunch box!
Feifei's father was stunned when he saw it:
"Old, Old Zhu, this rice is very fragrant, but you don't have to... like this?"
Zhu Jin shook his head in intoxication, his eyes trembled. Qi Jingguang:
“You don’t understand! This bowl of fried rice is not just delicious!”
“Isn’t it just a bowl of egg fried rice?”
Zhu Jin stared at his old friend with hatred:
"What a layman! 'Isn't it just a bowl of egg fried rice'? Do you know that egg fried rice is the test of a chef's skills? The simpler it is, the more difficult it is! Tang Lusun came from a well-known family, and his family was very particular about clothes and food. He had to pass three tests to recruit a private chef, and the last test was egg fried rice! "
Feifei's father was dumbfounded when he heard this.
He is a self-made man with little background in his ancestors.
Because of his love for food, he accidentally became friends with Zhu Jin, who was born in a scholarly family.
He usually liked to listen to Zhu Jin's talk about food and drink, but now he was even more interested:
"How come the fried rice Feifei bought casually has such a big origin? Lao Zhu, please tell me more!"
br>Zhu Jin took the trouble to take apart the disposable chopsticks skillfully and fiddled with the rice grains:
“Look, even though some time has passed, the fried rice grains are still distinct and not stuck together, and they are all covered with egg liquid. The rice grains are shaped like broken gold and shaped like pearls... I will do another experiment!"
Zhu Jin took out a napkin and sprinkled the fried rice grains evenly on the paper.
After he shook off the rice grains, he looked at the tissue again -
The little oil spots were smudged out, and they were all the same size!
Feifei's dad: "Wow!"
Zhu Jin was even more excited than him: "This is even more powerful than I imagined! The mastery of fire is absolutely superb!"< br>
As he said that, he quickly took a bite.
The expression on his face changed again, this time it was solemn.
Feifei's father was slightly surprised:
"What? It doesn't taste good?"
Zhu Jin shook his head and said solemnly:
"No, it's so delicious! It's incredible! Do you know how I feel when I eat it? The chef actually even considered the ratio of egg flavor to green onion flavor, and the impact on the taste of the fried rice after cooling... these are all taken into consideration! This skill alone is enough to rank among the top 30 celebrity chefs!”
Feifei’s father was so shocked that his eyes almost fell out:
“Is that an exaggeration?”
The celebrity chef list, like the delicacies list, is an authoritative list in the Chinese food industry.
The former is about chefs, and the latter is about famous restaurants.
The celebrity chef list includes all the famous Chinese chefs who are still alive, including even national treasure-level cooking masters who have retired!
So Zhu Jin’s evaluation couldn’t be higher!
Zhu Jin couldn't sit still:
"No, I have to ask Feifei, where did you buy this fried rice...Hey!"
Feifei's father stopped. ：
"It won't taste good if it's cold."
"You can't eat it alone!"
"No, didn't my daughter buy this for me?"
" Feifei let me eat together!”
“…”
——Before good food, there were no friends.
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That night.
Zhu Jin posted a new piece of content on his personal V blog, with a picture of an empty lunch box.
It was obvious that he was very excited and he wrote hundreds of words of professional evaluation, all praising this bowl of fried rice.
He even exaggerated to the point of using four words at the end of the review -
The God of Fried Rice!
As a great gourmet, Zhu Jin previously served as a consultant for a national-level food documentary.
To date, his account has hundreds of thousands of fans.
They are not fake fans or zombie fans you bought, but real live fans.
As soon as this review came out, it received widespread attention:
[The God of Fried Rice? What an exaggeration! Tell me how much you charged! 】
【If you know who Zhu Jin is, you won't be able to say such a thing. /smile/]
[How long has it been since Mr. Zhu praised a dish like this? Very curious about the taste. 】
【Unethical Mr. Zhu, the review does not include the store address! 】
[Didn’t Mr. Zhu talk about the night market? 】
【Am I the only one who looks familiar to this lunch box? 】
……
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It was also that night.
Yang Nick briefly edited the live broadcast footage and uploaded it to the accounts on each platform.
The number of views is increasing rapidly, and the influence is expanding.
Finally, someone compared Yang Nick’s and Zhu Jin’s egg fried rice together and found that the two lunch boxes were surprisingly similar.
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It was still that night.
A viewer who had watched Nanzhi's live broadcast in "Cub Observation Diary" was scurrying around the Internet and finally came across Zhu Jin's V blog and Yang Nick's video.
This person happened to know Zhu Jin and Nick Yang, and he left a message:
[Isn’t this the fried rice that Nan Zhi sells in the variety show? It turns out that sneaky guy is really Yang Nick! I thought I was dazzled! 】
The inspiration for "looking oily on paper towels" comes from movies, so don't go into details.
(End of this chapter)