Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 661-Roll over, Barbecued Pork Tornado Golden Omelette Rice!

"A serving of omelet rice costs NT$88. That's a bit unfair. Do you really think we Shanghainese are easy to fool?"

"This guy has only been famous for a little over a year, right? He's not some sushi sage from Sakura Country who's devoted his entire life to one field. It's just an omurice, why is it so expensive?"

"Is 88 yuan expensive? If you can't afford it, don't eat it. Don't let people really think that we Shanghainese can't afford omurice, okay?"

"Is this a question of whether I can afford the food? I just don't want to be taken advantage of."

The next day, even though people had already started lining up in front of Wang Fan's shop, some people still found it hard to accept.

He still insisted on staying in the team at this moment, simply because he was curious about the many praises of Wang Fan on the Internet. In addition, since he had come here with this buff, he was too lazy to leave halfway.

But I still feel a little unhappy.

It is true that there are many rich people in Shanghai, but no one wants to be taken advantage of. If the 88-yuan omelet rice is not worth the price, they definitely don't mind giving a bad review and complaining about it.

Wang Fan was already standing in front of the stove. In front of him was a whole basin of overnight rice. The crystal clear Wuchang fragrant rice became more compact after a night, and the pure white rice grains had a pearly color.

Rows of sterilized eggs are neatly stacked in bamboo baskets. The light of the oven behind is on, and the mellow and sweet aroma fills the small space.

After checking the time on the oven, Wang Fan decisively turned on the gas stove. A light blue flame rose up, mercilessly licking the shiny iron pot.

"Ding."

With a slight sound, Wang Fan quickly turned around and took out the freshly baked barbecued pork from the oven. He stretched out his left hand and grasped the sharp kitchen knife.

The ruthless iron hand pressed down a corner of the barbecued pork, and as the blade gently slid, the edges and corners of the barbecued pork scattered like bright red petals.

With another stroke, these edges and corners became almost uniform-sized cubes of meat. With another stroke, the 0.8 cm thick barbecued pork pieces were cut.

Putting down the kitchen knife, Wang Fan's left hand turned into a ruthless egg-beating machine, smashing eggs one after another on the edge of the basin, and then one eggshell after another flew into the trash can beside him.

The eggs in the large bowl containing the leftover rice had gathered into a small golden lake. After cracking the last egg into the bowl, Wang Fan picked up a pair of long chopsticks and began to stir it quickly.

The moisture in the overnight rice has evaporated further after a night, and the egg liquid easily wraps around each grain of rice, dyeing the white rice grains into a light golden color.

At this time, a faint green smoke was coming out of the iron pot. Wang Fan picked up the peanut oil in the small basin beside him and poured it into the pot. The rich aroma of peanut oil was quickly released.

Pick up the large basin and pour it into the pot. The golden rice grains fall down and make a slight "sizzling" sound when they land in the iron pot.

All of this sounds complicated, but everything that happened was completed in a flash. How could each action and step be as simple as it is after thousands of trials and tribulations?
Those who could see the situation in the shop had their mouths opened unconsciously. No one had thought that the preparation of an ordinary fried rice could shock them.

Speaking of the egg fried rice shops in the night market, they also fry it in a wild way. However, their movements are fast, but not beautiful. With every movement, the rice grains fly out of the wok like flowers scattered by fairies.

But the one in front of me, even after adding salt to the pot and starting to stir-fry, even though the golden rice grains that looked very heavy had already drawn circles in the pot, not a single grain of rice got out of the track and jumped out of the pot!

"Fuck... I'm just making some fried rice, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

"Elegant, truly elegant! Who has ever seen such a graceful spoon-flipping?"

"But then again, if everyone does this like Boss Wang, there won't be any Pinhao rice left to sell."

"Wow, you're adding diced barbecued pork, carrots, and diced mushrooms while stirring the spoon?"

"I know this trick. It's called 'gold wrapped in silver' in the fried rice world. I'm going to knock it? He even added water to the fried rice? What kind of operation is this?"

"It seems that Yangzhou fried rice also requires adding water. It's not something that ordinary people can handle."

The diners felt like they were not waiting for fried rice, but watching a wonderful food show.

Each step is not only fast and accurate, but also full of the charm of making light of a heavy task.

The pot is already big enough, and with a large bowl of rice on top, most people would have a hard time even lifting it, let alone flipping the wok!

Wang Fan, who was stirring the wok passionately, suddenly stopped, and the big iron pot fell steadily back on the stove.

Wang Fan used an iron spoon to dig around in the middle of the fried rice, and dug a fist-sized hole in the rice.

A small pot of fish-eye onions was poured into the pit, and an iron spoon was used to bury the onions with rice as if they were being buried in the ground.

Pick up the bowl containing peas and chopped green onions, pour the last two ingredients into the pot, grab the iron spoon, and start stir-frying passionately again.

The rice flew into the air, with golden rice grains, emerald green onions and peas, red barbecued pork cubes, black mushroom cubes and orange carrot cubes gathered together. The rich colors were pleasing to the eye, and the strong aroma of the rice made everyone drool.

"Ding ding ding..."

A burst of dense sounds rang out, and the moment Wang Fan put down the pot, three rows of 15 white porcelain plates were placed on the counter in order.

He also had a bowl in his hand. He used an iron spoon to scoop the freshly made golden fried rice into the bowl and pressed it down. Then he turned the bowl upside down, and a hemispherical rice bag was placed on the white porcelain plate.

After all the white porcelain plates are filled, there will be another small frying pan on the light blue stove. After spraying twice with the oil sprayer, the golden egg liquid is scooped out from the bucket. With a slight "sizzling" sound, the golden egg liquid quickly solidifies in the frying pan.

The frying pan is not big, and the bottom is round. The amount of egg liquid is just right, just covering the entire bottom of the pan. The side that touches the bottom of the pan quickly solidifies, and Wang Fan quickly stretches out the long chopsticks in his hand.

With a pinch, a twist, and a rotation, the egg skin like a vortex ripple appears in the pot.

"Wow, you can play with eggs like this?"

"Is this the legendary tornado omelet rice?"

"Damn it! Just from looking at this egg, I knew he was coming for our Magic City."

Di Renjie watched Wang Fan's actions quietly, not saying a word, not even blinking.

Scrambled eggs are not difficult to make, but the egg skin for a perfect omurice is definitely not easy to make.

The most perfect state must be that which is neither cooked nor cooked, seemingly solidified but still flowing slowly. In that perfect state, eating eggs and rice alone is extremely delicious.

Wang Fan was also waiting. The peak heat was fleeting, and even with his ability to control it, he needed to concentrate completely. Now!
Wang Fan quickly raised the hand holding the frying pan, shook it lightly, and then quickly retracted it. The golden egg pancake fell steadily towards the rice bun on the plate.

"Wow! Awesome! This alone is worth 88!"

"Wow, you're the Omurice Immortal, right? This is pure art. I wouldn't approve of this unless it's 288!"

"Is he using the egg pancake as a yangge (a song) silk? He's really playing with it."

"I'm definitely going to spend the 88 yuan today just for this flower. We Shanghai people are always willing to pay for art!"

"Put some grass in the empty space, spread some sauce, and sprinkle some residue..."

This sentence was echoing in Wang Fan's mind at this moment. Listening to advice has always been his strength.

Pick up the bottle of black truffle seasoning, hover it over the omurice and tap it lightly with your finger. Fine black powder falls and lands on the golden tornado egg skin.

At this time, the golden fried rice is covered with egg skin that is neither cooked nor half cooked, and the slightly flowing semi-solidified egg liquid looks shiny and slippery.

Wang Fan scooped a small spoonful from a bubbling pot with his spoon, and the moment it touched the white porcelain plate, he quickly pulled it, and a meaningless but seemingly meaningful curry sauce was left on the plate.

He took out a handful of barbecued pork from the bowl and placed it on the rice. Finally, he took out a small sprig of dark green rosemary and placed it on the omelet rice. The omelet rice that Wang Fan thought was unscrupulous was ready.

At this moment, Di Renjie was a little unsure of what expression he should have on his face. It was really Brother Wang who came up with the idea of ​​combining the classic French plating with omelet rice!

But you know what, although each step feels a bit out of place, after assembling them together, it really feels like this omelet rice suddenly becomes more classy.

The golden omelet has an extremely fine texture, and the thick-cut barbecued pork looks extremely tempting. The strong contrast makes people want to find out more.

"Brother Wang, give me one quickly. I've never eaten barbecued pork and omelet rice like this before."

Di Renjie felt that he didn't want to wait even a second longer at this moment. His taste buds were already eager to taste this extraordinary omelet rice.

Wang Fan pushed the plate aside and said, "It's best to eat it quickly. If it gets cold, it will affect the texture and taste."

After giving a brief explanation, Wang Fan started frying egg pancakes again without waiting for Di Renjie to reply.

One serving of fried rice can make more than ten servings, but egg pancakes must be made one by one. Fortunately, this egg pancake is fried very quickly, otherwise the golden fried rice will have to get cold.

Di Renjie walked out of the shop with the plate in his hand amidst envious gazes. As soon as he walked out of the shop, he held the plate under his nose and took a deep sniff.

He is not an idol, so naturally he does not have any idol baggage. He often goes to restaurants where the average customer spends tens of thousands of yuan, and he can also be often seen at roadside stalls where the price is only ten yuan. He has no problem eating anywhere.

“Suck…ha…”

Di Renjie had the urge to roll his eyes.

A perfect fried egg really does smell like sunshine.

Fragrant, mellow, sunny, and not even a hint of egginess.

The aroma of black truffle should have been very strong, but Wang Fan sprinkled very little on it, and the faint aroma only added a bit of flavor to the eggs.

Di Renjie pointed the camera at the omelet rice and gave it a special look, then said to himself with a very serious expression: "I regret that my camera can't capture the smell. I guess I will never forget the smell of this omelet rice in my life.

Don't be fooled by the black truffles sprinkled on top; it's just a tiny bit of powder. I estimate it cost less than a dollar at most. The flavor isn't overpowering at all, and it doesn't steal the flavor of the eggs at all. This omurice is worth half its price just for the aroma."

He wasn't live streaming, so naturally no netizens would reply to him, but the diners queuing around him were listening intently. After hearing his high evaluation, they couldn't help but look forward to the omelet rice a little more.

After all, the person who was so honest that he caused a store to close down due to a video still has a very good reputation, and everyone is willing to believe him.

Di Renjie couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and put it on the omelet, but he couldn't bear to dig in. The whirlwind shape was so unique that he was reluctant to start.

But in the end, appetite prevailed, and after a sigh, the spoon was pressed down without hesitation.

He put a small piece of omelet and a spoonful of barbecued pork fried rice into his mouth. The rich aroma made him unable to help but savor it carefully.

Smooth, fragrant and warm.

The ultimate control of the heat ensures that the egg on the top layer does not have the texture of egg stringiness, but is extremely tender and smooth. The warm touch is simply intoxicating to the taste buds.

With a light bite, you can taste the distinct rice grains wrapped in golden egg liquid. The rich egg aroma and slightly burnt aroma bring out the fragrance of the rice very clearly. It is soft yet elastic when you put it in your mouth.

The rich aroma of onions was somewhere between raw and cooked, with the rich fragrance of cooked onions mixed with the freshness of raw onions. Di Renjie knew that this was exactly the result of Wang Fan burying the onions in the rice pit.

As you chew, your teeth can clearly feel an amazing elasticity.

The perfect sweet and salty ratio, the juicy and chewy texture, and the aroma of oil blooming on the tip of the tongue give the whole mouthful of omelet rice a rich and satisfying feeling.

Continue chewing, the chopped green onions bring a refreshing spicy fragrance, making the satisfaction even more intense.

The omelet rice slid down his throat, and the aroma of egg, rice and the aftertaste of barbecued pork still lingered in his mouth. The sweetness of barbecued pork and the fragrance of rice formed a wonderful balance on the tip of his tongue, with distinct layers and a long aftertaste, which made Di Renjie scoop another big spoonful into his mouth without hesitation.

"Ding ding ding..."

The collision of the white porcelain spoon and the white porcelain plate was very crisp, and the dense sound was enough to hear the owner's eagerness. Looking at Di Renjie being sucked in by the storm, the diners around him had already widened their eyes in surprise.

Is this the same Di Renjie who complained with dissatisfaction that the food in the top restaurant was not tasty?
"The way he eats makes me really doubt whether he accepted the top-up from Boss Wang."

"If he had accepted top-ups, that grilled fish restaurant wouldn't have closed, and those big restaurants he criticized wouldn't still be online today."

"But there's really no other explanation for his appearance as a starving ghost reincarnated."

"No, there's another reason."

Lao Ding took a deep sip of the omelet rice he had brought out and said with certainty, "That's the omelet rice. It's really delicious!"

(End of this chapter)