The Spirit of Gourmet

Chapter 12 Memories of Egg Fried Rice
"Kitchen helper...let's take a look."

"Recruiting chefs...must be official Royal Spirit Chefs..."

"Tsk!"

Sitting on the sofa at home, Qin Lang looked at the recruitment information he searched on his mobile phone and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

It's a bit difficult to make a lot of money in a short period of time.

Because most of the good chefs in this world are Royal Spirit Chefs, restaurants have certain requirements for recruiting chefs.

If you are not a Royal Spirit Chef, the only position you can apply for is a kitchen helper.

However, this kind of work does not require much technical skills and the income is not very high. Besides, Qin Lang was a first-class chef in his previous life, so it is a bit unreasonable for him to go and help other chefs.

"Sure enough, I still have to start with the chef." Qin Lang showed a thoughtful look, "Although I'm not a Royal Spirit Chef yet, as long as I can be given a chance to taste the dishes, my cooking skills should be enough to impress the restaurant owner."

"But this time is not appropriate." He raised his head and glanced at the wall clock. It was already dinner time.

Mealtime is always the busiest time in any restaurant, so it is impossible to find time for an interview. I can only try after mealtime.

Speaking of mealtime, Qin Lang couldn't help but touch his stomach and felt hungry.

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

Qin Lang stood up and walked to the food refrigerator, and began to think about what to eat for dinner.

"I cooked too much rice at noon and there are some leftovers."

"You can make egg fried rice."

"There's still quite a bit of beef left..." Qin Lang suddenly remembered that he only had a three-digit balance left, and sighed, "Forget it, I'll keep it for now."

“Until you earn enough money to buy food, you have to save on food.”

That piece of beef was the best food he had at the moment. If he saved it a little, he could eat it for a few more days.

"An egg fried rice is enough."

As he spoke, Qin Lang took out the leftovers from lunch from the pot, and then took out two eggs from the refrigerator.

These eggs were sold by the lady who was selling potatoes in the market. She said they were eggs laid by her own chickens.

Qin Lang skillfully separated the egg whites and yolks of two eggs. Looking at the bright orange-red yolks, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The quality of this egg was better than he had imagined.

Heat oil in a pan, add egg whites and stir-fry until fluffy, then set aside.

Add egg yolk to the leftover rice, mix well, then put it into the pan and stir-fry until each grain is distinct. Then add the fried egg white and stir-fry together.

Qin Lang was slightly distracted as he watched the tender white egg white and the golden rice covered with egg yolk intertwined in the pot.

"Old man..."

Perhaps it was because he mentioned his master in the previous life when talking with Zhou Qing in the afternoon. At this moment, while stir-frying fried rice, he thought of the other party again.

This was the first dish his master taught him.

Egg fried rice is a very common dish, but it requires a certain degree of cooking control.

For Qin Lang during his apprenticeship, fried rice with egg was not only his practice content, but also his working meal.

Whether it tastes good or not, the chef cannot waste ingredients.

This is what the master taught him.

Even after his master passed away and Qin Lang worked hard to become a first-class chef, he still kept every word of his master's teachings in mind.

But, we can never see each other again.

With a look of nostalgia in his eyes, Qin Lang's movements remained steady, as if this egg fried rice was already ingrained in him. He added a pinch of salt to season, sprinkled a few chopped green onions on the egg fried rice, and shook the wok vigorously to quickly mix the chopped green onions with the egg fried rice.

Wrapped in the heat released by the rice and fried egg white, the fresh onion fragrance of the chopped green onions is instantly activated.

Immersed in his memories, Qin Lang did not notice that the Tianshu Star Vein located on the top of his forehead had been flashing with a very faint light.

After the stir-fry was finished, Qin Lang shook the wok and with a spatula, the finely chopped egg fried rice in the wok flew onto the plate without a single grain falling to the ground.

The rich and mellow aroma of eggs has already filled the entire kitchen during the stir-frying process. Each grain of egg fried rice is covered with golden egg liquid. Each grain is distinct and visibly soft.

The tender green onions not only make the egg fried rice more vivid, but the onion fragrance stimulated by the heat is also intertwined with the aroma of the egg fried rice, giving this mellow aroma a lighter texture.

The next moment, Qin Lang's Tianshu Star Vein burst out with brilliant light.

He felt a burning sensation on his forehead and an unprecedented feeling of weakness that instantly overwhelmed him, causing his vision to go dark and he fainted instantly.
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"its not right…"

"Why haven't you..."

Zhao Chuan walked back and forth in his kitchen with his hands behind his back. His nostrils twitched from time to time as he carefully identified the smell in the air. Then he frowned, with a look of anticipation and anxiety in his eyes.

"What nonsense?" Liu Suyun, who was cooking, picked up the spatula and pointed it at Zhao Chuan, "You old fool, if you don't want to help, get out!"

Before preparing dinner, Zhao Chuan offered to help her cook for the first time. She thought that the old man had come to his senses after being scolded twice today.

Now it seems that I have to scold him again.

"Go, go, go!" Zhao Chuan shrank his head, smiled ingratiatingly at his wife, and quickly walked to the sink. "I need to wash this cabbage, right?"

As he said that, he grabbed the cabbage and quickly began to wash it.

After washing the vegetables for a few times, Liu Suyun's shouting rang out again in the kitchen, "Old man, you've almost washed all the leaves off!"

"Put down the food! Stay still!"

"Don't be so fierce..." Zhao Chuan put down the dish in his hand awkwardly and suddenly sniffed.

A strange fragrance wafting from nowhere made his eyes shine.

This scent...

Could it be...

He suddenly rushed to the kitchen window, stuck his head out through the window, followed the smell to look at the window of the kitchen next door, and chuckled.

"I'm coming!"

Qin Lang started cooking again!

The taste of the soup at lunch had completely aroused Zhao Chuan's appetite. He sneaked into the kitchen during dinner just to be the first to smell the fragrance when Qin Lang was cooking dinner.

Greedily sniffing the mixed aroma of eggs, rice and onions in the air, Zhao Chuan had no doubt that the dinner made by Qin Lang was also delicious!

"Get out of the kitchen, old man!"

Liu Suyun's voice became a little louder.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away." Zhao Chuan rushed out of the kitchen quickly, then tiptoed to open the door and slipped out, his eyes rolling.

At noon, he went to Qin Lang under the pretext of repairing old furniture, but due to an accident he was unable to complete the repair of the furniture.

He could use this as an excuse to come again in the evening.

Qin Lang is a very polite boy. Now that it is dinner time, he will definitely take the initiative to invite me to stay and eat with him.

In this way, I can stay and eat for free!
He's back with a vengeance, and this time he wants more than just soup!

He wants to take back everything that belongs to him and eat the food cooked by Qin Lang!
(End of this chapter)