Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 348 - 324: The Best Fried Rice Is Devoured Hungrily
If this elder is also a notable figure in the culinary world, then he would be quite disappointed with Huaiyang Cuisine.
Because from the way he behaves, it’s like he’s almost not thinking at all when cooking.
But that’s understandable.
The overall knowledge level in the chef profession is quite low; it seems there are no universities offering majors specifically on how to make food taste better!
That sounds a bit absurd.
So, these chefs with not so high knowledge levels, they basically do as their masters teach them. Any rare innovations they make are mostly just adding this seasoning, or reducing that one, with almost no further innovations in techniques or skills.
But since he asked, Chen Mo answered sincerely without reservation.
"Doesn’t Yangzhou Fried Rice also use broth?"
Qin Zhenhai was taken aback, "Yes, adding broth is quite normal."
"Exactly, I use broth too."
Qin Zhenhai couldn’t react for a moment, trying hard to recall all the skilled fried rice chefs he knows, and almost without exception, they all add chicken broth during the initial frying stage.
And then after allowing the broth to evaporate slowly, they add rice again for frying. He hadn’t seen anyone add broth while tossing the rice in the pan.
Chen Mo finished his third pan-tossing, the black spatula clanged against the black pan, "I just think fried rice should be fried. Adding a lot of broth makes the rice look unappealing when it soaks in, so letting the chicken broth evaporate quickly to cover the rice achieves the same result."
This is pure nonsense? That was Qin Zhenhai’s first thought, but since that’s what the other person said, whether true or not, there’s no point in asking further.
However, Qin Zhenhai still had one last doubt on his mind.
Why did this fried rice have a slightly crispy exterior but a soft and glutinous interior, and every bite was bursting with rich chicken broth flavor? This effect couldn’t possibly be achieved by just evaporation.
But he didn’t ask further.
He had already asked too much. If it were in a restaurant outside, asking such questions might have already gotten him kicked out of the kitchen.
Three plates of fried rice were placed there together, Yu Hongtao grinned widely, took two plates to the table, and started eating with gusto.
Initially, Yu Hongtao was using a spoon to scoop the rice into his mouth, but later found it wasn’t satisfying enough, so he directly lifted the bowl to his mouth, shoveling spoonfuls in!
Gao Hao and several colleagues were dumbfounded watching on the side, thinking this guy eats too...
"Hey there, Elder Qin, take it slow." Gao Hao turned around and saw Qin Zhenhai was also shoveling the food into his mouth without a care, and quickly handed him a bottle of water.
That last mouthful indeed fell short, and now with a bowl of rice in hand, Qin Zhenhai truly realized the worth of this fried rice!
Eat vigorously.
Yes, only by eating heartily can one fully appreciate that crisp sensation of every bite, clearly giving the impression that this is fried rice.
But as long as you bite into it, the fragrance of chicken broth flows out generously, as if for free, and if you eat enough and with gusto, you might vaguely perceive that the chicken broth is wrapped by the rice grains?
Of course, this idea only flashed in Qin Zhenhai’s mind for a moment. Thinking more about it, it’s just not realistic.
Could it be that someone’s so idle they’d inject chicken broth into rice grains with a syringe?
Yu Hongtao and Qin Zhenhai were devouring the fried rice, bowls in hand.
Gao Hao, Zhang Huixiang, and their party of eight initially found it amusing, but as they watched, their mouths became increasingly dry.
Everyone started uncontrollably licking their lips.
"Hey there," Zhang Huixiang said, "this concerns our bureau’s reputation! It must be taken seriously, I have to try it too, to see what’s up with this fried rice."
"Boss, one more fried rice please, and a Lion’s Head."
Gao Hao rubbed the back of his head, thinking Director Zhang, why do you need a Lion’s Head on top too just to have a taste?
But recalling how he had spent a month’s salary for a treat yesterday, Gao Hao angrily tugged Zhang Huixiang’s sleeve, "No, Director Zhang, you can’t have it all to yourself."
Zhang Huixiang turned, looking serious, glanced at his superior, and righteously brushed off Gao Hao’s hand.
"Comrade, please mind your language, I’m working here, how could this be called hoarding food?"
Darn!
Gao Hao really wanted to jump up and punch him!
Meanwhile, Wang Haoyang, the leader from the cultural tourism department, looked at these two jokers, shaking his head in exasperation, "Alright, stop bickering. Let’s trouble this young boss to give us each a fried rice and a Lion’s Head."
Earlier, Elder Qin had already treated everyone to Lion’s Head.
This braised Lion’s Head, dipped in vinegar, was a first-time delight for everyone; its flavor needs no further elaboration. Without debating how the fried rice was, hearing they could have another Lion’s Head, Zhang Huixiang’s office colleagues secretly rejoiced.
After speaking, Wang Haoyang quickly waved his hand, "Pay for your own, okay? My salary isn’t enough to treat you all to this."
He secretly grumbled inside.
Thinking that although what this young boss sells is undeniably tasty, it’s really expensive!
A portion of fried rice is 188 Yuan, and only Elder Qin with his status can eat so freely. For people like them in the common wage-earning class, eating just one portion feels like a real luxury. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Adding a Lion’s Head to that, such a simple combo directly costs nearly three hundred Yuan.
Three hundred per person!
