The people who ride in my car are all bigwigs in the industry

Chapter 119, Chef's Level
Prickly...prickly... Lao Shao directly put the chopped minced meat into the pan, and when the minced meat came into contact with the oil, it immediately exuded the unique sizzling aroma of the meat.

"Uncle, the meat you cook is delicious." Attracted by the aroma, several children came over to watch Lao Shao cook.These lean meats are so finely chopped, they must be very tender when fried, not to mention children, even Hu Wenjun's mouth is watering.

"It's delicious, Uncle's cooking is not only delicious, but also fun." After saying that, Lao Shao just flicked his wrist, and all the minced meat in the pan was thrown into the air, and then fell back into the pan in an instant.Lao Shao kept shaking the pot in this way, so that every diced meat was completely scattered, and did not stick together like the diced meat fried in ordinary families.The whole series of actions even makes people feel the interest of juggling.

The diced meat spread out in the air, and Hu Wenjun clearly saw that each diced meat was almost equal in size, and each diced meat was perfectly coated with a layer of oil.Those meat grains follow a nearly circular trajectory like a swarm of bees flying in formation, rising and falling back and forth between the commanding heights in mid-air and the frying pan. Could it be that this is the level of a master?

"Old Shao, you really have the style of a chef. You just finished chopping the meat, and you still have so much strength to shake the pot, and you still use one hand." Lao Shao's posture is a discerning person who can see Lian Jiazi, so Hu Wenjun half It's a compliment, and the other half will further inquire about Lao Shao's cooking level.

"Tired? Are you kidding me? Can you get tired after just doing this for a while? Since I was 12 years old, I have been chopping pork belly with both hands for an hour every morning. Every night when the stove is turned off, I am alone. The wok was much heavier than this small pan, and it took another hour. It took ten years for my old man to tell me to stop. Old Shao said as he scooped out the stir-fried diced meat and put it on a plate.

Lao Shao's words revealed that the Shao family's strict cooking training, but also faintly revealed their confidence and pride in their solid basic skills.

Hu Wenjun glanced at the diced meat on several plates, there was a little bit of redness, Lao Shao only fried it to half-cooked, and this method is usually prepared to continue to stir-fry with other side dishes Dry.Looking at the electric rice cookers over there, as if they were cooking, Hu Wenjun speculated and asked: "Old Shao, it's only half-cooked. This is to wait for the rice to boil before cracking a few eggs to mix with this." Can you make egg fried rice with diced meat?"

Old Shao glanced at Hu Wenjun, chuckled and said, "Oh, little Hu, it seems that the food at home is not good at all. This diced meat is intended to be a side dish, and it will indeed be mainly rice for a while. You It’s okay to guess the direction. But Xiao Hu, the fried rice should be fried with overnight rice, and the freshly cooked rice can’t be fried well. Besides, how many bowls of rice can be fried with that little rice...”

"Uh, it's not fried rice, so what else could it be?" Hu Wenjun scratched his scalp.

"You'll know when you come over and have a look." Lao Shao dragged Hu Wenjun to the big rice cookers, and Lao Shao turned on one of the rice cookers.The aroma of the rice wafted out, and the inside of the rice cooker was white, and it was still bubbling.

Hu Wenjun looked up at the smiling old Shao. At this moment, he was holding two preserved eggs in his hands like a plate of walnuts. Hu Wenjun suddenly realized: "There is you, Lao Shao, you are trying to make preserved eggs Meat porridge!"

Hu Wenjun couldn’t help but lament that the chef’s thinking is thoughtful. If this rice is cooked, it is only enough for ten people, but if it is used for porridge, although it can only be eaten half full, at least it can be eaten by more people superior.

At this time, Lao Shao skillfully peeled off the shell of the preserved egg and prepared to cut the preserved egg into cubes.Ready to add the final garnishes and seasonings to the porridge.

"Dad, let you hug the quilt? Why do you still have time to show off your cooking skills..." Just as Shao Jie approached and prepared to ask the teacher, Hu Wenjun pulled Xiao Shao aside again.

"Your dad is not showing off his cooking skills. Look at the people around you, injured or not, how hungry they are. If you don't eat something, they will collapse." Hu Wenjun was worried. Shao Jie misunderstood his father and hurriedly explained to Shao Jie. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and asked him to see the current time.

Gulu... Gulu... Hu Wenjun and Shao Jie stood together, and the stomach of the two didn't know which one rang.

"Damn, I'm too busy, it's so late." Shao Jie rubbed his stomach subconsciously.

"Yeah, look at the old and the young, and the injured around here, if you don't put a little stuff down, something will happen." Hu Wenjun said, pointing to the old people and children around.

This scene can really be described by the words "old, weak, sick and disabled". Shao Jie bent down to check the conditions of the elderly people around him, and said with certainty: "Brother Hu, you are right, these old people have Low blood sugar, you have to eat something quickly, preferably hot food."

"Oh, that's right, so I recruited your old man to cook. Hurry up and put aside what you are doing, and help organize everyone to have a meal first." Hu Wenjun explained smoothly.

"Brother Hu, when it comes to cooking, then you have found the right person. My old man can't do anything, so he can cook."

Lao Shao sprinkled the diced preserved eggs and diced meat, and sprinkled a handful of shallots along the way, and then put half a handful of salt in several rice cookers for cooking porridge, and then yelled in a tin opera voice: "The delicious preserved eggs are thin. Meat porridge wow... let's have a bowl of hot porridge to warm your stomach first!"

Probably because they were really hungry and panicked, many people heard that there was hot porridge to drink, and there was indeed a smell of food, so they gathered together one after another.Seeing this scene, Hu Wenjun and Shao Jie hurriedly organized the big guys to line up to get the porridge one by one, so as not to cause chaos on the scene.

"Everyone, don't crowd, don't crowd, my dad is a chef in a star-rated restaurant, and he cooks for a lot of people, so everyone will have something to eat, and the big guy won't be hungry." Shao Jie assured everyone, Maintain order, which makes everyone "obediently" line up to get the porridge.

In line with the principle of giving priority to the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, the preserved egg and lean meat porridge from a few rice cookers is given priority to the elderly, children, and the wounded.Although three rice cookers were cooked, the preserved egg and lean pork porridge was quickly divided up, and there was nothing left.At this moment, there are at least 20 volunteers who haven't eaten yet.Including Hu Wenjun, Shao Jie and Liu Xin.

Shao Jie looked at some preserved eggs and diced meat left on the chopping board, and went to look through the rice bucket, only a few grains of rice were left, so Shao Jie pulled the corner of Shao Wen's clothes and said, "Dad, no The rice is gone...there are still dozens of brothers who haven't eaten."

Shao Wen looked back at Shao Jie, and said with a smile: "How can I look at you, a handsome little genius doctor, my father has already left behind."

Shao Wen said as he walked towards a large pot that was still simmering on the low heat of the induction cooker.Shao Jie couldn't wait to open the lid of the pot. It was full of tofu, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Fuck, tofu soup?"

"There are still a few pieces of tofu and a few eggs, which must be used, but it's a pity that there are no dried shrimps and bean dregs cakes." Shao Wen explained with a smile, and poured the beaten eggs directly into the pot, and then Sprinkle in the last diced meat and preserved eggs and put a little salt.

"It's delicious tofu soup, come here if you haven't eaten later, and come if you are not full."

For Hu Wenjun, who was born in the south of the Yangtze River, tofu soup is a rare and common Jiangnan snack. It can be said that he has had countless tofu soups since he was a child, but this time the tofu soup is undoubtedly the most memorable...

　This is a timed chapter, which was passed before entering the experimental field in the morning, thank you everyone.As usual, two updates will resume on Monday.

　　I also thank the new book friend Xiao Miao Wudi for voting for me.Thanks again to G, who has been voting for me, smiling G, rushing into the army, red iron fist.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)