The Almighty King of Urban Entertainment

When I went out to see, sure enough, Huang Lei was making breakfast.

"Mr. Huang, you got up so early?" Chu Feng asked in surprise, Huang Lei couldn't get up before.

"I always ask you to cook breakfast, I'm sorry." Huang Lei laughed.

"What's the matter? I'm young, so I should do more." Chu Feng waved his hand indifferently.

"You are wrong to say that! We are all members of the Mushroom House, and the labor should be shared by everyone. Since Jiong doesn't know how to breakfast, it will naturally fall on me and you. You have worked for so many days in a row, and you should It's my turn." Huang Lei said.

Chu Feng smiled, and when he was about to say something, Xiao Qi'er came back from the bathroom.

"Brother, I'm done washing, you can go." Wei Qier looked up at Chu Feng and said.

"Mr. Huang, have you washed?" Chu Feng asked.

"Not yet, but I still have to look at the breakfast, you go first." Huang Lei said.

"How about I help you watch, you go first?"

"No, I told you that I will be in charge of today's breakfast, how can I ask you to help, hurry up, and breakfast should be ready after you wash up later." Huang Lei rejected Chu Feng's proposal.

"Ok."

......

After Chu Feng finished washing.

"Xiao Feng, little apple, come and taste it." Huang Lei waved to Chu Feng who walked out of the room and Qu Qier who was standing beside him.

"Breakfast ready?" Chu Feng asked.

"Yeah." Huang Lei nodded.

Later, Huang Lei wrapped the fritters in a paper towel and handed one to Chu Feng and Wei Qier respectively.

Youtiao is an ancient Chinese noodle dish. It is a long and hollow fried food with a crispy and tough taste. It tastes delicious and attractive. It is one of the traditional Chinese breakfasts.

"Be careful it's hot." When Chu Feng saw Qu Qi'er opened her mouth wide to bite, he quickly stopped her.

"Don't be so anxious, no one will snatch it from you." Chu Feng said.

"En." Wei Qier nodded obediently, and then took a small bite.

"Hee hee~ Luckily, brother, you stopped me!" Wei Qier couldn't help saying to Chu Feng after eating the fritters and feeling the heat of the fried dough sticks.

Chu Feng smiled, and began to eat his breakfast.

"How does it taste?" Huang Lei asked expectantly.

"Delicious." Chu Feng nodded and replied.

Huang Lei was not complacent, but continued to ask: "How much flavor has been lost?"

"Well... at least 30.00%." ​​Chu Feng hesitated for a while, but still told the truth.

"So much? What went wrong?" Huang Lei began to recall the cooking process just now.

"The fire temperature is too high, moreover, it takes too long to cook at low temperature." Chu Feng said and walked to Huang Lei's side.

"Then is there any way to get back the lost taste?" Huang Lei asked...

"It's impossible to take back all of them, but we can take back about 15.00%." ​​Chu Feng summed up at least five methods based on the experience in his mind.

"Then can you teach me?" Although Huang Lei was older than Chu Feng, he looked like a student facing a teacher at this moment.

"Mr. Huang, go brush your teeth first, it won't be too late to teach you later." Chu Feng smiled.

"it is good."

......

After 2 minutes, Huang Lei walked back.

"If you want to know the method, you must first learn to 'taste'." Chu Feng picked up a fried dough stick that Huang Lei made before and handed it to Huang Lei.

"Okay." Huang Lei didn't delay, took it and tasted it.

"I processed this just now, you can try this again." Chu Feng took one processed by himself and handed it to Huang Lei.

"Mmm... the taste has become much stronger!" After taking a sip, Huang Lei had to admit that the ones he made were indeed inferior to those processed by Chu Feng.

"Taste carefully to see the difference between the two." Chu Feng said again.

"it is good."

While Huang Lei was meditating, He Jiong and the others came out of the room one after another.

"Is the breakfast in 2.1 today fried dough sticks?" He Jiong asked.

"Yes." Chu Feng nodded and replied.

"Hey, is Teacher Huang here?" When Zhang Er saw Huang Lei holding a fried dough stick and closing his eyes, he couldn't help wondering what happened to him.

"Shh, Uncle Huang is thinking!" Wei Qi'er reminded like a little adult, putting his finger in front of his mouth.

"Thinking?" Zhang Liangying was surprised by the words Ji Qier used, thinking after breakfast?

"Are you thinking about fried dough sticks?" After all, He Jiong and Chu Feng had been together for a long time, so he knew that the only thing Huang Lei could think about was food.