Chapter 1062 Fried Rice

"Why hasn't the food come yet?" Jin Ming sat there for about thirty seconds, then looked up at Zhou Jia.

Jin Ming felt doubly tormented by the feeling of being unable to eat the delicious bamboo tube rice in front of him.

"Isn't there an untouched portion? You can finish the eaten portion first." Ling Hong on the side said clearly.

"You just said you would make a special meal, and I ordered an extra dish." Jin Ming looked at Ling Hong angrily.

"Yes, is it rare that you can't eat?" Ling Hong asked in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Haha." Jin Ming looked at Ling Hong, sneered and said nothing.

"Boss Yuan's food does not mean that he can't eat it. Anyway, I can finish every dish." Wu Hai, who had just finished a plate of dishes, suddenly said.

"Yes, you don't need to wait for the food. You can eat it on your own anyway." Before Ling Hong had time to speak, Jin Ming reacted immediately.

"Well, it's delicious." After reacting, Jin Ming directly picked up the chopsticks and continued eating, eating the bamboo rice in his mouth, savoring the aroma of the white rice.

"You reacted so quickly?" Ling Hong shrugged and stopped teasing Jin Ming.

On the other side, Zhou Jia took the tray to serve the food again. This time, the fried rice ordered by Mr. Liu arrived.

The fried rice is placed in a white porcelain bowl, which looks like the kind of bowl you use to eat at home, which is very ordinary. On the other side is a glass of boiling water.

This glass looks slightly different. The heat coming out of it can clearly be seen as boiling water, but Zhou Jia can easily pick up the glass and put it in front of Mr. Liu.

I think this glass should have a heat-insulating effect.

"I really miss it." Mr. Liu didn't pay attention to this. He just looked at the fried rice in front of him and sighed softly.

"Grandpa, can you really eat this? Will it be indigestible?" Liu Jian'an was very worried about this problem.

"Go away, I've chewed raw rice, let alone this fried one." Mr. Liu glared at his grandson angrily.

"You were young then, but now you have dentures." Liu Jian'an muttered.

"What are you talking about, grandson?" Mr. Liu said dissatisfied.

"It's okay. I said you'll be strong as time goes on." Liu Jian'an immediately changed his tune.

"That's natural. It's much better than a weakling like you who hasn't exercised." Mr. Liu looked down on Liu Jianan's figure and said with disdain.

"Grandpa, you attacked me personally." Liu Jianan said aggrievedly.

"Gungungun, what do you look like as a grown man? Stop talking and disturb me while I'm eating." Mr. Liu said without any refutation, and then continued to stare at his fried rice.

The fried rice in front of you is in the shape of long grains, each grain is golden yellow, and each side is fried just right. It smells of both the rice grains and the burnt aroma after frying.

Mr. Liu scooped up a spoonful directly.

"Sala" rice grains make a slight sound when they come into contact with a hard spoon.

"Grandpa, don't chew it directly, you have dentures." Just when Mr. Liu was about to feed it directly into his mouth, Liu Jian'an became anxious and said immediately.

"I'll eat less, it's not like I can't chew more." Mr. Liu was startled by Liu Jian'an's voice, and immediately looked at Liu Jian'an dissatisfied.

"Fortunately, this is not my son, otherwise he would have to be beaten to death." Mr. Liu's eyes revealed this meaning.

"No, grandpa, this fried rice looks hard. You'd better soak it in boiling water and eat it." Liu Jian'an pointed to the water cup on the side.

"If you want to say more, I'll just listen." Liu Jian'an said angrily.

"Oh, then you can't just chew it while I'm not paying attention." Liu Jian'an nodded, but still looked at Mr. Liu with a blink of an eye.

"Am I that kind of person?" Mr. Liu stared.

"Yes." Liu Jianan nodded matter-of-factly.

However, the moment Liu Jian'an nodded and lowered his head, Mr. Liu stuffed the fried rice into the spoon with lightning speed and ate it directly.

"Grandpa!" Liu Jianan stared at Mr. Liu loudly and dissatisfied.

"A soldier never tires of deceit." Mr. Liu was very proud.

Then start chewing the fried rice in your mouth.

"I'm really convinced." Liu Jianan was helpless.

At this time, Mr. Liu was chewing fried rice seriously and had no time to care about his silly grandson.

The fried rice was actually not as chewy as Liu Jian'an thought. On the contrary, the fried rice became soft as soon as he took his mouth.

The fried rice with a crispy appearance fills your mouth with a burnt aroma as soon as you take it. When Mr. Liu chews it, the fried rice becomes soft again, as if it has been burned to a pulp.

"Crack", but the fried rice on the outer layer still makes some noise when chewing.

Every time you take a bite, there is a fragrance of rice grains, and your mouth does not feel dry when you eat it. It feels like you are eating a particularly crispy rice crust, but it is surprisingly easy to chew.

"As expected of Yuan Xingban, if the cooking class at that time had such skills, even tree bark could be eaten." Mr. Liu sighed in a low voice.

"Grandpa, you can't chew on empty food." When Liu Jian'an saw Mr. Liu swallowing, he immediately stared nervously.

"Okay, if you eat too much, your father will beat you to death." Mr. Liu said.

"Yes, your grandson will be beaten to death by your son." Liu Jian'an reminded.

"Speaking of which, you are still my grandson." Mr. Liu looked suddenly enlightened, which made Liu Jian'an lose his temper.

"You can soak it in boiling water and eat it. At least it will be easier to chew." Liu Jian'an said.

"Okay, for my grandson's sake." Mr. Liu said and really picked up the water cup and prepared to boil the water.

"Great, you finally remember that I am your grandson." Liu Jian'an said, but his eyes were fixed on Mr. Liu's hand, waiting for him to actually pour the water.

This time, Mr. Liu really didn't lie to Liu Jian'an and poured the boiling water in the cup directly into the bowl of fried rice.

Because the water is hot, the aroma of the fried rice is immediately stimulated as soon as it is poured in, and the smell of the burnt rice is more obvious.

Mr. Liu stirred it a little, and then the fried rice completely absorbed the boiling water and became fat, no longer so slender.

This time Liu Jian'an didn't say anything to stop Mr. Liu from eating, and Mr. Liu simply scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

But this time the fried rice after soaking in boiling water tastes different. Instead of the crispy outer layer, it tastes soft and waxy, just like crispy rice.

It's like cooking rice in a large pot over a firewood, and then a thin layer of browned rice cake condenses on the bottom of the pot that cannot be scraped off. Then, when you soak it in boiling water, it turns into half a bowl of rice.

It tastes fragrant and has the soft and glutinous texture of the rice cracker. It tastes very fragrant.

"I really miss this taste." Mr. Liu squinted his eyes and said with satisfaction.

After saying that, Mr. Liu began to eat slowly, taking every bite very slowly, as if for the sake of his old stomach, and as if he was nostalgic.

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