Chapter 46 Uncle Yile's Egg Fried Rice (Please Click to Collect)

People who have never used a stove will never imagine how troublesome cooking is.

Just burning firewood, if you are not careful, you will smoke your face black, and a group of powder will enter your eyes, making you unable to open your eyes.

But these, to Uncle Yile, are really pediatrics, and such things will never happen.

Whether it is putting firewood into the stove eye under the stove, or burning firewood in a hot pot, Uncle Yile moves like flowing water, very smooth, and it seems to people that he is not doing very low-level things, giving people a kind of pleasing to the eye enjoy.

It's like, dancing.

Yes, just like dancing, if you disassemble each of Uncle Yile's movements one by one, you will find that one point is too much, and one point is too little.

Uncle Yile actually cut out all unnecessary movements, leaving only the most essential parts.

Refined and convenient!

This is one of the secrets of Uncle Yile's fame for many years!

After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade!

At this moment, Uncle Yile is like a sword that has been honed for many years, finally showing his sharpness at this moment!

Hiss, clack.

When the iron pan was burned black and red, the golden cooking oil and a few finely chopped garlic were put into the pan immediately, and there was a strange noise, and then a mellow fragrance wafted out.

Uncle Yile skillfully scalded the oil to coat the iron pan with a little oil to prevent the fried vegetables from sticking to the pan, and also let the cold cooking oil heat up quickly and become boiling hot.

it's time!

Uncle Yile picked up a pot of steamed rice and poured it into the iron pot with a clatter.

In an instant, a flame rose up, crossed the rice, and covered it.

If you were a novice, you would have already panicked at this time, and you would definitely plan to extinguish the flames on the iron pot first.

Uncle Ke Yile is different!

Grab the handle of the pot with your left hand, and suddenly use your strength to stir-fry the rice.

Just like a big wave hitting a rock, grains of white and tender rice danced in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc, like a bird returning to its nest, and suddenly returned to the bottom of the pot.

And at this time, just like young people entering the society, they will definitely change their appearance. The round rice grains suddenly change, dyed with a thin layer of golden yellow, and emit brilliant light under the light, which is very beautiful.

When every grain of rice was covered with a layer of cooking oil, Uncle Yile turned over the palm of his hand, and when the two eggs collided, the egg white and yolk flowed out.

During this process, Uncle Yile also didn't waste any time, and didn't give the rice a chance to burn!

While the spatula is flying, the rice is churning, the eggs are merging, and the aroma is wafting!

Soon, the rice was cooked, and Uncle Yile poured the fried rice on a white plate like a hill. Between the golden rice grains, finely broken eggs were evenly mixed in, giving people a sense of order and hierarchy.

Finally, Uncle Yile sprinkled the chopped scallions on top, and in a short time, Uncle Yile’s egg fried rice was ready.

"I really want to eat egg fried rice made by Uncle Yile."

An audience watching through the big screen wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve while staring at the screen, as if his wish could be fulfilled in this way.

"Oh my god, Uncle Yile not only makes delicious ramen, but also makes egg fried rice so tempting."

A regular customer of Yile Restaurant said that he would go to the restaurant to eat Uncle Yile's egg fried rice in the future.

When Uncle Yile came to the third generation with a plate.

From a distance, Sandaime could smell the aroma of garlic mixed with eggs, which was very rich and pleasant.

"Unfortunately, this is not enough!"

The third generation had no expression on his face, and thought to himself.

For him, what egg fried rice has he never eaten?

Whether it is egg fried rice cooked by enthusiastic villagers when the grassroots is observing the people's sentiments, or egg fried rice cooked by the top chef in the country at the dinner banquet hosted by the daimyo, the third generations have not never tasted egg fried rice.

As the saying goes, once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud.

Seeing the sea and mountains, seeing the fish and shrimps in the lake again, only he knows the taste of it.

"Master Hokage, please use it slowly."

Uncle Yile brought the plate to the third generation's current table, even he would not dare to move rashly in front of the third generation, and said softly.

"Thanks a lot."

Sandaime gave Uncle Ichile a thankful look, then picked up the spoon, and took a corner from the plate.

gulp...

Sandaimu closed his eyes slightly, chewed full, and tasted the food cooked by Uncle Yile with his heart.

The Third Generation sometimes frowned, and sometimes opened it, which also made the nervous Uncle Yile startled by him. He felt that the short wait was like a long separatist war, and he felt anxious for a while. .

"Well, the fried rice is hot but not burnt, and the eggs are broken but not rotten. It can be said that the word "fried" has been mastered, and it has the true meaning."

Sandaime put down the spoon, as if he was still remembering, and said slowly in a long tone.

"Yi Le, you cook fried rice very well."

The third generation commented so.

"Thank you Hokage-sama." Uncle Yile said excitedly.

This kind of excitement, like a scholar dying for his confidant, made Uncle Yile finally find a gourmet who can truly understand his craft.

"But..." The third generation changed his voice and looked at Yang Ming: "Yi Le, don't take it lightly. There is still a mysterious little friend over there."

"Master Hokage, I don't think it's necessary!"

Uncle Yile looked at the third generation with certainty, and said: "The reason why he can cook the so-called delicious food is probably because of some mysterious ingredients. Now in this strange environment, I don't believe what else he can cook something."

"Is that so..." Third Generation looked enigmatic, "Then let us wait and see."

How could he, who was so scheming, never have thought of this, otherwise, as the organizer and referee, why would the third generation bother to mobilize all the staff, and specifically stipulated that the ingredients provided by the village should be used for cooking?

Everything is just a calculation.

And Yang Ming's cooking secret is just a part of this calculation.

The third generation also wanted to know if Yang Ming could really use any ingredients to cook chakra-increased delicacies.

If it was true, no way, Sandaimu had no choice but to end it himself, and brought Yang Ming into the Hokage Building for surveillance, squeezing out all his culinary secrets.

Don't underestimate the shadows of any village, especially the shadows of the five major countries. Sometimes their morals are really like that, and they can be broken if they want to.

Back then, the first generation of Hokage was so powerful that the entire Hokage world was shaken, and the entire Konoha knew everything.

But now?

Under the deliberate guidance of the third generation, the current Konoha villagers only know that the third generation is the strongest Hokage in history, but they have forgotten the first and second generations who once dominated the ninja world.

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