The people who were chatting outside were attracted by the sudden fragrance and stopped chatting in a tacit understanding.
"Does this taste like egg fried rice?" The man who had just said that egg fried rice was not delicious asked in surprise.
"That's right, this scent is so unique. If you smell it carefully, it's just the scent of eggs and rice, but it makes people salivate." A girl expressed her feelings.
"No, what I just ate was in vain, and now I just feel super hungry." The fat man couldn't help but cover his abdomen.
"That's not right, thin man, you just ate several rabbit heads." said the man next to the fat man.
"Aren't you hungry?" Fatty said directly.
"I'm very hungry, let's go to the kitchen?" The man next to him suggested to everyone with an eager look.
"Have a look." Sun Ming spoke directly.
A group of eleven people silently came to the door of the kitchen and blocked the place, looking at Yuan Zhou's fried rice inside. ,
Yuan Zhou's fried rice cooking skills have long been at the master level. The movements between shaking the spoon and waving the shovel are so smooth and natural that the people outside the door are mesmerized by the strong aroma of egg fried rice.
I have never seen someone so attractive when making fried rice. Sure enough, serious people are handsome, no matter what industry they are in.
Yuanzhou flipped the spoon again, his arm muscles bulging and his lines graceful. He waved the spatula with his other hand, shoveled three spatulas directly from the pot and put them on the plate next to him. Only then did everyone see that there were already six plates there. Neat fried rice.
The fire was still on. While turning the spoon, he was taking out the egg fried rice from the pot. The portion was the same every time. On the white porcelain plate, the egg fried rice was piled up like a mountain, and not a single grain was scattered on the edge. .
The edge of the plate is clean, and there is no spillage on the side of the pot. The fried rice is filled with a charming aroma.
"How's it going? Are you okay?" A girl lowered her voice subconsciously, not wanting to disturb Yuan Zhou.
"No matter how bad it is, my saliva will drip down." The fat man next to him touched his belly and swallowed.
"Grandson, go and ask, you are the birthday boy." The person who was the loudest at first was now also pulling Sun Ming to get in.
"Okay, let me ask." Sun Ming smelled the fragrance, his mouth was filled with saliva, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva secreted unconsciously before answering.
"Yuanzhou, we're here to help serve the food." Sun Ming said after seeing Yuanzhou put the last empty plate.
"Yes, these are all." Yuan Zhou nodded and pointed to the neatly arranged dinner plates on the table.
The fried rice on the plate was golden in color, steaming slightly, and with its aroma, the people standing outside the door became less reserved and stepped forward to take away the food one by one.
"Pi came out to celebrate." Sun Ming was quite conscientious and took away his plate without forgetting to greet Yuan Zhou.
"Come right away." Yuan Zhou's habit is to wash the pots and cutting boards. As for other things, this is not his home, so it's better not to be so casual.
Feeling at ease, Yuan Zhou left the messy kitchen utensils arranged according to his own habits and walked out of the kitchen with egg fried rice.
It wasn't until Yuan Zhou sat down that Sun Ming said, "It's my birthday today, and my friend came here to cook for me. Let's try it now."
After Sun Ming finished speaking, everyone stopped waiting and started eating without even saying a polite word.
Sun Ming, who had eaten the original version, had the most self-control. He turned to Yuan Zhou and said, "Thanks, brother."
"You're welcome." Yuan Zhou nodded, indicating that it was time to eat.
"Well, it's so delicious." The girl wearing glasses suddenly said.
The fried rice is fluffy and soft, and a little chewy when you eat it. Every grain of rice is perfectly coated with egg liquid. There is only fried rice on the plate, and there is no extra egg drop at all.
The egg on the rice shell is particularly tender, while the rice wrapped inside is hard. The two textures combine to create a strong delicious flavor in an instant.
Because Yuan Zhou tried his best to improve the taste of the ingredients themselves, everyone basically ate rice and eggs to the best of their ability, and everyone who ate showed satisfaction on their faces.
"Grandson, this friend of yours is a real chef, there's no telling." The one who didn't trust Yuan Zhou's craftsmanship at first, now said with a thumbs up.
"However, the ingredients are still not good. The olive oil used for fried rice has a smell." The man continued.
"This is my fault. I don't know how to buy things. I just buy them by looking at them. The ones made by my friend in the store are several levels better than this." Sun Ming immediately took over the conversation.
"Oh, friend, where is your store? I must try it someday." The man looked at Yuan Zhou sincerely and asked.
"On Taoxi Road." Yuanzhou said after swallowing the food in his mouth.
"Not far, not far, let's go another day." The man looked happy and said with a smile.
"Boss, look at me, I'm so fat. I can't feel full even if I eat so little. How about some more?" The fat man said, still touching his belly out of habit.
"No, even I, a girl, haven't eaten enough. Let's have another one." The girl with eyes also said with a smile.
"That's right, I decided not to lose weight today and have another one." The tall and slender girl said with her big eyes blinking.
At the dinner table, everyone started to join in the request for another portion. When Yuanzhou was about to read the rules on the wall, he suddenly remembered that this was not his shop, but his brother's home. He couldn't help but frowned, not knowing how to refuse.
"Okay, my brother will make longevity noodles for me later. Aren't these braised vegetables vegetables? Eat more." Sun Ming refused directly.
"And if you want to eat again, it's not easy. My brother's shop is on Taoxi Road. You can go there yourself." Sun Ming then added with a smile.
"This advertisement is well done. I give it 11 points. The extra point is my grandfather's love for your grandson." A tall and thin man expressed his conviction.
"You have ruined a good name." Sun Ming was unable to explain this nickname and could only complain.
"Wait a minute, grandson, you mean you are the only one who can enjoy the longevity noodles?" The girl with glasses reacted quickly and asked immediately.
"Yes, it's my birthday, so of course I eat longevity noodles." Sun Ming looked proud.
"No, no, no, Sun Ming, you don't understand. When it comes to longevity noodles, everyone has to help you eat them, so that you can live longer." The girl with glasses looked serious about popular science, and the expression on her face made Sun Ming almost believe it.
"Haha, I don't believe it at all." Sun Ming was very direct.
"Why don't we make a big pot and let each of us taste a little." Someone suggested.
"Sorry, I only made enough for one person." Yuan Zhou said in a timely manner, and the guests at the table instantly glared at him.
However, Yuan Zhou's blame-shifting skills were perfect, and he immediately pointed at Sun Ming, neither salty nor cold, and said very convincingly: "Every wrongdoer has his own debtor."
After several people took a deep breath, the girl with glasses spoke.
"Sun Ming, we will let you go on your birthday today, but remember it next time."
Sun Ming's friends at the table all showed that eating alone would not end well.