Chapter 1128: A scrambled Yangzhou fried rice (seeking a monthly ticket!)

Hey! Congratulations to the host, complete the announcement of the warm breakfast for the cleaners on the winter, and get rewards: a recipe for preserved eggs and lean meat! On the road to becoming a kitchen god, the heart has been improved and honed. Novel. At the same time harvesting' A good person card 'one, together with five good people card will have a chance to get a wish." The sound of the system sounded.
"Wish the opportunity? What is that?" McGonagall asked a little, curiously.
"Wishes: The host can make a wish to the system, and the system will satisfy it to the fullest extent."
"How come the good guy card?" McGonagall then asked, this wishing opportunity sounded very good.
"As long as the host is doing good, there is a chance to brush out the good card."
"That's really a good guy card..." McGonagall, listening is not very reliable, the ghost knows how many good things to do to get five good cards.
Looking at the new golden glittering egg porridge recipe in my mind, this is probably the easiest task he has ever done, but the task is to begin, the responsibility has just been taken up, and the cleaner is provided every day. Teng Teng's breakfast, this is a thing that needs to be adhered to for a long time.
"Everyone is polite, starting tomorrow morning, please come to the door of Mimi restaurant at half past six, I will provide you with a breakfast for free." Meg smiled and said to everyone.
Everyone praised McGonagall for a while.
"Mr. Sidka, can you give me a list of everyone, and then let me know with you, in order to prevent other people from mixing in, so that some people can not eat breakfast, so I think about making a simple understanding." McGonagall looked Said West Card.
"Of course, Mr. McGonagall thought it was very thoughtful." West Card nodded, and walked to the desk and took a list from a pile of messy paper and handed it to McGonagall. An introduction name.
"Okay, thank you." McGonagall put up the list and remembered everyone's name so that there was no need to worry about other redundant people coming in for the free breakfast.
"Then, I will leave first." McGonagall and the old Jack couple nodded slightly, then left and he had to go back and prepare something.
"This McGonagall boss is really a good person."
"Yeah, I heard that the cheapest food in that restaurant has to be two hundred copper coins. I have never eaten such expensive food."
After McGee left, the cleaners were still talking about it, and his face was filled with a smile of expectation.
"Well, everyone will go back to rest," said Sidka, and everyone dispersed.
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McGonagall returned to the restaurant, and they were going to the ice cream shop. Only Anna was holding the ugly duckling in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and some looked out of the window.
McGonagall stood for a while and walked slowly, kneeling beside Anna, whispering: "Anna, what are you thinking?"
"I wonder if Shirley and Aisha will meet on the battlefield..." Anna turned her head and looked at McGonagall. The little face was full of worry: "If they meet, will there be someone?" Will you die?"
"No." McGonagall shook his head and smiled. "No matter whether it is Aisha or Shelley, they will not hurt each other, even if they really stand on the opposite side. After all, they are people who have fought side by side. ""
Anna thought about it, her face showed a smile, nodded and said: "Well, they are very kind elves, but also real elves."
"Well, we are not sitting here in a daze, I am teaching you to do Yangzhou fried rice today?" McGonagall gently covered the big hand on Anna's head and smiled.

Really?!
Anna’s eyes lit up. She had been practicing knife work all these days and had never cooked.
"Of course it is true, Anna's knife has been very good practice, can cut the ingredients into the size of fried rice, it is time to start learning the real cooking." McGonagall nodded, and then bought a set of systems in mind Suitable for pots used by Anna.
The pan provided by the system is half the size of the normal pan and looks a bit mini, but it is still a small pot for Anna.
The spatula is also correspondingly smaller, even if Anna's small hand can easily hold, and unconsciously laborious.
Anna herself moved a small bench and stepped on it to get the height of the stove. She looked forward to watching McGonagall.
Every day, she has to watch Uncle McGonagall do hundreds of copies of Yangzhou fried rice. Every step and detail has been firmly imprinted in my heart, but there is no chance to do it. Now I can finally try it myself to make a Yangzhou that belongs to her. Fried rice.

Yangzhou fried rice is a more complicated dish. There are very strict requirements for the control of the fire and the control of the time of adding various ingredients. We will start from preparing the ingredients...
McGonagall took two ingredients from the refrigerator. One handed it to Anna, one took it, and began to teach carefully.
Anna stared intently. Although the same steps have been seen for thousands of times, I still don't want to miss any details. Every word that McGonagall said is firmly in my heart.
A colorful and delicious Yangzhou fried rice soon came out.
"Well, Anna, you can start your first time." McGonagall put the Yangzhou fried rice aside and said with a smile.
"Uh-huh." Anna nodded, glanced at McGonagall, and then regained her gaze. She stood in front of the cutting table and closed her eyes for a while before she opened her eyes again and picked up the Chinese kitchen knife.
The small hand grasped the wide Chinese kitchen knife, but there was no cumbersome feeling. The knife fell on the cutting board and gave a strong rhythm. The same kind of food was turned into rice grain under the knife, and then it was filled by Anna. Spare in the plate.
Open the fire, pour the oil, pour the ingredients into the pot with the right temperature, stir fry, turn the pot, everything goes, it is the first time, but Anna’s performance makes Meg some amazing, it’s totally different. A six or seven year old child can do it.
"This child is really talented." McGonagall couldn't help but admire in his heart that in time, he would definitely be a better chef than him.
Turn off the fire, go out, Anna's first Yangzhou fried rice was carefully brought over by her, placed next to Meg's, watching Meg some expect: "Uncle McGonagall, try it. ""
"A fried Yangzhou fried rice."
Two Yangzhou fried rice were put together, the gap in appearance became very obvious. Anna’s fried rice, winter bamboo shoots and tree mushrooms became burnt yellow, and the eggs were not perfectly wrapped in rice, and many of them were damaged. The oil is too bright and the amount of oil is too much.
"Okay, I will try." McGonagall picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of Yangzhou fried rice and fed it into his mouth. The salty taste almost made him almost vomit out. There was no salt evenly fried, and the burnt flavor was very obvious.