Chapter 113: Hey egg fried rice

There was a time when Qin Luo used to cook when he was a scumbag, but after becoming a scholastic master, the kitchen has disappeared from his memory.
I really miss it when I think about it.
"Good!" Qin Luo nodded.
"Ding! The new mission is released, and the students are shocked by learning domineering skills."
"Lonely Xueba needs life adjustments, please use the top cooking skills to surprise the audience..."
"Reward: Learning hegemony worth 1000..."
Although the 1000 academic hegemony value is not much, Qin Luo also has to earn it.

With Tang Xuejun's order, the back kitchen of the entire Yanjing Hotel suddenly became busy.
As one of the most prestigious hotels in the Yanjing culinary world, you can find all the ingredients here, whether it’s flying in the sky, swimming in the water, or running on the ground, out of the protection of animals, because there are everything here. .
And the ingredients used here are all top-notch ingredients, without a trace of dross.
Wandering among the many ingredients, Qin Luo felt a fascinating eye.
"What do you say he will do?"
"I don't know, maybe Sixi will be reproduced."
"possible……"
Outside the kitchen, everyone was talking, and every pair of eyes was staring at Qin Luo curiously.
Under the gaze of everyone, Qin Luo picked up the egg.
I picked some scallions, carrots, and some ham.
Egg fried rice!
These three words popped out of everyone's mind for no reason.
Eggs, ham, green onion, carrots, and egg fried rice, they can't think of any other dishes.
"He can't make egg fried rice?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"Don't everyone do it?"
"Hehe, do you think egg fried rice is easy? In fact, egg fried rice is the most difficult dish to make." Tang Xuejun said with a smile.
The simpler the thing, the harder it is to do it well.
Egg fried rice is not easy, I don't know how many famous chefs have broken the sand on egg fried rice.
The best egg fried rice, not only the rice should be separated, but also the egg!
He is looking forward to what kind of egg fried rice Qin Luo can make.
Quiet, deadly quiet.
The whole kitchen was silent.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes... Qin Luo froze in place like a wood.
"Music" suddenly, Qin Luo snapped his fingers.
Music? What the hell? Everyone was stunned in place.
Only Tang Xuejun's eyes shone with brilliance.
He thought of a legend that the master cook would take into account the feelings of the diners while cooking, usually accompanied by music.
To them, cooking is a kind of enjoyment, not cooking for the sake of cooking.
At this moment, Qin Luo finally moved. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on Cloud Music.
"Crazy."
A sound like beating eggs came from the kitchen. Everyone was taken aback. Haven't the eggs been beaten yet? How can there be the sound of beating eggs.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack." Then there was a sound of beating eggs.
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, co-authoring this is the music Qin Luo said.
Brother, are you doing this perfunctory? Tang Xuejun's mouth twitched unnaturally.
No matter how everyone talks, Qin Luo is an old with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
"Da da da da da~" The chopsticks and the egg churning became faster and faster, and everyone's expressions changed accordingly.
"Huh~ this sound seems to have a little rhythm."
"Don't say that this sound is pretty good!"
"Boom!"
The sound of a shaking gong shocked everyone's spirits.