The spray oil pot was aid at the red-hot black pan and pressed, the atomized peanut oil hitting the inside of the black pan in an instant.
"Boom!"
The atomized peanut oil turned directly into flas upon contact with such high heat!
Keeping the fierce fire, Chen Mo poured all the freshly separated rice noodles into the pan. Those watching on the scene thought this wasn’t just cooking, it was literally burning!
And it was burning with fire in the literal sense.
Initially, a few diners were sitting in the courtyard by the garden eating and drinking. At this mont, everyone was drawn to the sudden burst of fierce flas, each looking on with incredulity in their eyes.
"I’ve seen fires start when cooking, but it usually goes out right after. This is the first ti I’ve seen a fire not going out once it starts!"
"Is there a possibility that Boss Xiao Chen has lost control, and now he can’t put it out even if he wants to?"
"Hey, let’s go take a look."
"Holy crap, you can cook like this! Won’t those few strips of noodles get burned when fried like that in the fire?"
Fang Zhizhong and Old Zhao were also dumbfounded; the scene before them was completely unheard of and unseen, totally shattering their understanding of cooking.
Fang Zhizhong collected himself from the shock, "Not to brag. Without even talking about how this dish tastes, the cooking technique alone is at on-site performance level in a five-star hotel. Such a dish wouldn’t sell for less than a few hundred yuan."
Old Zhao greatly agreed, mostly because this cooking thod was too magical, like filming a movie.
Not only that.
Chen Mo didn’t even use a spatula for stir-frying, opting instead for a very long pair of chopsticks, as specified in the recipe. During the stir-frying process, using a spatula to push and pull could inadvertently break the rice noodles.
Chopsticks were the best choice for repetitive flipping.
After a few flips, Chen Mo noticed the fire was dying down a bit.
"If this continues, the fire will go out soon! But the image in my mind showed flas in the wok lasting from start to finish."
"If it really doesn’t work..."
Chen Mo held the black pan handle with his left hand, gripped the long chopsticks with his right, and shouted with frustration, "Xiao Mu, assist !"
The ntal shareholder of the food truck, Mu Mu, quickly stood beside Chen Mo, "Chen Mo Brother, go, go! You’re the strongest, the best!"
Chen Mo maintained his original posture, sweat clearly seeping from his forehead.
Dammit!
Next ti, I’ll have to teach Mu Mu so basic cooking knowledge. What’s the point of cheering?
Taking advantage of reaching the edge of the progress bar, Chen Mo hastily dropped the black pan and accurately found a transparent glass bottle from over a hundred types of seasonings.
[High-Strength Liquor]
At first, Chen Mo had an idea. Since this mimicking seasoning box was so impressive, if I pour in a bottle of Maotai, wouldn’t I be able to drink Maotai every day?
It turns out, indeed, I could.
But it also proved that only Chen Mo himself could drink it directly; if soone else tried, it would lose effect.
Having quit drinking, Chen Mo felt quite regretful.
With high-strength liquor in hand, he poured it directly in a circle along the edge of the wok without hesitation.
This ti, Chen Mo managed the amount with restraint. Too much and it would clash with the Niu River; too little and the flas wouldn’t suffice.
The liquor spread around the edge of the black wok imdiately ignited into raging flas, appearing even more ferocious than before.
The security guard watching the gate from afar hesitated several tis to approach but retreated each ti.
Is this guy an arsonist?
The ntal shareholder Mu Mu was thrilled to see Chen Mo reignite the flas after her cheer, clapping her hands joyfully.
Sure enough, n need more encouragent and motivation~ This food truck wouldn’t make it without !
The rice noodles, like silver dragons, flew back and forth in the flas under Chen Mo’s agile chopstick movents, while Chen Mo’s main focus was the longest progress bar above his head.
After making dishes for such a long ti, Chen Mo realized that the fastest and slowest progress bars were tricky to handle, especially the slow ones. Sotis it’s hard to know the best ti to catch the flashing spot, relying solely on intuition.
When the light orb reached the flashing point, Chen Mo hesitated for a mont before putting down the black pan with his left hand, then picked up the sauce he had just mixed—a blend of light and dark soy sauce.
His right-hand chopsticks rotated 360 degrees at the center of the black pan, with the surrounding rice noodles rotating 360 degrees using the chopsticks as the fulcrum.
With the left hand tilting the bowl slightly, he poured the sauce into the rotating noodles.
"Boom!"
The flas erupted once more!
Startled, Chen Mo’s hand shook, dumping the entire bowl of sauce into the pan.
[Average]
Seeing this rating, Chen Mo didn’t feel bad. Wouldn’t it burn my hand to keep pouring slowly?
I still have to show off with my left hand tonight!
Although the pouring speed was indeed a bit quick, the rapid rotation on the right hand ensured the rice noodles were evenly coated with the light and dark soy sauce. With constant rotation, even the uncoated parts collided and stirred evenly, starting to show a semi-transparent, slight sauce color.
Noting the surface’s rich sauce color, Chen Mo then began to gradually add other side ingredients.
Six-tenths-cooked thin slices of beef and bean sprouts and onions just stir-fried to the point of breaking were added to the black pan.
This ti, he dropped the chopsticks and used the wok tossing technique.
Fang Zhizhong stood aside, holding his chin, feeling that the dish had a big problem.
"Usually, when Boss Xiao Chen cooks, you can sll the aroma from quite a distance. Today, this dish looks fierce, but there’s no sll at all?"
Old Zhao fully agreed, "Maybe not enough seasoning, I really can’t sll a thing."
Du Qiming sneered, "I do recognize Boss Xiao Chen’s cooking skills, but not everything he makes is delicious, right? Instead of ssing around with these flashy techniques, I’d rather have him whip up so Mapo tofu quickly."
Liu Chengming standing next to them was a bit surprised.
Isn’t Xiao Du worried about getting his precious Mapo tofu in the midst of such chaos? What if it blows up again?
As Chen Mo continuously tossed and stirred, the fire in the black pan gradually dwindled. At the sa ti, he slowly adjusted the fierce fire to dium fire, then to low, until it was on minimal heat, where the flas in the pan instantly went out!
"Done!"
Chen Mo evenly divided the dry-fried Niu River in the black pan into six portions, "Each serving... Xiao Mu, how much does this sell for in Guangzhou?"
"The cheap ones are 12 yuan, and so are 15 yuan."
"Let’s sell it for 20 then!"
Though wealthy, Fang Zhizhong was puzzled, "Boss Xiao Chen, why do the origin places sell it so cheap, and you have to raise the price?"
"Then why do the lychees in our supermarket cost several tis more than at the origin?"
After thinking it over, Fang Zhizhong found it reasonable and scanned to pay twenty yuan, taking one portion directly.
The others had no objections, especially Old Zhao, who’s been hungry for two days!
Finally, Chen Mo and Mu Mu each kept one portion.
The six people didn’t fuss, simply standing on the spot, holding the rice box in one hand and chopsticks in the other.
Mu Mu lowered her head, slled, and put a piece of beef in her mouth, "So delicious! Oh my gosh~"
Though he couldn’t understand, Chen Mo felt it was probably praise for himself.
After all, besides blowing rainbow farts at him, Mu Mu didn’t do much else.
anwhile, in room 408, two middle-aged people sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, having watched the entire live stream of dry-fried Niu River.
The two exchanged glances.
Silent understanding, unanimously, in unison.
"Let’s go!"
"Let’s go!"
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