"What’s going on here!"
Boss Lu was also dumbfounded, he’d never seen this kind of situation before!
Snatched away?
Lu Yongmin chuckled, "Isn’t it because of your good... friend!"
"Don’t talk nonsense, Chen Mo is my bro."
Lu the Second: ?.?
You guys are pretty close, huh, brothers?
But none of that matters, Lu the Second also walked over. He didn’t line up but stood directly to the side in front of the line, watching Chen Mo busy in delight. In a low voice, Lu the Second asked, "Xiaochen, I want to ask you sothing."
"Go ahead."
"What do you think is the right way to make Twice-Cooked Pork, should it be with pork belly or second cut pork, should it be..."
Before Lu the Second could finish, Chen Mo picked up the black pot with his left hand and, with the black ladle in his right hand, swooped the cooked Twice-Cooked Pork into the lunch box.
"You know," Chen Mo said, slightly panting, "in my opinion, Twice-Cooked Pork is just a ho-style dish, it’s a dish people love! There’s no need for so much fuss, just use whatever at and vegetables we have; people find my version delicious, but I say it’s not even the tastiest!"
Lu Yongjun’s face turned serious as he hurriedly asked, "Then how do you say it should be the tastiest?"
The reason he was so serious is because... his old man used to say the sa thing.
Ho-cooked food must be hoy.
It’s a dish that anyone can make deliciously at ho; that’s what it ans to be ho-cooked.
Why Twice-Cooked Pork beca the king of Sichuan cuisine is precisely because it’s ho-cooked!
Eating in a restaurant gives you the restaurant’s flavor. Making it at ho gives you that hoy flavor, and the tastiest Twice-Cooked Pork must be... Both Boss Lu and Lu the Second stopped talking, waiting for Chen Mo to reveal the answer!
Chen Mo swiftly washed the black pot, glanced down at his phone, and saw it was almost 1 PM, aning the business hours were about to end!
So, he took out the rice Yingqiu had just sent from the cabinet. After being refrigerated for half an hour, the rice was almost like overnight rice.
He dumped two big bowls of rice into the black pot without even adding oil, and using a low fla, he slowly spread out the rice grains with the black spatula.
While mashing the rice grains, Chen Mo looked up at the two elders, smiling brightly, then turned around and shouted to the dragon-like long line behind, "All done, all done! Business is over for today! Co back tomorrow!"
Here, Chen Mo silently thanked Mu Mu in his heart for the big loudspeaker she sponsored; it was really handy.
Just that sotis, if pressed wrong, it would play sothing weird about "one yuan per skewer bo bo chicken" repeatedly.
Then he said to Boss Lu, "Of course, it’s yesterday’s Twice-Cooked Pork!"
The served Twice-Cooked Pork wasn’t finished in one al, and the leftover at slices, garlic sprouts, and chilies were soaked in the pork fat released, eventually solidifying.
The next morning, not knowing what to eat, you’d see this leftover dish in the fridge.
It’s a bit lacking when reheated, and it’s a waste to throw it away.
So.
Chen Mo bent down to retrieve a hidden portion of Twice-Cooked Pork from the cabinet.
After refrigeration, the pork fat from the Twice-Cooked Pork had turned into a yellowish-red solid state, with at slices and other side ingredients congealed inside.
The black spatula made a well among the scattered rice, and two chunks of solidified Twice-Cooked Pork were placed directly into the well.
"Sizzle..."
The solidified pork fat t the high temperature of the black pot and instantly began to lt. Once all the pork fat lted, Chen Mo quickly started frying the rice.
The jade-white rice was stained by the yellowish-red pork fat and turned into an attractive yellowish-red color. The pork belly and chili garlic sprouts were hidden in the rice, occasionally being tossed up.
Chen Mo pinched a bit of salt and evenly sprinkled it into the pot, not needing much more; the flavor of the Twice-Cooked Pork was enough!
With the experience of perfect fried rice and the skills honed from dry frying Niu River noodles, this overnight Twice-Cooked Pork fried rice was continuously tossed in Chen Mo’s hands.
The heat increased, and the rice grains beca more glossy with oil.
With Chen Mo’s final toss of the rice and turning off the stove, he sprinkled so chopped green onions over the top.
He divided the fried rice in the pot into two servings, handed one to Lu Yingqiu, "Eat up, eat up, no matter how hard you work, you can’t skip als!"
Especially him, after having a boozy night with Uncle Tie and the others yesterday, he hadn’t had a chance to eat before starting work this morning.
Slling the aroma of the at, he was already starving.
What cures hunger? Only fried rice!
Lu Yingqiu, a bit surprised, paused after taking the lunch box but eventually happily shoveled a mouthful in with his chopsticks.
"Mmm..."
Lu Yingqiu let out a contented hum from his throat.
The pork belly beca firr and tastier after cooling, seemingly locking the steamy flavor in every fiber.
When it t the rice, under Chen Mo’s precise heat control, the flavors of the at and rice intertwined, with each grain in the fried rice enrobed in the pork fat from the Twice-Cooked Pork.
The salty, slightly spicy flavor of Twice-Cooked Pork perfectly blends with the softness and sweetness of the rice!
Just one bite of fried rice.
Hot steam, aroma wafting.
Chen Mo didn’t even bother with chopsticks, just went straight in with a spoon!
A big spoonful of Twice-Cooked Pork-fried rice filled his mouth; when hungry, being completely filled with rice, at, and veggies feels imnsely satisfying.
The body, almost instantly, gets replenished with fats, proteins, and carbohydrates, fulfilling every need!
"This is great!"
Chen Mo didn’t want to say much, standing inside the food cart, holding a bowl, and furiously shoveling it into his mouth.
Lu Yingqiu was doing the sa, wasn’t he?
The two of them eating like this drew the attention of the Lu Brothers and Jia Zhijun, the three judges, who watched along with dozens in line, involuntarily swallowing their saliva.
"You’re giving us the regular stuff and saving the best for yourself? Boss, you’re such a dog!" The young man who just bought Twice-Cooked Pork looked at Chen Mo, dissatisfied, placing his al box on the display counter, "I won’t eat this Twice-Cooked Pork either! Unless you make so of that fried rice."
No other choice.
For so reason, Compared to the combination of [Twice-Cooked Pork rice], [Twice-Cooked Pork Fried Rice] just looked a lot tastier!
Chen Mo gobbled up more than half of the bowl in one go, feeling his previously empty stomach much more settled, looked at the young man, and thought to himself, you’re still too green.
Not eating? Then fine, do you think Brother Jiaozi at the bridgehead is afraid of your threat?
"No, your Twice-Cooked Pork isn’t overnight, frying it won’t make it taste good," Chen Mo gave a reason the other party couldn’t refute.
"You!"
The young man’s na was He Ziheng. He ca from the neighboring village, specifically to Hanyang Town for the market just to taste Lu Fang’s Bang Bang Chicken.
And then he ran into this situation.
But He Ziheng had a rather stubborn personality, his girlfriend often ntioned this about him, being especially thick-headed.
Stubborn and obstinate.
Hearing Boss Xiao Chen say this, He Ziheng sneered out of frustration.
"Isn’t that simple! I’ll keep it for tomorrow and let you fry it then, isn’t that overnight?"
After He Ziheng said this, the queue behind, like a dragon, heard it, and with so thought.
Seems like.
That’s how it is!
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