A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

Seeing the size of the three soldiers, Li Yi knew what to do with them.

"welcome."

Li Yi smiled and shook hands with them: "It would be nice if you came earlier."

With these three strong laborers, it can save a lot of effort just to slaughter the sheep.

"Eh? Brother Yi, do you also exercise?"

The three of them shook hands with Li Yi, and it was obvious that Li Yi's grip was strong.

Wu Lei on the side laughed and joked: "You didn't watch our previous program carefully after watching it. In the first episode, Brother Yi cooked hundreds of fried rice, and he almost didn't put down the pot during the whole process. That wrist strength, I It looks scary."

"awesome."

Bibimbap at the front laughed and said, "We usually exercise, just to have a good meal."

"Yeah?"

Li Yi looked at them and asked with a smile, "Which of the three of you is the strongest?"

The three of them looked at each other, then pushed out Daxin, who was shaved, and said, "Daxin is the strongest."

"Okay, you come with me."

Li Yi led him to the kitchen, then took out a bag of flour from the storage room, handed it to him and said with a smile: "This bag of flour is handed over to you, you are responsible for kneading it into dough."

Daxin reached out to take the flour, and grabbed the corner of the flour bag.

Seeing that he was holding on firmly, Li Yi let go, but the flour bag fell straight down.

Daxin obviously underestimated the weight of the flour and didn't grasp it firmly.

Li Yi had sharp eyes and quick hands, and immediately reached out to grab it again, and lifted the flour bag.

"Let me do it!"

He put the flour bag on the chopping board, untied the cotton rope casually, and poured the flour on the chopping table.

Daxin was a little dazed when he saw how lightly he was lifting weights.

Just now, seeing Li Yi holding the flour bag with one hand seemed very relaxed, he thought the flour was not heavy!

But as soon as he got started, he realized that the flour was actually twenty-five kilograms, or fifty catties.

With a weight of fifty catties, Li Yi can actually carry it with one hand without even shaking it?

Daxin was shocked.

Dig a gap in the middle of the flour, Li Yi indicated: "This is 25 kilograms of flour, just add 13 kilograms of water."

"ah?"

Seeing that he really wanted to arrange a face-to-face meeting, Da Xin hurriedly said, "I don't know how to make a face-to-face meeting!"

"It's okay, it's very simple, I'll teach you."

After speaking, Li Yi explained to him the essentials of meeting, and then said with a smile: "This job is actually not difficult, as long as you have strength, come on, I like you."

Daxin looked at the table full of flour, swallowed, and said with a smile, "Brother Yi, let's make an agreement in advance that the more tired I am from work, the more I will eat."

"I'm not afraid of you eating, but the restaurant owner is afraid of big belly guys?"

Li Yi smiled and said, "This bag of noodles is just for you, if it's not enough, I'll make another bag."

"Don't stop, enough is enough."

Daxin hurriedly waved his hands and said with a smile: "This bag of flour is twenty-five kilograms, even three pigs can't finish it!"

Hearing his words, the audience in the live broadcast room was also amused, and they all sent barrage jokes.

"Eh? You've also been discouraged by Suxin Dafa?"

"Haha! Didn't you agree to teach the Chinese restaurant a lesson? Why did you stretch your hips before eating?"

"It turns out that the weakness of the three warriors who can't eat enough is the staple food!"

"That's true, no matter how much you can eat, even a few catties of noodles will make your belly round."

Perhaps because he realized that what he said was a little cowardly, Daxin wanted to make amends, so he asked with a smile: "Brother Yi, what is the record of adding noodles to our Western Region noodles?"

Li Yi thought for a while, then said with a smile, "Normally it won't exceed two digits."

"That is to add no more than ten times?"

Daxin immediately found confidence: "Then I have to challenge it today, adding ten noodles at a time."

Hearing what he said, Li Yi shook his head: "Don't be brave, Western Region noodles are different from other pasta, and eating too much will really hurt your body. I heard that there is a Moriguchi in Western Region who added nine noodles at a time. , I ate myself and was sent to the hospital.”

"That's different."

Daxin smiled and said: "I'm a fitness person, and my appetite is originally nine. Ten plus shouldn't be a problem for me."

Seeing what he said, Li Yi couldn't persuade him much, so he patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay then, come on."

After speaking, he took out a large pot and a stove with an iron frame from the storage room. This is the stove for the second pot of Tashkent black pilaf.

After taking out the iron frame and cauldron, Li Yi handed it over to the rest of the duo who couldn't eat enough to clean it.

Afterwards, Li Yi took them and stewed the second pot of black rice.

"Okay, these two pots will be handed over to you."

Li Yi smiled and explained: "Steam for 20 minutes first, remember to add firewood to the bottom, don't let the fire go out, but don't let the fire be too big, after 20 minutes, you lift the lid of the pot, and use a shovel to put the fire inside. Turn over the rice, then cover it with a lid and stew it, turn the bottom of the pot every five minutes to let the bottom of the pot be heated evenly, don’t burn the rice, if you don’t understand anything, just come to me.”

After taking the shovel from Li Yi, the two of them looked at each other in dismay: "Brother Yi, you think highly of us."

"Don't worry, with me, I will count the time."

Li Yi smiled and patted their arms.

Each of these two pots is filled with mutton, oil, carrots, and rice. Each pot weighs hundreds of catties, and only they have the strength to guard here and turn the pots regularly.

Without them, Li Yi would have to come by himself.

After handing over the work of stewing the rice to them, Li Yi asked, "I'm making marzipan, who will help?"

The three girls immediately raised their hands upon hearing this.

"I!"

"I go!"

"I am coming too!"

So, Li Yi took the three of them back to the back kitchen.

Seeing the three beauties coming to the back kitchen, Daxin felt as if he had been pumped out, and kneaded the dough harder and harder.

Li Yi came to the stove, put an iron pot on it, and rushed to the back to order: "Go and get the syrup from the storage room and the dried fruits prepared yesterday."

Just yesterday, they set aside an hour to prepare ten kilograms of dried fruits of various colors, just to make marzipan.

Reba helped Li Yi carry out the glucose syrup.

Looking at Li Yi who was cleaning the iron pot, she was very curious: "This is the first time I've seen a mainlander make marzipan!"

Zhao Jinmai came over with a tray of washed raisins, put it beside Li Yi, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't these for cakes?"

"yes."

Li Yi explained casually: "Cut cake is marzipan."

"Yes."

Reba added on the side: "Marten candy is the local name of the Western Regions. In the previous Silk Road period, when caravans passed through the Western Regions, they had to cross the desert.

In the desert, there is a big temperature difference between day and night, and you need to eat high-calorie food to resist the cold at night, so they will bring some marzipan to supplement the calories at night. "

Marzipan is very high in calories. We say that one tael of marzipan is equal to a catty of milk or a catty of eggs. You are very hungry, right? Brother Yi? "

As she spoke, she asked Li Yi at the side.

After seeing Li Yi's skillful slaughtering of sheep, she already regarded Li Yi as half a person from the Western Regions.

"almost."

Li Yi smiled and said: "However, there is another important reason, that is, the dried fruit on the marzipan is rich in vitamin C, which can supplement the human body with nutrients, various amino acids and trace elements during the long-distance trek in the desert, and prevent scurvy. occur."

Hearing their explanation, Zhao Jinmai suddenly realized: "No wonder the sliced ​​cakes are so expensive!"

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