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

Li Yi also saw the bullet screen flashing in the live broadcast room, and slightly raised his eyebrows in surprise.

I didn't expect someone to know the goods in the live broadcast room.

His handwriting really imitated Qianlong's.

The seal of "Children Yongbao" on the Wanshou Wujiang Bowl is written in seal script by Qianlong himself.

If he wanted to reproduce the Wanshou Wujiang Bowl, he had to learn Qianlong's handwriting.

In addition, in order to reproduce the Wanshou Wujiang Bowl, he had to find a way to get close to the craftsman who made the enamel.

And if you want to build a relationship with a stranger, the most effective way is undoubtedly money.

But in the dream space, he is the identity of the imperial chef.

Although there is no need to worry about food and drink, there is not enough money to be bribed wantonly.

As an imperial chef, where he can get money is from raw materials.

Cooks don't steal, and don't harvest grains. Every cook in the imperial dining room does this.

But everyone doing it means it's no secret.

And a way to make money that is not a secret, naturally someone is in charge.

The way to make money in the imperial dining room has always been controlled by the chief eunuch.

After layers of peeling, what can fall into Li Yi's hands is at most a dozen taels of silver a month, which is not enough at all.

Therefore, when Li Yi possessed Qin Song, he spent a lot of time reading a lot of Qianlong's copybooks through Concubine Rong Fatima, and learned Qianlong's calligraphy.

Outside the palace, imitating Qianlong's handwriting is a very profitable way.

It was also because of this skill that he knocked on the door of enamel making, made friends with the target person, and learned the craft of cloisonné.

In the live broadcast room, the viewer's comment attracted the attention of many viewers.

They were skeptical, and asked Li Yi to prove it with bullet screens.

Everyone in front of the camera also noticed the audience's barrage, and looked at Li Yi suspiciously.

Wu Lei asked curiously: "Brother Yi, is this Qianlong's font you wrote? I think the audience is asking."

Li Yi nodded upon hearing this, "That's right, it's Qianlong's running script."

"Really?"

Li Ruotong on the side was surprised and said, "You can write Qianlong's characters? Have you learned it?"

"Of course you have to learn."

Li Yi said with a smile: "Calligraphy is not accomplished overnight, it takes time to copy."

Huang Xiaoming was a little puzzled, and asked: "Why do you want to copy Qianlong's calligraphy? You also said that Qianlong's calligraphy is not good, so why don't you copy some great calligraphers' calligraphy?"

"I can do other fonts too!"

Li Yi smiled and said, "But Qianlong's characters are the ones I use the most, because I can use them in cooking."

When he possessed Shuanglin, in order to gain Qianlong's trust as soon as possible, he made a bowl of soup using Yinyang soup.

He wrote "Shou" in Qianlong's handwriting in the soup. After Qianlong saw it, Longyan was really happy, and his status quickly became equal to that of Zhang Dongguan, becoming one of Qianlong's two favorite imperial chefs.

Hearing Li Yi's explanation, several people present were very curious and wanted Li Yi to show other fonts again.

But Li Yi refused with a smile: "Let's talk about it when you have time! There is still a lot of work to do! The Master will be too late in a while."

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to give up.

In the live broadcast room, they were still curiously discussing how many kinds of calligraphy Li Yi knew.

Li Yi wasn't trying to be modest, the back kitchen really had a lot of work to do.

The first thing to do is to fill the stomachs of the five of them.

Wu Lei and the others habitually skip the hotel meal in the morning, waiting for this meal in the restaurant.

So, he went back to the kitchen and got to work.

I didn't run out of the noodles I made last night, there are still a lot.

He took out some fish that had been shaved yesterday, chopped it into minced fish, chopped some pork belly into it, added some chopped leeks and seasonings, and made it into fish and leek stuffing.

Afterwards, he took out the leftover noodles from last night, kneaded them again, then cut them into noodles, rolled them into dough skins, and planned to wrap some wontons.

Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai also returned to the kitchen, and when they saw this, they came to Li Yi's side familiarly, and helped out together.

Li Ruotong also followed in.

Seeing their skillful movements, she couldn't help but marvel: "You are so good! You wrap it so fast!"

"Brother Yi taught us all."

Liu Yifei smiled at her, and raised her hand to greet her: "Sister Ruotong, can you come and pack together?"

"Let me try."

Li Ruotong went to wash his hands, then came to him, imitating their appearance, and wrapped wontons.

The three of them packed together, and the speed was very fast, and a large tray was packed in a short while.

Yesterday, there was still some broth left in the noodles, Li Yi added some water to make a pot of fresh soup, and planned to use this pot of soup to cook wontons.

Before the pot boiled, the fresh aroma of the broth had already wafted away.

Li Ruotong couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the fresh fragrance, and asked, "What kind of soup is this?"

"Wonton soup."

Li Yi took the tray, and asked Liu Yifei and the others, "How much do you all eat?"

"I'll be fine if I eat ten."

Liu Yifei is controlling her appetite.

"I want fifteen."

After Zhao Jinmai said something, he smiled and said, "Just twenty boys each, they must be able to finish eating."

Li Ruotong was listening, and asked in surprise, "Did you eat these yourself?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Jinmai nodded and smiled, "We haven't eaten breakfast yet!"

Li Ruotong was puzzled: "Doesn't the hotel have breakfast?"

"Haha! How can the hotel's breakfast compare to that of Brother Yi?"

Zhao Jinmai said with a smile: "As long as Brother Yi is around, we seldom eat outside, our appetite is spoiled by Brother Yi!"

"That's it!"

Smelling the aroma of broth, Li Ruotong was a little annoyed: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have breakfast at the hotel."

This wonton smells much more fragrant than those semi-prepared ones in the hotel.

"It's okay, you can have another meal!"

Zhao Jinmai joked with a smile: "Since you've come to our show, don't even think about leaving if you don't gain a pound or two!"

Liu Yifei also persuaded her with a smile: "Sister Ruotong, can I order some for you too? It's definitely worth it."

Li Ruotong hesitated for a while, then nodded and said: "Then give me three... no, five! I've already eaten, so I can't eat too much."

The wontons cooked quickly, and Li Yi turned off the fire not long after they were placed in the pot.

"It's time to eat."

Li Yi took the spoon.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinmai ran to the door and yelled, "It's time to eat!"

Soon, the sound of rumbling footsteps came from the front hall, but it was Wu Lei who strode over.

After a while, behind Li Yi, there was a small line of rice cookers, each with a small basin in their hands.

It was the first time for Li Ruotong to experience this kind of experience, and it was very novel to stand behind Zhao Jinmai with great interest.

Li Yi served them wontons one by one, and scooped up some soup.

Afterwards, he pointed to the pepper jar and vinegar pot on the countertop, as well as the chopped green onion and coriander, and indicated: "All the small ingredients are there, you can add whatever flavor you want."

He said this to Li Ruotong and the others, and the others didn't need him to remind, they just went to add seasoning according to their own taste.

Li Ruotong took his own bowl of wontons, came to the small ingredients, added some pepper and chopped shallots, and came to the side.

Others have already started eating.

Wu Lei took a spoon bigger than his mouth, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it a few times, and sucked it in.

Although he grinned his teeth from being scalded, he had a face full of enjoyment.

Huang Xiaoming scooped up a wonton, blew it to cool, tasted it, gave Li Yi a thumbs up, and said with a smile, "Brother Yi, your stuffing is so delicious, even better than the mackerel stuffed dumplings from my hometown! "

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