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

The crayfish at Hu Da Restaurant tasted really good, but they were sold out within a short while after they arrived, and Wu Kaiyuan added another ten catties.

When there are many people, the food is always more delicious.

If you are with your friends, it will be more fun if you fight over each other.

Liu Yifei ate no less than the staff, and she obviously liked the atmosphere where many people gathered to eat.

Eating crayfish is the best way to socialize, because you need to wear gloves and you can't play with your phone.

The staff present are all familiar colleagues, and they dare to make any jokes on weekdays.

There are artists present today, they have restrained a lot, but the atmosphere is still happy.

Wu Lei has a lively personality, can play with anyone, and quickly integrated into them.

However, he was controlling his weight and didn't eat anything. He just took a sip of the protein powder in the cup he brought from time to time.

Liu Yifei was wearing gloves, and while eating crayfish, she was also very happy listening to them chatting and interjecting a few words from time to time.

After being teased by Wu Lei and the others, Zhao Jinmai let go a lot.

However, she still didn't dare to intervene, so she chatted with Li Yi.

Although the people at this table were all her peers, the person she was most familiar with was Li Yi, whom she had only met once.

"Brother Yi, are you going to sell beef noodles on the show?"

She still can't forget the beef noodles she ate that day.

"I have plans, but it's very tiring to make [The Best Beef Noodles in the World]."

"It's okay, I'll help you!"

Zhao Jinmai shook his fist.

Li Yi smiled: "You are too weak, this job needs some physical strength."

"Then let Wu Lei come."

Zhao Jinmai recommended: "He works out every day and has great strength."

Hearing his name, Wu Lei turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Are you talking bad about me?"

"Tch! Who are you underestimating?"

Zhao Jinmai curled his lips: "We are saying that we need you to help with some work after the recording begins."

"no problem!"

Wu Lei rolled up his sleeves, posed in a curved-arm pose, and said triumphantly, "Leave any physical work to me, and I'll treat it as strength training!"

"good."

Li Yi nodded with a smile: "Your words are enough."

"Haha! Just come! I'm still worried about not enough training!"

Wu Lei laughed, then picked up the cup and took a sip of the protein powder.

Seeing this, Zhao Jinmai asked curiously, "Do you only drink this if you don't eat?"

"This is my dinner."

Wu Lei shook the cup: "Today is a low-carb day, so I won't eat carbs."

"I heard that if you don't eat carbs for a long time, you will lose your hair."

Zhao Jinmai looked at Wu Lei's hair curiously: "Could you be bald already?"

"What are you thinking!"

Wu Lei was so angry that he rolled his eyes: "Brother, with such beautiful hair, you can shoot a shampoo commercial, okay?"

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Jinmai pulled back a victory, smiled triumphantly, and shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, if you don't eat carbohydrates, wouldn't life be short of a great joy?"

"I didn't stop eating! I just ate selectively."

Wu Lei explained: "I can eat clean white rice, and I have to eat more on training days."

"Clean white rice?"

Zhao Jinmai was puzzled: "Is there still unclean white rice?"

"Yes, I have!"

Wu Lei explained: "Processed rice such as fried rice, bibimbap, rice in soup, and risotto are dirty carbohydrates, and I can't eat them."

Hearing his words, Zhao Jinmai immediately complained to Li Yi: "Brother Yi, he said your fried rice is dirty carbs."

"That's not what I mean, don't frame me."

Wu Lei explained with a smile: "Dirty carbs mean a mixture of sugar and oil. It is a food mixed with carbohydrates and fats. This kind of food is the easiest to gain weight. If you want to lose fat, you can't eat it."

Naturally, Li Yi would not be provoked by Zhao Jinmai, so he nodded his head to show his understanding, but then said: "The mixture of sugar and oil is indeed dirty carbohydrates, but the fried rice is not necessarily a mixture of sugar and oil."

"Why not?"

Wu Lei was stunned for a moment: "Shouldn't fried rice be fried with oil?"

"Who told you that carbohydrates must be fried with oil?"

Li Yi smiled and said, "You can also fry rice with water."

"ah?"

Wu Lei's eyes widened, a little dazed.

"Fried rice with water? True or false?"

He suddenly realized: "Could it be porridge you're talking about?"

"..."

Li Yi shook his head speechlessly: "Do you think I can't tell the difference between fried rice and porridge?"

"Is it really fried rice?"

Wu Lei was even more puzzled: "How can you cook rice with water?"

"It's very simple."

Li Yi explained lightly: "There are only two conditions, temperature and heat."

Wu Lei thought about it, but still couldn't figure out how to fry rice with water.

Zhao Jinmai was also aroused by Li Yi, so he interjected and asked, "Brother Yi, I've watched the video of you making emperor fried rice. I saw you add broth to the pot. Is that just water for fried rice?"

"clever."

Li Yi nodded approvingly: "The principle is the same."

"Huh? Have you seen it before?"

Wu Lei felt that his brain was going to burn, so he couldn't help asking: "Is the rice fried with water not a mixture of sugar and oil?"

Li Yi explained: "There are only three ingredients for water-fried rice, rice, eggs, and chopped green onion. The whole process does not require a drop of oil. How can it be a mixture of sugar and oil?"

"Is it so magical?"

Wu Lei was aroused with strong interest: "If this is the case, then you can eat it for fitness and weight loss!"

Zhao Jinmai swallowed, and couldn't help asking Li Yi: "Brother Yi, can you make fried rice with water? I want to try it."

"I want to try it too."

Wu Lei looked at him eagerly.

"Now?"

Li Yi spread his hands: "Shall I make it for you?"

"Isn't there a kitchen here?"

Wu Lei's social bull-nose syndrome occurred, so he immediately stopped the passing waiter and asked, "Hello, beauty, can we borrow your kitchen?"

"Borrow the kitchen?"

The waiter had never encountered such a request, so he was stunned for a while before asking: "What are you going to do?"

"We want to fry a meal."

Wu Lei explained: "Don't worry, we will pay the money, just use your raw materials."

"Fried rice? We have fried rice! You can order it, and our back kitchen will make it for you."

The waiter took the menu and indicated: "We can cook all kinds of fried rice, Yangzhou fried rice, soy sauce fried rice, seafood Tom Yum Kung fried rice, curry fried rice, everything is available."

"But... we want to make water fried rice."

Wu Lei spread his hands and asked, "Can you do it?"

"ah?"

The waiter was confused: "Fried rice with water? How do you fry rice with water?"

"It's water fried rice."

Wu Lei glanced at Li Yi: "It's fried rice that uses only rice, eggs and chopped green onion, without a single drop of oil."

"this…"

The waiter imagined this so-called water fried rice in his mind, but he couldn't imagine what it should taste like.

She hesitated for a while, then picked up the menu and said, "I'll ask the back chef, okay?"

After speaking, she turned around and left in a hurry.

"What's wrong? Wu Lei?"

Wu Kaiyuan saw that the waiter was called here, so he asked.

"fine."

Wu Lei explained: "We want Brother Yi to cook us some water fried rice, so we have to borrow the kitchen here."

"Water fried rice?"

Wu Kaiyuan was also confused: "Water can also fry rice? How?"

The other people at the table also heard this and looked at Li Yi in astonishment.