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

"Guoguo?"

Li Yi called out her name.

The next moment, Guo Guo was like a lithe kitten, jumped up and hung on Li Yi's body.

Picking her up with a smile, Li Yi looked at her complexion and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, have you eaten well at home these few days?"

"Yeah! I eat a big bowl every meal!"

Guoguo compared the bowl with her hand, but the circle she made was as big as a washbasin.

"meet again."

Mr. Huang came forward to say hello to Li Yi with a smile, looked at Guoguo and said, "Her appetite is better than before, and she can eat a little bit at meals, but she only eats staple food and doesn't like vegetables."

"It's okay, cook a few more dishes for her this time, and make some adjustments, it should be about the same."

Li Yi said something and looked behind him: "Sister-in-law didn't come?"

"Come on, she is accompanying a friend in the back, walking slowly."

As Mr. Huang said, he also looked back, just in time to see his wife walking in with a couple: "Hey, here we come."

Li Yi looked, but his eyes passed by his wife, and stopped on the couple behind him, his eyes were fixed.

To be precise, it was the man of the couple.

And the audience in the live broadcast room had already called out the man's name.

"Damn it! Tear the onion?"

"Why did you tear the onion? Eh? Why did he change his girlfriend again?"

Turning around, Mr. Huang saw the change in Li Yi's expression, and hurriedly lowered his voice to explain: "My old man plans to cooperate with Wancheng Group to acquire a piece of land and develop it together, so let me get in touch with him more.

I know you have some conflicts with him. You didn't plan to bring him here, but he just took his girlfriend out to play and asked me if I want to go together, so I had to bring him.

But after he knew that he came to you for dinner, he said that he had already eaten and didn't plan to eat, so just leave him alone. "

Li Yi glanced at him, didn't speak, but turned to Guoguo and asked, "Guoguo, what do you want to eat?"

Seeing this, Mr. Huang was a little embarrassed. He knew that Li Yi had a problem with his way of cutting first and playing later.

"Eat fried rice!"

Guoguo raised her hands and cheered.

"good."

Li Yi smiled and asked her: "Let's have some fried rice, and then some other dishes, shall we?"

"good."

Guoguo nodded obediently.

Putting her down, Li Yi told Mr. Huang: "Find a seat and I'll make something for Guoguo to eat."

Hearing this, Mr. Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded quickly: "Yes, good."

As long as Li Yi is still willing to make something for Guoguo to eat, it doesn't matter if he eats it or not.

Although their voices were lowered, they could still be vaguely heard through the microphone on Li Yi's body.

At this time, in the split screen of the live broadcast room on Li Yi's line, unsuspecting viewers were sending barrage inquiries.

"What's the situation? Brother Yi has a conflict with whom? Are you tearing the onion?"

"What's going on? Did I miss something? How did Tear Onion provoke my Brother Yi?"

At this time, an old viewer of the live broadcast came out to explain the situation: "Get out of the way, the insider is here. When my brother Yi was still setting up a stall, I tore the green onion to eat, but he didn't finish it. Brother Yi thought he was wasting food , decided not to accept him.”

After learning the reason, the audience in the live broadcast room immediately started talking.

"Isn't this a bit too much? People spend money on food, how to eat, how much to eat, people have the final say, can others control it?"

"It seems that I didn't spend any money. I just ate the little girl's share."

"Laughing to death, he is the number one rich second generation, why can't he eat if he is rich? A cook doesn't even entertain people, so pretend!"

"The richest man is amazing? Can you give me a penny? If I don't do your business, I won't do your business. I don't owe anyone."

While the audience was discussing in the live broadcast room, Huang Gongzi's wife had already invited Wang Saicong to sit down with his new internet celebrity girlfriend.

The net red girl looked at the two female tourists at the next table eating fried rice with soy sauce, with a satisfied look on her face, and smelled the aroma of soy sauce, she couldn't help admiring: "That fried rice looks so delicious!"

Wang Shicong glanced impatiently, and complained: "What's so delicious about fried rice with soy sauce? I'll take you out to eat after shopping in a while."

The Internet celebrity girl nodded happily when she heard the words: "Okay!"

Huang Gongzi's wife laughed and explained: "The main reason is that our family Guoguo likes to eat the food of Master Li Yi. I will invite you to Xinrongji to eat later."

On the one hand is the business partner that her husband needs to win over, and on the other is the chef who helps her daughter adjust her spleen and stomach. She dares not offend anyone, so she can only try her best to smooth things over in the middle.

When Li Yi returned to the back kitchen, he told Zhao Jinmai, "Go and get a bag of bean dregs, another piece of southern tofu, and my rolled dried tofu. Bring me a roll."

Since Wang Sicong said not to eat, it's fine.

People like Wang Sicong have shame, and what they say will never be regarded as farting.

However, Mr. Huang brought people here without saying hello, and he was still a little unhappy.

Therefore, this time he cooks, he only cooks for Guoguo, Mr. Huang and his wife have nothing to eat.

Soon, Zhao Jinmai took back the ingredients he ordered, and then asked curiously, "Brother Yi, what kind of dish is this rolled dried tofu made of?"

"Nine Turns Bliss Intestine."

Li Yi explained casually: "It's the plain version of Jiuzhuan large intestine."

"Can you make a vegetarian version of the large intestine?"

Wu Lei heard it strangely.

"As long as you can think of food, you can make a vegetarian version."

As Li Yi said, he opened the bean dregs bag that Zhao Jinmai brought, and poured it into a small bowl.

The fine and snowy bean dregs are like ice cream, and they are like mashed potatoes.

Li Yi took a spoon, scraped a little on the surface, sipped it in his mouth, and let it melt on the tip of his tongue.

At first, there is a strong bean aroma, but the tail note has a slightly fermented taste.

Li Yi nodded in satisfaction, the degree of fermentation was exactly what he wanted.

Seeing Li Yi taste the bean dregs with a spoon, Zhao Jinmai curiously took a spoon over, scraped off a little bit, and licked it up with his tongue like Li Yi.

"How about it?"

Wu Lei asked curiously.

"It feels so dense."

Zhao Jinmai looked for adjectives to describe: "It's like eating soy milk-flavored ice cream, but it's neither sweet nor icy. It only has a bean flavor, but it seems to have a little fermented taste, which I can't describe."

After listening to her description, some viewers in the live broadcast room raised doubts.

"The acting is too fake. I thought no one had eaten bean dregs? The soy milk sold in the breakfast shop in front of my house is freshly made from soaked soybeans, and there are precipitated bean dregs under it. Every time I drink it, it hurts my throat. I also serve ice cream ? What about cheating ghosts?"

Zhao Jinmai scanned the screen, just saw this barrage, and hurriedly explained: "I'm talking about the taste, it's really dense, if you don't believe me, take a look."

As she spoke, she picked up the bean dregs bowl and brought it to the camera for the cameraman to take close-ups.

"Look, I'll show you how detailed it is."

As she spoke, she stirred the bean dregs for the audience to watch.

But after listening to her explanation, the audience got excited and teased her one after another.

"Believe it or not, just don't believe it, a little bit!"

"You have the ability to feed it into my mouth!"

"Call me husband and I'll believe you."

Zhao Jinmai was immediately blushed by these bullet screens, and was defeated.

"Okay! Stop teasing people."

Li Yi took the bowl with a smile and explained to the camera: "The soymilk you drink is made with a soymilk machine. It can't be broken into pieces. The bean dregs are relatively thick. My tofu is all ground with a stone mill. The bean dregs are very fine. , if you don’t believe me, ask Xiao Lei.”

"That's right!"

Wu Lei jumped up when he heard the words: "I did it all! I worked like a cow and a horse yesterday, and I spent a whole day grinding! I lost a catty of weight! Can you not be thinner!"

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