Siheyuan: Marrying His Wife Yue Qiluo, Everyone Went Crazy

Watching Feng Rui pick up the bowl skillfully.

Then he grabbed the eggs in the basket on the table with both hands.

Crack the eggs.

Crack the eggs with chopsticks and stir quickly.

Elder Wang and the others were stunned.

"Egg fried rice is just a simple fried rice, but it is actually a very difficult dish."

Feng Rui stirred the eggs well.

He put the steaming hot rice that the leader's wife had cooked into another bowl.

Then put in cold water.

Let the temperature of the rice cool down.

Then use a filter cloth to filter out the water in the rice.

Then, put the rice in a steamer.

Then put the steamer into the iron pot, and let the firewood of the earthen stove evaporate the water on the rice.

Just a few simple steps.

But it looks very troublesome.

"Could it be that what you want to do is Bodhi Yuzhai?"

The big leader saw that Feng Rui was going to make fried rice with eggs.

He obviously thought of something.

Looking at Feng Rui's gaze, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

It's really interesting for this kid to cook this dish for himself.

"What is Bodhi Yuzhai?"

The leader's wife obviously didn't understand.

If you have fried rice with eggs, you can eat fried rice with eggs.

This name is a bit too complicated.

Secretary Feng and Director Yang looked at each other.

Secretary Feng said with a smile, "The practice of Bodhi Yuzhai was first seen in Nanhua monks' hands in the early Ming Dynasty. It is said that one day a high-ranking official came to pay homage to the Buddha, and Nanhua monks provided fasting meals. One of them is called Bodhi Yuzhai."

"A high-ranking official will never forget to try it. After returning to Beijing, he will never forget it. He asked the cook at home to make it. Unfortunately, he couldn't make the taste of Yuzhai. He asked the cook at home to make Yuzhai one day."

"It happened that the cook was ill, and his disciple did the work for him. The disciple didn't know how to cook it. In desperation, he recalled the unforgettable delicious memory of the egg fried rice made by the old mother at home. The disciple did not stop cooking and served egg fried rice. The senior official After trying it, it’s just like this taste, and later high-ranking officials will definitely have fried rice with eggs, called: Bodhi Yuzhai.”

"Brother Rui is really an interesting person. Isn't the situation similar to ours?"

The leader's wife looked at Feng Rui, feeling a little sighed in her heart.

My cook, Master Liu, is sick, and my husband's is also a member of the officialdom.

Feng Rui meant to make this egg fried rice.

It is borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

This is the difference between people.

Being able to flatter so that it doesn't show the mountains or reveal the water is amazing.

"Ma'am, thank you. I really don't know much, so I can only cook this dish."

Feng Rui laughed.

"You..."

Wang Lao and the others looked at each other.

Could it be that they looked at each other and smiled.

I really don't know what to say.

And this time, seeing that it was almost time, Feng Rui opened the iron pot.

The steamer was removed again.

Then put the rice on top of the filter cloth into a bowl.

Then pour half of the beaten egg into the rice.

Then I washed my hands, let the hands be cold with water, and grabbed the rice for a while.

Seventy percent of the eggs were left in Feng Rui's bowl.

He chopped some chopped green onion and garlic for preparation.

Start the cast iron skillet.

Let the water in the iron pan evaporate.

See the iron pan burn to light red.

Pour the lard into the iron pan, and pour out the lard inside.

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While Wang Lao and the others were looking forward to it, the kitchen was very quiet.

"Heat the iron pan until it is red, keep the heat moderate, and pass the lard over the iron pan."

"At this time, there is no need to add lard, just add egg whites and scramble the eggs."

Done.

Feng Rui poured the eggs in the bowl into the pot.

Soon, I saw the eggs in the iron pan after being put on the fire.

Gradually agglomerate, golden yellow.

Almost seven seconds passed.

Feng Rui didn't see anything, picked up the shovel.

Gently put the omelette in the iron pan up.

Put it on a plate at the end.

Just a pinch of salt.

No additives of any kind either.

But with the eggs out of the pan.

The omelette was in the shape of a thousand layers.

And Feng Rui didn't waste time when he cooked the scrambled eggs.

With the same operation, the egg fried rice was fried.

When it comes out of the pan at the end, add chopped green onion.

Then take the egg fried rice out of the pan and put it in a large bowl.

Wisps of hot air wafted from the eggs and egg fried rice.

This smell is not so obvious at first.

But soon, Wang Lao and the others were taken aback.

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The strong smell and fragrance immediately attracted them.

"This scent..."

Just smell the fragrance.

Could it be that they were startled.

Eyes lit up.

Elder Wang couldn't bear it at first, and he was the first to step forward.

It's like turning into a greedy cat.

I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of scrambled eggs, and used a spoon to get a bite of egg fried rice and tasted it.

Just put it in your mouth and taste it.

He froze.

The whole person stared blankly at Feng Rui.

It feels a little weird.

"This taste..."

How long.

He almost forgot how long he hadn't had this taste.

It's not the smell of homesickness, or anything else.

Yes, it's the taste of home.

Long-lost memories came to mind again.

When I was young, my family was very poor, and it happened to be the time when Yuan Datou came down.

The country is in dire straits.

His father was a rickshaw driver.

In order for him to study, he would always go out to pull a rickshaw for a whole day every time.

And he couldn't forget that his father would bring him a small toffee every time he came back.

that time.