A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot Chapter 200

  Chapter 200 rellay? Brother Duan?

   Outside the restaurant door, the diners who were originally lined up in one line have now divided into three lines.

   And each team formed a long queue, and the end of the team could no longer be seen.

  Seeing Li Yi appearing at the door, the diners shouted excitedly.

   "Brother Yi!"

   "I finally met the real person! Brother Yi is so handsome!"

   "When will Brother Yi open? They're all starving to death!"

   "Is the pilaf ready, Brother Yi? It smells so good!"

   One person's voice is not too loud, but when dozens or hundreds of people talk together, Li Yi can't hear what they are saying at all.

  So, he raised his hand to signal: "It will be open in half an hour, everyone just wait a little longer."

   After finishing speaking, he pulled Huang Xiaoming to the side and asked, "Why are there so many people here again?"

  Huang Xiaoming wiped the fine sweat from his brow, and said helplessly: "The people who ate the thin-skinned buns didn't leave, but they came again later, and the number was only issued halfway. I think there are at least 400 people in line."

   "Four hundred people..."

  When Li Yi heard this number, his scalp jumped.

   Fortunately, two pots of pilaf were stewed!

   Otherwise, there is really no way to greet so many guests.

Seeing that Li Yi seemed to be worried, Huang Xiaoming thought he regretted giving the thin-skinned buns, and said with a smile: "Those diners who ate thin-skinned buns, when they bought baked buns, also swept the money for the thin-skinned buns Someone scanned too much.

  I did the math, and the turnover was more than two hundred yuan more than the normal sales. "

Li Yi didn't understand why he brought this up, but he didn't ask. He just said: "In half an hour, we can open for business. After the pilaf is ready, the turnaround will be very fast, and the queue will not be so tense. gone."

"good."

  Huang Xiaoming said with a smile: "Don't talk about them, I can't stand the smell of pilaf myself, and this pilaf smells too delicious!"

   "I'll save some for you later."

  Li Yi said something with a smile, then turned around and taught the three people who were not full to turn the pot.

   "You grab that side, I'll grab this side, and lift together."

   Not enough to eat, the three of them are discussing to lift up the pilaf pot together.

   These two pots of pilaf each weighed hundreds of catties, and they were scalding hot. They tried several times but failed to lift it up.

  Li Yi approached, and when he saw this, he stepped forward and signaled them to get out of the way.

  Following, Li Yi took two wet rags to the side of the pot, placed the wet rags under the pot ears, and then used his hands hard.

  The next moment, he picked up the whole pot.

Tilting the body of the pot back more than ten degrees, Li Yicai put the pot back, handed the wet rag to the three hungry people, and signaled: "Take the hot pot quickly, don't let the ink stains, the more ink stains, the hotter your hands, it's not good It's over."

  Looking at his relaxed face, the three of them were shocked and exclaimed: "Brother Yi, you are so awesome! Then you hug this pot?"

   "It's not heavy, it's only a hundred catties."

  Li Yi smiled and didn't care.

   The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, all of them speechless.

   To them, a hundred catties really doesn't count as heavy.

  Usually, their bench press weight is more than this, and this posture of carrying the pot is more like a deadlift, and the upper limit of weight is higher.

   But this is a hot pot!

  With a diameter of 1.5 meters, the only place where you can hold your hand is the edge of the pot, and it is hot.

   Not to mention the hot steam escaping from the rim of the pan.

  The difficulty of this deadlift is much higher than the barbell in the gym.

   "Too awesome."

  They looked at each other, then shook their heads: "Let's serve together honestly! Don't be brave, don't spill the rice, or the guests outside will tear us apart."

   "Remember, turn every five minutes!"

  Li Yi reminded him, and went back to the kitchen to prepare dishes.

   Half an hour passed in a flash, and Li Yi returned to the yard before the pot was boiled.

   When he came to the pilaf pot, he lifted the wet gauze covering the edge of the pot lid, and a fresh scent of sweetness mixed with oil smelled out, which was countless times stronger than the smell just now.

  Following that, Li Yi lifted the lid of the pot, and a puff of steam mixed with a strong fragrance spread rapidly.

   A few seconds later, there was an exclamation of admiration outside the restaurant door.

   "Wow! It smells so good!"

  Li Yi took the shovel, inserted it into the bottom of the pot along the edge, and shoveled upwards.

  The rice on the top was shoveled away, and the yellow radish that had been braised until soft and shiny jumped up and landed on the rice, covering the rice with golden juice, which was sweet and fragrant.

Reba and the others in the back kitchen were also attracted by this aroma. Like a lamb, Reba rushed straight to the side of the pot, staring at the mutton pieces buried under the rice in the pot, tears of longing flowed from the corners of his mouth .

   "My God! I seem to have returned to the Western Regions!"

   Reba was very excited.

  Behind her, Duan Yihong also looked into the pot with his hands behind his back, and smiled while smacking his saliva: "Leave me a leg, I'll eat it, tsk tsk! Don't be too happy."

   "Okay, no problem, I will give you a back leg."

   As Li Yi said, he dug out a soft hind leg from under the rice and put it on top of the rice.

   Smelling the aroma, Reba swallowed his saliva: "I prefer to eat the yellow radish inside, it's soft and sweet, and I can eat it every meal."

  Zhao Jinmai watched from the side, drooling: "I didn't expect the real pilaf to be so delicious!"

  Liu Yifei looked at Li Yi digging down with shovel after shovel, a little curious: "Brother Yi, what are you looking for?"

Li Yi dug out a piece of mutton, casually mixed it with the yellow radish and oil soup below and put it on the rice, and explained casually: "After the pilaf is done, you need to dig out all the meat underneath. On the one hand, it is convenient for cooking. , On the other hand, it can be cooled as soon as possible, which is convenient for diners to eat.

This digging step is necessary. It is not only to dig out the meat, but also to dig out the yellow radish and broth below, and pour it on the rice, so that the rice is soaked in the aroma of carrots, broth, and mutton oil. It also allows the rice and yellow radish to mix evenly. "

  While speaking, he had already dug a hole in the pot, and the meat, radishes, and rice he had dug out were all piled up on the opposite side, forming a hill.

   After digging, Li Yi took the shovel, looked at the people behind him, and asked, "I have to go back and make noodles, who will make the pilaf?"

"Let me do it!"

  Duan Yihong recommended himself with a smile: "They don't know how to fight. We still need our professional masters to do this kind of work!"

   "That's it, brother Duan will have to work hard."

  Li Yi handed him the shovel.

  Duan Yihong took the shovel and said with a smile: "Bring me a shovel, the pilaf must be served with the shovel to be authentic."

"major."

  Li Yi smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then found a strainer and gave it to him.

   "Go and help me get the plate, I'll serve it."

Duan Yihong gave orders to the hungry trio, then put on his apron, put on a chef hat, knocked on the side of the pot in a decent manner, and shouted in a Uighur accent: "Come, come! Pilaf, pilaf ! Sheep who is not married, you are so fragrant!"

  The authentic Uighur Reba looked at him helplessly: "rellay? Brother Duan?"

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