Gourmet: Midnight Vending-Chapter 347 - 324: The Best Fried Rice Is Devoured Hungrily

Chapter 347: Chapter 324: The Best Fried Rice Is Devoured Hungrily

Qin Zhenhai took a bite of the fried rice, his face remained calm, but as he chewed, his pupils visibly dilated.

"How could it be..." Qin Zhenhai’s mind was in turmoil.

This big spoonful of fried rice contained many ingredients. Although Yu Hongtao was stingy, Chen Mo managed to cook them all very evenly.

As he bit down, the first sensation was a slightly charred crispness, but this texture disappeared quickly. What truly shocked Qin Zhenhai was...

After that hint of charred crispness came a rush of chicken broth flavor!

Before he could properly savor and ponder why the chicken flavor was so rich...

The bits of sausage burst with hot oil between his teeth, but the quantity was so little it didn’t feel greasy at all.

Just when Qin Zhenhai was about to carefully savor it, the aroma of Shaoxing wine seemed to capture that bit of oil, pulling it downwards, giving him no chance to think.

His cheeks were puffed, the sausage flavor disappeared, and the chilled shrimp’s bouncy texture immediately filled the gap, with salty and fresh flavors crashing like waves.

Just as he smelled earlier, the three flavors complemented each other, merging into one!

Qin Zhenhai felt his taste buds had never been so busy, intending to savor this sensation when another new flavor rushed forward, just as he was about to appreciate it, yet another different flavor came on.

Waves upon waves, layers covering layers, making one feel intoxicated to the point of ecstasy.

And when he truly came to realize, it was gone...

"Elder Qin, how does it taste?"

Gao Hao saw Qin Zhenhai smacking his lips without saying a word and felt anxious.

This matter concerned his job.

If it worked out, he would surely be recommended for promotion in the future. If it failed, writing a self-criticism would be the least of his worries!

Qin Zhenhai smacked his lips a few more times, "No, I didn’t get the taste. Hey, brother, could you give me... No, where’s your rice?"

He looked down intending to ask Yu Hongtao for another bite, only to see Yu Hongtao holding an empty bowl, his entire face buried in it as if searching for lost grains of rice.

"Tasty, refreshing! This fried rice is incredible!" Yu Hongtao realized where his remaining 200 yuan would be spent, "Boss, two more fried rice, please!"

Since Qin Zhenhai had just given him 180 yuan, buying two more fried rice was easy.

Qin Zhenhai was speechless. He had only taken a single bite, and the guy had finished the entire bowl.

He thought to himself, "I savored it slowly and didn’t taste anything, yet you’re wolfing it down like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, what could you possibly taste?"

"Young boss, get me a fried rice too. I must say, this fried rice is quite something." Qin Zhenhai also approached the food cart to order a fried rice.

"Thanks for the compliment." Chen Mo didn’t show any humility.

Because it was purely stating the obvious, this fried rice could be said to be the peak of all his skills, bringing cooking, stir-frying, pan-frying, and so on to the extreme.

Moreover, at present, Chen Mo could only make three portions at most in one go.

Start the pan and heat the oil!

This time, Qin Zhenhai watched every move Chen Mo made with keen interest, not daring to underestimate him.

As he saw Chen Mo cooking the egg yolk into a golden blanket, Qin Zhenhai curiously asked, "Young man, is there a secret to cooking the egg yolk like this?"

Chen Mo figured the person before him must be someone significant, having overheard him associated with some culinary association.

For such questions, he didn’t have much reservation.

After all, to put it bluntly.

Making such rice isn’t as simple as knowing how. Zhou Yu at Wanglong Mountain knew how Chen Mo made those meatballs, but he couldn’t replicate them, right?

Skills are something that can never truly be copied.

"By cooking the egg yolk this way, part of it envelops the rice, while another part adorns the fried rice, adding the fresh aroma of eggs."

Just like the principle Chen Mo realized years ago while frying rice at the bridge, if you’re making fried rice, there must be eggs.

These two ingredients seem naturally paired. Separately frying rice or eggs, the flavor would be mediocre. But once they come together, the taste will explode exponentially!

In the midst of conversation, Chen Mo had already moved to the next step.

Qin Zhenhai widened his eyes and hurriedly asked, "Young man, is there a trick with the sausage and ham?"

Because from that small tasting earlier, Qin Zhenhai could confirm one thing: Chen Mo’s fried rice was fundamentally based on Yangzhou fried rice, with little improvements here and there that transformed it completely.

In other words, it still tasted like Yangzhou fried rice but with textures and flavors far superior.

"Ham tends to be dry, and the oil from the sausage perfectly compensates for that, making it more moist to taste."

Qin Zhenhai felt he was gaining knowledge.

Hurriedly asking, "And this? What’s the deal with adding garlic slices?"

"To suppress greasiness!"

Swoosh!

Using an old trick, Chen Mo flipped the rice into the air and instantly ladled chicken broth into it, turning the broth into steam under high heat, only for the falling rice to catch it before it could escape.

"Tsss! And this, besides looking good, what else does it do?"

Chen Mo’s hands didn’t stop, but he sighed inwardly.