Chapter 113： Hey egg fried rice (2/2)
The simpler the thing, the harder it is to do it well.
Egg fried rice is not easy, I don't know how many famous chefs have broken the sand on egg fried rice.
The best egg fried rice, not only the rice should be separated, but also the egg!
He is looking forward to what kind of egg fried rice Qin Luo can make.
Quiet, deadly quiet.
The whole kitchen was silent.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes... Qin Luo froze in place like a wood.
”Music” suddenly, Qin Luo snapped his fingers.
Music? What the hell? Everyone was stunned in place.
Only Tang Xuejun's eyes shone with brilliance.
He thought of a legend that the master cook would take into account the feelings of the diners while cooking, usually accompanied by music.
To them, cooking is a kind of enjoyment, not cooking for the sake of cooking.
At this moment, Qin Luo finally moved. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on Cloud Music.
”Crazy.”
A sound like beating eggs came from the kitchen. Everyone was taken aback. Haven't the eggs been beaten yet? How can there be the sound of beating eggs.
”Crack, crack, crack, crack.” Then there was a sound of beating eggs.
Everyone couldn't laugh or cry, co-authoring this is the music Qin Luo said.
Brother, are you doing this perfunctory? Tang Xuejun's mouth twitched unnaturally.
No matter how everyone talks, Qin Luo is an old **** with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.
”Da da da da da~” The chopsticks and the egg churning became faster and faster, and everyone's expressions changed accordingly.
”Huh~ this sound seems to have a little rhythm.”
”Don't say that this sound is pretty good!”
”Boom!”
The sound of a shaking gong shocked everyone's spirits.