Chapter 63 Ruffer Omelette Rice

We arrived at Building B, Room 0101 first.

Su Xiaonuan rang the doorbell, and Xiao Liu quickly opened the door. When he saw the insulated bag in Su Xiaonuan's hand, his face lit up with a smile.

"Oh, Miss Su! Thank you so much! It's such a trouble for you to make this special trip!"

"No trouble at all, Master Liu, please eat it while it's hot." Su Xiaonuan smiled and handed it over.

Xiao Liu took the bag, and that familiar, irresistible aroma of lobster mixed with garlic and sauce wafted out again. He sniffed it with ecstasy and waved his hands repeatedly, "Okay, okay! Miss Su, take care! I'll come back for more next time!"

Su Xiaonuan smiled and waved goodbye, saying, "Goodbye, Master Liu."

As she turned to walk towards her car, Su Xiaonuan felt much more at ease.

The silver-white RV drove smoothly on the road leading to the Nebula Aquarium.

Su Xiaonuan drove with focus, while Zhao Liyue sat in the passenger seat, observing the surroundings through the car window with sharp eyes, habitually assessing potential risks.

The carriage was quiet, with only the air conditioning system making a slight noise.

Upon arriving at the designated area near the aquarium, Su Xiaonuan skillfully parked the car in a relatively conspicuous spot that neither obstructed traffic nor failed to draw attention to it.

A large number of tourists had already gathered at the entrance of the aquarium, mostly parents with children, creating a joyful weekend atmosphere.

"Do you need my help?" Zhao Liyue unbuckled her seatbelt, turned her head and asked, her tone businesslike and efficient.

Su Xiaonuan thought about it and realized that the operating space on the stall was limited, and two people might not be able to turn around properly. Besides, having an undercover police officer help out would be too conspicuous.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, "Sister Yue, why don't you rest in the car for a while? There's a small dining table over there. I'll call you when I need it; I'm probably too busy packing."

Zhao Liyue nodded, without insisting.

She chose a seat by the window, an angle that allowed her to clearly observe the area around Su Xiaonuan's stall while also having a wider view, which suited her professional habits.

Su Xiaonuan took a deep breath and began her "performance".

She opened the side window of her stall, set up a simple sunshade, and hung a small blackboard with the words "Limited-Time Dish - Rufu Omelette Rice" and the price.

Then, she tied on a cartoon apron, washed her hands, and lit the fire to heat the pot—a series of actions as smooth as flowing water.

The magic of the food began to take hold.

The first thing to be heated is the frying pan used to stir-fry the rice ingredients.

Pour in a little cooking oil. Once the oil is hot, slide the pre-cut, evenly sized chicken thigh pieces into the pan.

With a sizzle, the chicken meat quickly shrank as it was heated, turning an enticing golden brown on the surface, and the aroma of the meat burst forth instantly.

Next come finely chopped onions and diced carrots, which are stir-fried in hot oil until they become translucent and soft, releasing a sweet aroma.

Add the steamed, plump, and chewy high-quality rice and the fresh green peas, and stir-fry quickly and evenly.

Finally, pour in the specially prepared golden ratio seasoning liquid provided by the system, which blends a variety of secret spices and Japanese sauces. Quickly toss the rice in the pan to coat each grain of rice evenly with the sauce. The rice will immediately become oily and shiny, and an enticing savory aroma will emerge in layers.

This is just the prelude; the real highlight is the egg skin.

Su Xiaonuan took a smaller, round non-stick pan and poured in the beaten and filtered egg mixture, which had a perfect pale golden color.

She spread the egg mixture in the pan, and with a deft twist of her wrist, she created a perfectly round, evenly thick, pale yellow egg crepe.

At the perfect moment, when the egg crepe is almost completely set but still moist and tender in the center, she places a large spoonful of the stir-fried, steaming hot rice mixture in the center of the egg crepe.

Then comes the most visually appealing step.

Su Xiaonuan skillfully used a spatula and a small wooden spatula, her wrists deftly flipping, folding, and snapping, her movements as fluid as a dance, perfectly wrapping the soft egg skin around the rice filling, forming a full oval shape.

Finally, she deftly slid the entire omelet rice into the preheated white plate, and gently sliced ​​an elegant arc at the top of the puffed-up egg crepe with a knife—

A miracle has happened!

Like flower petals blooming, the sliced ​​egg skin naturally separates to reveal the tempting fried rice inside.

Most importantly, the inside of the egg crepe was still semi-solidified, with a smooth, molten egg liquid! The golden egg liquid, like warm lava, slowly and enticingly flowed out, covering the fried rice and blending with the sauce...

At the same time, Su Xiaonuan quickly squeezed out a rich tomato sauce, specially supplied by the system and made from fresh tomatoes and various vegetables, and drew a beautiful grid.

The colors—red, yellow, white, and green—are strikingly contrasting, and the shapes are so exquisite they resemble those of a restaurant dish.

"Gurgle..."

A clear swallowing sound came from Zhao Liyue, who appeared calm inside the car.

She snapped back to her senses, pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly, and subconsciously sat up straight.

Even though she had eaten that amazing bowl of tomato and egg noodles less than two hours ago, when this even more complex and tempting aroma forcefully entered her nasal cavity, her stomach involuntarily issued a protest signal.

It's an irresistible, complex attack that blends the aroma of caramelized meat, the sweetness of vegetables, the richness of eggs, and the whetting flavor of sauce.

She watched Su Xiaonuan's petite figure bustling about in front of the stall, her seemingly slender hands possessing such magical power that they could transform ordinary ingredients into such alluring works of art.

Zhao Liyue's eyes became complicated. In addition to her previous recognition of the cooking skills, there was an indescribable sense of inquiry and... a desire that she herself was unwilling to admit, a desire purely attracted by the food.

However, she soon had no time to dwell on these personal feelings.

The fragrance, like living tentacles, quickly spread in all directions.

The tourists who had initially rushed towards the aquarium entrance with a clear goal began to hesitate.

Someone suddenly stopped, sniffing hard, a look of confusion and longing on their face: "What's that smell? It smells so good?"

"Mommy! It smells so good! I want to eat that!" A little boy being led stopped abruptly, pointed at Su Xiaonuan's stall, his eyes shining, and his mouth almost watering.

"It smells like omelet rice? This taste... is so authentic! I've never smelled anything this good in Japan!" a seemingly knowledgeable young girl exclaimed.

As if guided by an unseen voice, the crowd began to turn.

It started with one or two curious individuals, then spread to groups of three or five, and eventually formed almost a small trend.

They were no longer scattered tourists, but rather gathered with a clear and direct purpose toward the silver-white RV, their eyes filled with the most primal desire for food. The scene did indeed resemble... a zombie apocalypse?