Chapter 111 Self-doubt

One hundred and twenty servings of rice, the simple plan is to make six kinds of fried rice.

They are stir-fried beef rice, Yangzhou fried rice, egg fried rice, banana fried rice, spring fried rice, and egg and celery fried rice.

Twenty servings of each type of fried rice.

Tang Zhen and his friends made fried rice by simply following the instructions, namely stir-fried beef rice and Yangzhou fried rice.

I thought they had a foundation, and since they were watching from beginning to end next to her, the results should be good.

The truth was that Jian Yan had thought too well. She looked at the six pots of fried rice in front of her and fell into deep self-doubt.

Is it that she doesn't know how to teach, or is it that Uncle Tang and the others are so poorly understood that she can't lead them at all?

With a deep sigh, Jian Yan first commented on the beef fried rice in Luoyang, "It's too oily. I'm surprised. Why do you pour half a pot of oil into the fried rice?

Look at it yourself, can this pot of stir-fried beef rice still be called stir-fried beef rice?

This is clearly beef rice with oil."

Luoyang, "···"

Luoyang wiped the sweat from his forehead. Could he say that he was worried about the pot getting burnt and thought that adding more oil would prevent it from getting burnt?

He absolutely couldn't. Jian Yan was not in a very good mood right now, and he was afraid of being scolded if he said it.

Then he admitted his mistake with a wry smile, "I, I won't do it again next time."

"I hope so."

Jian Yan nodded lightly and continued to comment on Tang Zhen’s fried rice.

Unlike the problem of Luoyang fried rice being too oily, Tang Zhen’s fried rice is not so oily that people can’t eat it.

Apart from the fact that the rice was not stir-fried in time enough, resulting in uneven heating and not allowing the rice and ingredients to blend perfectly together, it was barely acceptable.

As someone who is trying fried rice for the first time, being able to eat it without feeling unpalatable is progress.

You really can't ask for too much, otherwise Jian Yan is worried that he will be angry to death.

Tang Zhen was delighted when he heard this, and asked with a smile, "Does this mean that my rice is up to standard?"

The performance is not very good, but the idea is pretty good.

Jian Yan snorted and said calmly, "What are you thinking about? I didn't pass. I still have a lot of room for improvement."

"oh."

Tang Zhen responded sullenly, then quickly cheered up and said, "I think I can improve by cooking."

"I'm looking forward to your next pot of rice."

He replied lightly, and Jian Yan's eyes swept over Qiao Xi and the others.

She was not so gentle towards these four people, nor could she be.

You know, these four people got what they wanted under her close supervision and guidance, but the result...

Let’s not talk about it.

So, she pointed out the serious mistakes made by several people in the process of making fried rice in sharp words, and then criticized them severely.

The people who were criticized couldn't even raise their heads, and they only stopped after they promised not to make the same mistake again.

After reviewing Liuguofan, Jianyan felt as if his whole body was hollowed out.

Teaching people is really tiring, especially teaching a few people who have the basics but can’t be taught no matter what.

But there is nothing I can do even if I am tired. I have to continue teaching since I agreed.

Don't give up halfway.

She just doesn't believe it can be taught today.

He pointed at the remaining rice and the ingredients for fried rice on the counter and said, "Go on, I'll check on another pot."

"Okay."

Tang Zhen, who knew his shortcomings and mistakes, was now full of fighting spirit. He quickly cleaned the pot, turned on the fire, poured oil, added the ingredients, stir-fried them, and then added rice.

With the experience of failure in the first pot, the situation in the second pot was greatly improved.

Except for not flipping the pan, the other steps are remarkable, and the finished product is much better than the first one.

After tasting the fried rice of several people one by one, Jian Yan's expressionless face finally showed a faint smile.

"That's right. It will get better and better if you keep up this pace."

Thanks to God Xinyang, YIYI, and Yu Zhi for the reward, (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

(End of this chapter)