In the live broadcast room, Jiang Yang magically lifted up the big iron pot.
It can fit a child-sized iron pot, and it looks very heavy.
But in Jiang Yang's hands, it seemed as light as a feather.
I saw him flipping the pan with his left hand and holding the spoon with his right hand, and the fried rice was tossed in wave after wave like waves.
The rice, with each grain distinct, is orange-yellow in color. This is a miraculous change that occurred when the rice, originally dyed golden yellow by egg liquid, came into contact with red oil.
Small pieces of pig intestines are spread over the fried rice, mixed thoroughly with the rice, and when stir-fried, they each take on the shape of a small wreath.
The small slices of pork belly are even more tempting in fried rice, each piece is golden brown without being blackened.
The big iron pot makes sizzling and crackling sounds, which is a reflection of the ingredients fully releasing their flavor in the pot.
"Damn, the anchor has incredible arms! This huge iron pan, plus half a pot of fried rice, must weigh at least 30 kilograms, and he can easily lift it with just his left hand!?"
"I never thought the anchor, who looks like a scholar, would have such strong arms. Amazing!"
"I envy the anchor so much. Not only is he handsome, he also has strong arms, and the food he cooks is out of this world delicious."
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As soon as Jiang Yang started making rice, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room increased rapidly.
Many viewers were amazed that he could cut the pork belly into thin slices of the same size with his eyes closed.
Some viewers also drooled as they watched the spicy pork fried rice gradually taking shape in the pot, saying that it must be better than the previous fried rice.
At this time, many viewers asked Jiang Yang where he sold fried rice.
Jiang Yang continued working as he replied:
"It's on the highway, and there's a traffic jam right now. I can't move for a while. Is it okay for me to set up a stall?"
The live broadcast perspective only showed Jiang Yang frying rice on the stove. New viewers thought he was joking. How could he set up a stall on the highway?
The highway is crowded with traffic. Even if there is a traffic jam, people are too lazy to get off the bus in the middle of winter.
Suddenly, many people who were watching the show asked questions in the live broadcast room:
"How can the anchor be so desperate? Setting up a stall on the highway will definitely lead to him losing money."
"That's right, the anchor is really bad at doing business.
Others are in their cars, and you are in your car too. Even if you shout at the top of your lungs, not many people will know that you are setting up a stall!
Not to mention the noise of traffic on the highway, I'm afraid only the cars next to your RV will care about your business."
Jiang Yang smiled mysteriously. The best way to promote delicious food is its fragrance.
His fried rice cooking skills are top-notch, and the spicy and tempting aroma emanating from his RV can be smelled for at least ten miles.
He doesn't need to work hard to promote it, just wait and people will come up and ask.
Jiang Yang had just finished packing up the spicy pork fried rice in the iron pot when he heard someone ask him if he sold fried rice.
In front of the RV, Chen Hui knocked on the window skillfully.
"Boss, are you selling fried rice now?"
The car window was opened, the young man stuck his head out and responded:
"We have spicy pork fried rice now, 50 yuan a portion, do you want it???"
Yang Ling, who came with her brother-in-law, was shocked. How could fried rice cost 50 yuan per serving?
Isn't this pure deception?
It's obvious at first glance that he's a boss who takes advantage of others. It's not easy for anyone to get stuck in traffic on the highway. Many people are either hungry or eating bread and biscuits miserably.
Few people can enjoy eating delicious and warm food while driving on the highway.
There must be many people who have to buy this boss’s fried rice.
She felt very uncomfortable, and she pulled her brother-in-law and said, "No, no, it's too expensive, let's go."
Chen Hui bent his arms hard to prevent himself from being dragged. He hurriedly explained, "No, we're the first ones here to buy fried rice. If there's more people later, we won't be able to buy any!"
Yang Ling said unconvincedly, "A lot of people? Look at his fried rice, it's 50 yuan a portion. I'm afraid only those who have no other choice will buy it."
Yang Hui reminded: "You really don't want it? We bought the onion beef fried rice we had earlier here!"
Suddenly, Yang Ling's eyes lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, as if she had won a prize. "Is this true?!? I want it, I want it, I want it."
Onion beef fried rice had long conquered her stomach, and she thought it was a great deal to be able to buy such a delicacy for 50 yuan.
"Boss, I'll have one too.
Oh, brother-in-law, let's pack some for my sister too!"
Chen Hui nodded. "There are three in total. Do we also pay at the live studio window?"
The packed fried rice was placed in a foam insulation box close to the car window. Jiang Yang counted them: 1 portion, 2 portions, 3 portions... 15 portions.
It doubled directly!
Jiang Yang was very satisfied. It was different after changing to a large iron pot. He could stir-fry 15 servings at a time, which doubled his efficiency.
He took out three and handed them to the other party, "Yes, just place the order directly."
Soon another 150 yuan arrived, and the two diners who had just arrived had already opened the boxes and were preparing to eat.
Yang Ling just felt that she had made the right purchase. The fried rice in her hand was full and each grain was distinct. The fragrant and spicy smell of dried red chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns stimulated her subconscious taste buds, causing her to start secreting before she even started eating.
As soon as you take a bite, you can immediately feel the spicy and numb rice jumping on the tip of your tongue, and the pig intestines and pork belly are crispy and tasty.
At this time, the pig intestines are not only chewy, but also absorb the flavor of red oil and wild peppercorns, and are embellished with star anise, challenging the ultimate temptation of taste every second.
The pork belly is the finishing touch, with a crispy outside and tender inside texture that constantly blooms on the tip of the tongue and between the teeth.
Yang Ling narrowed her eyes, savoring the delicious food in her mouth. "Hmm... delicious, delicious. It's amazing that pig intestines can be fried so richly and flavorfully. Every bite makes me hungry."
After taking several mouthfuls of fried rice, she nodded repeatedly in satisfaction, but at this time a numb and spicy feeling began to hit her mouth.
“Shaha, Shaha…!”
Yang Ling's originally rosy and tender lips were dyed red by the spiciness, and the color became even brighter, and even the outer edge of her lips began to turn red.
“So spicy, so spicy…!”
She kept eating. Although the spiciness made her forehead sweat, the fried rice became more and more delicious and she couldn't bear to stop.
"Gudong, ...Shaha, my mouth is watering from the spiciness."
Not only was it spicy, but her tongue and lips were also numb. Yang Ling felt both enjoyable and tortured.
It was very cold outside, but she started to sweat. She couldn't help but take off her coat and prepared to finish this bowl of spicy pork fried rice.
Chen Hui, who was standing by, had already taken off his coat. He looked even more exaggerated at this moment. Not only was his nose running from the spicy smell, but his face was also red.
It's really hard for him. As a Cantonese, he would be stunned by the spiciness if he eats such spicy fried rice.
Although it was too spicy to bear, he still wanted to eat it.
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