Chapter 110 I feel powerless even when I am angry
Fortunately, it’s about the same age as her original world.
Having satisfied his curiosity, Jian Yan stopped dwelling on the question and turned to Tang Zhen and the others, "Did you learn how to make fried rice?"
“···”
Several people fell into suspicious silence.
The eyes and brain have learned it, and if you use your hands, there is a high probability that they will roll away.
Especially Jian Yan's smooth pan-flipping skills, which were too difficult for them to do.
After listening to the reasons given by several people, Jian Yan was silent for a moment, "As long as you have enough arm strength, flipping the wok is not as difficult as you think.
The real challenge is how to prevent the ingredients from flying out of the pan when flipping it."
"You can't learn this overnight. Just practice. You'll get it naturally with practice."
Then he said simply, "Okay, don't hesitate, just go ahead and cook it. You can cook it with the idea that even if it's not good, it's still better than rice porridge. This way you won't feel too much pressure."
Tang Zhen and the others were stunned. How could this be done?
Lu Jinxiu was a little worried, "Will there be any problems if I eat it?"
"Won't."
Jian Yan shook his head, "At most it's just a little unpalatable."
Lu Jinxiu said "oh", and seeing that Tang Zhen and the others hadn't moved yet, but were standing there hesitantly, he said lightly, "Go and fry it, you'll get it sooner or later."
Jian Yan was just a short-staying visitor on Planet G57. The task of improving the soldiers' taste was not her responsibility, but that of Tang Zhen and his team, the resident chefs.
I have to learn as much as I can before Jian Yan goes back. The more I learn, the better.
After the marshal spoke, Tang Zhen and the others exchanged glances without hesitation.
Then they looked away and stood in front of the pot, recalling Jianyan's steps for making fried rice, and started working together.
The side dishes needed for fried rice were prepared early in the morning. Tang Zhen and the others only needed to follow the steps, pour the ingredients and rice in one by one, stir-fry them until cooked, and add seasonings. It was not difficult.
While they were frying, Jian Yan watched from the side.
Tang Zhen and Luo Yang were old enough, had been chefs for the longest time, and were quite skilled. Jian Yan had a mysterious confidence in them, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
Qiao Xi and the others were not able to do that. Their hands were not steady and their minds were not calm, and they had a lot of small problems. Either they poured all the ingredients in because the temperature was not high enough, or they swung the spatula too hard and the ingredients fell out of the pot and onto the counter.
It was even more terrifying when adding salt. In the previous second, Jian Yan reminded them to use the right amount of seasoning. The four of them responded well, but in the next second, his hand shook and all the seasoning went into the pot with a spoon.
In short, “···”
Jian Yan even felt powerless to be angry.
I could only remind him again, "I'm going to emphasize this one last time, your hands must be steady, don't keep shaking like you have Parkinson's.
When adding salt, it’s better to use less than too much. As long as the fried rice is cooked, a bland taste can be salvaged, but a salty taste can’t even be salvaged.”
As she spoke, she said viciously, "You'd better remember this sentence of mine. This time, considering that this is your first offense, I won't say anything. Next time, don't expect me to guide you. Just figure it out on your own."
"Don't···"
Upon hearing Jian Yan's words, Qiao Xi and the others became anxious and repeatedly promised that they would not make the same mistake again next time.
"That's better."
Under Jian Yan's close supervision, Tang Zhen and his friends finished the first pot of fried rice with trepidation, and then waited for Jian Yan to inspect the results.
A pot about the same size as a maximum capacity rice cooker can make 120 servings of fried rice from one pot of rice.
(End of this chapter)
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