Siheyuan: Being a fisherman in 1962

Under the light of the kitchen, Fade Chen was busy with his work, concentrating fully.

His hands flew skillfully between the spatula and the iron pot, and every movement seemed so calm and unhurried.

The rice jumped in the pot like a golden elf, gradually turning brown under the licking of the flame.

At the same time, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that this pot of rice was about to undergo the most perfect transformation.

Lightly sprinkle a handful of salt, and the snow-white grains instantly blend into the golden rice grains, as if adding a touch of mysterious seasoning to the feast.

At this moment, Chen Fei's movements suddenly became faster.

An egg was suddenly cracked into the pot, and the golden egg liquid quickly spread in the pot, colliding violently with the rice, making a "sizzling" sound.

The sound is like a beautiful piece of music, which makes people's hearts surge.

The eggs and rice are constantly rolling in the pot, the aroma is overflowing, and it is mouth-watering.

There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

This pot of egg fried rice is about to complete its gorgeous transformation.

Finally, when the last shovel of rice was turned over, the golden fried rice appeared before our eyes.

The aroma filled my nose, seeming to dye the entire kitchen with golden glow.

However, just as Fade Chen was about to serve the egg fried rice, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Then, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

The man looked at the egg fried rice in Fade Chen's hand, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but more of a complicated emotion.

"You...you can actually make fried rice with egg?" There was a hint of disbelief in the man's voice.

Turning around, Fade Chen looked at the person in front of him, feeling mixed emotions.

At this moment, his life will change dramatically because of this bowl of egg fried rice.

In the spacious and bright cafeteria hall, an inconspicuous dish of fried rice was served to Deputy Director Zhu's table.

Looking at the emerald green onions dotted among the golden rice grains, Deputy Director Zhu's eyes flashed with desire, and he reached out to taste it.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, the factory director came over and gently held his hand.

"Don't be impatient, let me try it first." The factory director said, picking up a handful of rice with chopsticks and putting it into his mouth.

His expression instantly became intoxicated, as if he had tasted the most delicious food in the world.

"This egg fried rice is so delicious!" the factory manager exclaimed with a hint of surprise in his voice.

Chew it slowly, and feel the softness of the rice and the tenderness of the egg flowers intertwined on your tongue.

Seeing this, Deputy Director Zhu couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

He was already starving, but was stopped by the factory director and could not taste the food.

But seeing the factory director’s intoxicated expression, I couldn’t help but wonder how delicious this fried rice was.

The factory director seemed to notice the deputy director's anxiety, smiled slightly, and quickened his eating speed.

I enjoyed every bite, as if I was enjoying a feast.

As the factory director ate, the deputy director became more and more anxious.

I couldn't help swallowing, my eyes fixed on the chopsticks in the factory director's hand and the fried rice in the bowl.

Finally, the factory director put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

He looked at Deputy Director Zhu, his eyes sparkling, "This egg fried rice is the most delicious I've ever had. Try another one, you won't be disappointed."

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Zhu couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and took a big bite from another plate of egg fried rice.

However, at the moment he was chewing, his expression suddenly turned ugly...

Deputy Director Zhu savored the egg fried rice in his mouth, but the delicious taste he had expected did not arrive as expected.

He frowned, his eyes full of confusion and disappointment.

Although this egg fried rice looks golden and attractive, it seems to be missing something, and the taste is very different from the description given by the factory manager.

Just as the deputy factory director was puzzled, a young man in simple clothes walked in.

He was Chen Fei. Noticing Deputy Director Zhu's strange expression, he walked up to him and asked, "Deputy Director Zhu, how does this egg fried rice taste?"

"I thought I could taste the most delicious food in the world, but unexpectedly..." Before he finished speaking, Fade Chen picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about the problem.

"This egg fried rice does have some problems." Chen Fei said bluntly, "First, the ratio of egg to rice is not right. The egg flowers are too fine and cannot be perfectly blended with the rice. Secondly, the heat is not controlled well enough. The rice is a little too soft and sticky, and has lost its elasticity."

After hearing this, Deputy Director Zhu suddenly realized that although this egg fried rice looks simple, it actually contains many skills.

He couldn't help but look at Chen Fei with admiration, but at the same time he was also puzzled by the chef who made the egg fried rice.

Just at this moment, a burly chef walked in. It was Sha Zhu who made this bowl of fried rice.

When he heard Fade Chen's comments, he showed an unconvinced look on his face: "You said there's something wrong with my egg fried rice? Your plate wasn't that good either!"

However, the factory director had already taken all the money.

Chen Fei's first dish was announced as the winner on the spot.

This cooking competition not only made Sha Zhu realize his own shortcomings, but also established Chen Fei's image as a gourmet in everyone's mind.

Sha Zhu also admired him sincerely from the bottom of his heart. It was indeed he who recommended Chen Fei to work in the kitchen, so he could be considered half a master.

He held a bronze kitchen knife in his hand, his eyes full of pride.

The second course of the competition.

"Everyone, do you know? This kitchen knife was handed down from my ancestors. It was a gift from the emperor! In the past, I once cooked the legendary 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' for the royal family."

Everyone listened with great interest, and someone couldn't help but ask curiously: "What does 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' taste like?"

Sha Zhu smiled slightly and pretended to be mysterious: "The taste is incomparable to ordinary dishes. However, to make this dish, we need to purchase many expensive ingredients, so I'm afraid we have to wait for some time."

While everyone was discussing this, Fade Chen walked up to Sha Zhu and said softly, "I heard that you are quite knowledgeable about 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall'. I wonder if I could ask you a question or two?"

"This dish is a royal meal, and it is difficult for ordinary people to appreciate its true meaning. However, since you are interested, I will explain it to you." Sha Zhu said in a pretentious manner.

He talked incessantly about the luxurious ingredients and complicated preparation methods of "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall", leaving everyone stunned.

However, Fade Chen just smiled faintly and said, "What you said is just the surface."