The Local Lazy Man System

"Boss, here are two Minzhou fried noodles"

Ye Yaorong and Liu Qingqing sat down on a clean table and shouted to the stall owner.

"Two servings of Minzhou fried noodles are coming soon."

Seeing the business coming to the door, the stall owner started to get busy and fried Ye Yaorong and the others.

The stall owner’s stir-fried noodles are very fast. In less than five minutes, two portions of Minzhou stir-fried noodles are ready to be fried.

"Ok……"

Looking at the fried noodles in front of him, Ye Yaorong frowned involuntarily.

This stir-fried noodles is not delicious. In addition to the raw materials, there is another important factor, which is the skill of the maker.

You must know that the noodles are soft, and it is very difficult to cook them thoroughly, let alone fry them evenly, and don't let the noodles dry and burn.

Therefore, if the skill of some fried noodle chefs is poor, the dry noodles are prone to sticking during the frying process.

Even if it can be shoveled up quickly, the dried flour will be broken. Although it is still edible, the taste and appearance are far worse.

Now the two Minzhou fried noodles are burnt on one side

Although Ye Yaorong hadn’t eaten the fried noodles yet, he could only give it two points.

No wonder the business is so bad, this craft is not good!

"Husband, this powder is not delicious."

After taking two bites, Liu Qingqing frowned and said.

Speaking of fried yangping noodles, Liu Qingqing likes to eat the noodles fried by her husband, which is the best fried noodles in the world.

"Then I will fry a portion of fried rice noodles for you."

Ye Yaorong thought for a while and said.

It seems that you have to do it yourself.

"Well, it's hello husband."

Liu Qingqing said happily.

I haven't eaten the noodles fried by my husband for several months, which Liu Qingqing misses especially.

"Boss, borrow your cooking stove and I will fry two portions of Yangping Fried Noodles."

Ye Yaorong stood up and said to the stall owner.

"What? Isn't my fried noodles delicious?"

The stall owner frowned and said.

"It's a bit unpalatable. It's mainly because you haven't mastered the temperature well. The fried noodles have very high requirements for this temperature. If the temperature is not enough or too much, the fried noodles will almost taste bad."

Ye Yaorong nodded and told the truth.

"Are you also a chef?"

The stall owner looked at Ye Yaorong suspiciously and asked.

The stall owner also knows his own craftsmanship of frying noodles. The craftsmanship is so-so, otherwise the business would not be so deserted.

But this craft cannot be practiced in a short while.

Only by constantly frying this powder skillfully, practice makes perfect.

"Be a chef!"

Ye Yaorong nodded and said.

"Then you fry!"

Anyway, there is no business now, and the stall owner also agreed to let Ye Yaorong cook the fried noodles by himself.

Of course, I also have the idea of ​​learning a teacher.

After all, if the dried fried noodles made by this person taste good, you can ask him for some experience, and then your craftsmanship will improve.

People who are doing their own business have extremely high requirements for this craft.

Now that the stall owner agreed, Ye Yaorong was not polite. He took the shovel from the stall owner's hand and started to stir fry the noodles.

Turn on the stove and wait for the iron pan to heat up completely. Ye Yaorong spooned a little oil. In the pan, after the oil in the pan boiled for two minutes, Ye Yaorong began to fry the noodles.

Ye Yaorong randomly threw the three people's dried powder into the pot twice, seeming to act casually, but in fact, the amount of dried powder put in each time was basically the same as before.

After the powder is dried into the pot, Ye Yaorong quickly stir-fry. This speed must be mastered. If it is too fast, the powder will not be cooked. If it is slow, the powder will stick to the pan, and it will be browned easily. The taste is much worse. Up.

I saw Ye Yaorong quickly and gently provoked each time, forming a beautiful parabola in the air, and then gently falling onto the pot. The whole process was like a performance, which made people intoxicated.

"This action? This speed?"

The stall owner watched innocently as Ye Yaorong was frying the noodles.

The stall owner has never thought about how to cook the noodles like this.

Now the stall owner understands that he is an expert who has encountered fried noodles.

Thinking of this, the stall owner couldn't help but get excited.

If you can learn this craft, the business of your own stall is not very popular!

Suddenly the stall owner stared at the movements of Ye Yaorong's hands, for fear that he might miss a certain subtle movement.

Under the eyes of the stall owner, the crystal clear powder was continuously thrown out of the pot by Ye Yaorong, and then quickly fell into the pot. The whole process was so perfect that none of the powder was damaged or burnt.

While constantly turning the stir-fried noodles to dry, they also constantly add various condiments so that the various condiments are evenly attached to each stir-fried noodles, no more or no less.

In the eyes of the stall owner, this is simply an art, an art of cooking.

"so amazing……"

The stall owner looked at Ye Yaorong with admiration. He had never seen such a skillful technique.

With Ye Yaorong’s constant frying, the dried noodles are also ready. In any case, some parts of the dried noodles will be browned in most people’s fried noodles, but the dried noodles fried by Ye Yaorong are still crystal clear. of.

It's like it hasn't been fried in a pan.

"What smell, so fragrant..."

"It smells so good, I'm drooling!"

"It seems to be the fragrance floating from there!"

...

With the scent of dried fried noodles wafting out of the pot, it immediately aroused the surrounding tourists. For the tourists who came here, they basically came for eating.

Such an appetizing fragrance naturally attracts many tourists.

"This fried noodle is so fragrant!"

"Not only the fragrance, but the appearance is also very good."

"I really want to have a bite!"

...

Soon there was a group of diners around Ye Yaorong, and many people couldn't help drooling. The fragrance of this fried noodle was really attractive.

Many people have eaten fried noodles, but it's the first time everyone has smelled such an attractive fried noodles.

"Boss, give me a portion of this fried noodle."

"Boss, I want a copy too."

"Give me two fried noodles, no, give me five, I want five."

...

The onlookers said one after another.

They regarded Ye Yaorong as the stall owner.

No matter what the people on the side say, Ye Yaorong devoted himself to the fried noodles, and soon three dishes of Yangping fried noodles with attractive fragrance were ready.

"I thought I gave it to you."

Ye Yaorong spoke to the stall owner, and brought two plates of fried noodles to his seat.

"My wife, are you hungry!"

Ye Yaorong put a plate of fried noodles in front of Liu Qingqing and said softly.

"Husband, your fried rice noodles are really delicious."

After Liu Qingqing finished speaking, he couldn't wait to eat.

Every time I eat food made by my husband, it is a perfect enjoyment for Liu Qingqing.

Only after coming to Beijing, my husband rarely cooks.

Now that I have eaten the fried noodles made by my husband again, Liu Qingqing's eyes are moist. I am really happy to have such a good husband.

"Boss, why don't you make us fried noodles!"

"Boss, don't patronize yourself to eat, hurry up to work, everyone is waiting."

"Yeah, we are all in a hurry!"

"Do you still want to do business?"

...

Seeing that Ye Yaorong was only doing it by himself, sitting down and eating instead of making fried noodles for everyone, the onlookers urged dissatisfiedly.

"Who told you that I am the owner of this stall? I am also a eater, OK? The owner is there!"

Ye Yaorong pointed to the middle-aged stall owner who was eating the fried noodles not far away, and said to the people around him.

"Are you not the boss?"

The onlookers were all stunned by Ye Yaorong's words.

You are not the boss. What kind of noodles are you cooking at the stall?

"Have you ever seen a stall dressed like me?"

Ye Yaorong said with a smile.

Now Ye Yaorong is dressed in a high-end suit, dressed as a successful person.

It doesn't look like a small stall.

"It's really not like it!"

People glanced at Ye Yaorong and at the stall owner who was gorging themselves not far away, they confirmed that Ye Yaorong was not the stall owner.

After all, Ye Yaorong's current Gucci clothes, if he really puts up this fried noodle stall, the money he earned this month would not be enough for the dry cleaning fees of the Gucci clothes.

"Sir~www.wuxiaspot.com~ your fried rice noodles are really fragrant. Give me a stir-fry!"

A young man greedily watched Ye Yaorong eating the fried noodles with relish, and said to Ye Yaorong.

"No time!"

Ye Yaorong said without lifting his head.

I'm not setting up a stall to do a fried noodle business, so why do I make fried noodles for strangers?

"Sir, we give money, double money, no, five times the money."

The young man said immediately.

"Not interested in!"

Ye Yaorong shook his head and said.

Not to mention five times the money, it is one hundred times the money, Ye Yaorong was lazy to make fried noodles for them.

"I'll pay a hundred dollars for a fried noodle, sir, what do you think?"

A middle-aged man looked at Ye Yaorong and said.

Such tempting fried noodles, as a foodie, if you don't eat it, the middle-aged man feels that he will not sleep tonight.

"No interest, please stay away from me and don't hinder us from eating!"

Ye Yaorong said unhappily.

It’s really uncomfortable to eat something with so many people around!

Seeing that Ye Yaorong really didn't want to make fried noodles for everyone, people had no choice but to leave!

After all, this matter is about what you want and what you want. People are not setting up stalls and doing business. They must be rich people by dressing.

People don't miss that few money, and they don't want to do this fried noodles. Everyone has no idea.

...

Ten minutes later, Ye Yaorong and Liu Qingqing were also ready to eat!

"Boss, how much is it?"

Ye Yaorong shouted to the stall owner.

"No, no money!"

The stall owner said hurriedly.

Today, the stall owner is very knowledgeable, what is real fried noodles.

The fragrance and the smell really make the stall owner have the urge to bite his tongue.

It's so delicious! (To be continued.)