The Local Lazy Man System

Watching Li Qingyong get in the car and leave, Chen Jie stood at the door of the hotel and hesitated for a while. After gritting his teeth, Chen Jie walked into the hotel.

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After the banquet, Ye Guangrong left the back kitchen of the hotel.

"Sir, this is the back kitchen of our hotel, you can't go in."

As soon as Ye Yaorong walked to the back kitchen of this hotel, he was stopped by the hotel staff.

The back kitchen of each hotel is an important place in the hotel, and will not let the casual staff enter.

"I know this is the back kitchen, I just want to borrow a stove from your back kitchen to use it."

Ye Yaorong said.

"This can't work. Our hotel stipulates that outsiders are not allowed to enter the back kitchen. This gentleman also asks you for your understanding."

The female staff member shook her head and said.

Even the waiter of the hotel cannot enter the kitchen at will, let alone a guest.

"Call the person in charge of your back kitchen."

Ye Yaorong said to the female staff member.

Ye Xiandie is in a bad mood and hasn't eaten until now. Ye Yaorong is going to cook her own egg fried rice.

This requires the back kitchen of this hotel.

"Sir, even if the person in charge of the back kitchen comes over, he will not agree with you to enter the back kitchen. What you need to eat, you can ask our chef to do it for you."

The female staff member shook her head and said.

"I'm going to make an egg fried rice. Your chef can't make the flavor I want, so I have to make the egg fried rice by myself. You should ask the person in charge of the back kitchen or the general manager of your hotel to come over."

Ye Yaorong said.

"Sorry, our general manager is off work, I can invite the person in charge of our back kitchen to come over."

The female staff member glanced at Ye Yaorong and said.

The main thing is that although Ye Yaorong's dress is very low-key, for the staff working in the five-star hotel, their vision is very strong.

The female staff member saw at a glance that Ye Yaorong's high-end clothes without a brand were all specially made. This kind of specially made clothes are not available to ordinary wealthy people, and they need to have a certain social status.

Soon, the female staff invited the person in charge of the back kitchen. This was an old man who was a little fat, probably in his early sixties.

"I am the head chef of this back kitchen. My name is Zhang. Are you going to borrow our back kitchen?"

Chef Zhang looked up and down Xia Ye Yaorong and asked.

"Yes, I will make an egg fried rice."

Ye Yaorong nodded and said.

"Egg fried rice, simple, we can make it for you, our hotel has regulations, outsiders are not allowed to enter the hotel to cook."

Chef Zhang shook his head and said.

"You can't make such delicious egg fried rice, I still make it myself."

Ye Yaorong said.

Ye Yaorong is very confident. There is no second person in the world who can make egg fried rice that is more delicious than himself.

"Are you a chef?"

Chef Zhang stared at Ye Yaorong and asked.

"No, you only need to lend me a stove. I will make an egg fried rice and go back."

Ye Yaorong said.

"This can't work!"

Chef Zhao still refused to let Ye Yaorong enter the back kitchen.

For every head chef, this back kitchen is their territory, and it is not easy for outsiders to enter.

Seeing that the head chef didn't let himself into the back kitchen, Ye Yaorong was also a little helpless, he couldn't force himself.

After thinking about it, Ye Yaorong picked up the phone and called Zhang Wansan.

This hotel is one of the five-star hotel chain opened by Zhang Wansan. Ye Yaorong didn't expect to borrow a back kitchen, so he had to call Zhang Wansan.

Soon the phone got through, and Ye Yaorong told Zhang Wansan about the situation and hung up.

"It's useless for you to call anyone. The back kitchen is a major part of the hotel. No outsiders are allowed to enter."

Seeing Ye Yaorong hung up the phone, Chef Zhao said with a smile.

Ye Yaorong didn't speak, but waited quietly.

At this moment, Chef Zhao's cell phone rang, and Chef Zhao saw that it was the phone number of the hotel general manager.

"Mr. Zhao..."

"um, yes……"

Chef Zhao couldn't help but glanced at Ye Yaorong in surprise, and continued to speak with his mobile phone, "Okay,...well... Don't worry, President Zhao, I know how to do it."

"Ok... Ok..."

Soon, Chef Zhao put down his phone and said respectfully to Ye Yaorong: "You are Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry, I..."

"I just want to borrow your back kitchen!"

Ye Yaorong interrupted the compliment of Chef Zhao directly.

"Of course, of course, please...please..."

On the phone, Mr. Zhao repeatedly confessed on the phone that he must meet all the requirements of this Mr. Ye. If he is not happy, the staff of the entire back kitchen will directly settle the salary and leave tomorrow.

If you can't tell that the middle-aged man in front of you is very noble, you will have lived more than sixty years in vain.

Ye Yaorong didn't talk nonsense, walked into this back kitchen and directly found a stove.

"Mr. Ye, what can I do for help?"

Chef Zhao asked like Ye Yaorong.

Ye Yaorong looked at the various foods on the shelves of the back kitchen, shook his head and said, "No, I can do it myself."

After speaking, Ye Yaorong stopped paying attention to other people, and started collecting food by himself.

I ordered some leftover white rice from today, Ye Yaorong put the white rice aside, and then Ye Yaorong picked up the carrot on the edge of the cutting board and began to cut it evenly...

This knife-worker, all these fluent movements directly stunned all the chefs in the back kitchen.

"This knife..."

Chef Zhao also opened his mouth.

This is a kind that is fast to the extreme, but it is flowing and harmonious, and the harmony is to the extreme.

This kind of shocking visual impact left Chef Zhao's mind empty, and no thoughts could emerge at all, just like a dream.

Ye Yaorong ignored the shock of the chefs in the back kitchen, and did not stop for a moment.

Put an appropriate amount of oil in the pot and heat it to about 70% hot, pour the rice into the pot and stir fry.

During the frying process, Ye Yaorong used chopsticks to stir up the rice to keep the rice grains intact and let the rice tap dance in the oil pan.

After the rice was fried, the fire was turned on. At this time, every grain of rice that was fried was tapped in the pot, accompanied by a crackling sound.

I took an appropriate amount of eggs and scattered them in a bowl, and then quickly poured them on the dancing rice and stir-fried, so that each grain of rice was evenly covered with a layer of egg liquid...

After three minutes, Ye Yaorong put the fried egg fried rice in the pot on a clean plate everywhere.

At this time, the chefs in the kitchen were awakened from a dream, and their souls returned to their bodies. As the chefs returned from a state of absent-mindedness, everyone looked at Ye Yaorong like a monster.

Is this person making egg fried rice or doing a magic show?

The speed of cutting vegetables, cooking, and turning the pot is so fast that his naked eyes can't keep up with his rhythm. Although the movements are fast and fast to the extreme, the appearance of the fried egg fried rice looks golden and very beautiful.

Especially the scent of egg fried rice is exceptionally pleasant, giving people an unstoppable appetite~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The fragrance of green onion, the mixed fragrance of eggs and rice, and the scent of golden dragon oil. People have an urge to feast on them.

Seeing everyone drooling, I really want to rush to take a few bites.

"Ye...Mr. Ye, your egg fried rice is amazing!"

Now Chef Zhao understands why the Mr. Ye in front of him said he couldn't make the egg fried rice taste he wanted.

I really can't do it!

No matter what kind of color and fragrance, no one can do it!

When it comes to making this egg fried rice, Chef Zhao sighs.

"It's ok, thank you for the chef!"

Ye Yaorong said to Chef Zhao and left with the egg fried rice.

After all, my daughter is still hungry now!

Seeing Ye Yaorong walked out of the kitchen, Chef Zhao turned his head and stared at the pot that Ye Yaorong had just scrambled with eggs and fried rice with a few golden eggs.

Chef Zhao picked up the spoon, collected several golden egg fried rice in this pot, and delivered it to his mouth.

Suddenly, I just felt the warmth and fragrance of the fried rice melt in my mouth.

Taste carefully, the crispness of eggs, the toughness of green beans, the texture of ham, the softness of rice, the tenderness of mushrooms, and the freshness of shrimps. There is an indescribable feeling from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, giving people an endless aftertaste.

"Master, how does it taste?"

A young chef looked at Chef Zhao curiously and asked.

"Beautiful, it's so beautiful, this is definitely the best egg fried rice I have ever eaten."

Chef Zhao said with a look of intoxication.

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