Chapter 113

Once upon a time, when he was still learning dregs, Qin Luo often cooked, but after becoming a Xueba, the kitchen had disappeared in his memory.

Think about it, I really miss it.

"Good!" Qin Luo nodded.

"Ding! With the release of the new task, four people were shocked by the new task. "

"The lonely Xueba needs the adjustment of life. Please use the top cooking skills to amaze the audience..."

"Reward: Xueba worth 1000..."

Although the value of 1000 Xueba is not much, Qin Luo should also be included.

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with the order of Tang Xuejun, the kitchen of Yanjing Hotel is busy.

As one of the most famous hotels in the cooking industry of Yanjing, you can find all kinds of food here, whether it is flying in the sky, swimming in water, or running on the ground. There are all kinds of animal protection here.

What's more, all the ingredients used here are top-notch, without any dregs.

Walking in the middle of many food materials, qinluo has a kind of Wanhua gradually attractive eye feeling.

"What do you say he will do?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll make Sixi pills again."

"Maybe..."

Outside the kitchen, people are talking, each pair of eyes are curiously staring at Qin Luo.

Under the public's gaze, Qin Luo picked up the egg.

I picked some scallions, carrots, and then some ham.

Fried rice with eggs!

The three words came out of people's minds for no reason.

They couldn't think of anything else except eggs, ham, scallions, carrots and fried rice with eggs.

"He can't cook fried rice with eggs, can he?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Isn't it something everyone can do?"

"Hehe, do you think fried rice with eggs is easy? In fact, fried rice with eggs is the most difficult dish to make. " Tang Xuejun said with a smile.

The simpler it is, the harder it is to do it well.

Fried rice with eggs is not easy. I don't know how many famous chefs have broken their feet in fried rice with eggs.

The top egg fried rice, not only to separate the rice grains, but also stained with eggs!

He was looking forward to how qinluo could make an egg fried rice.

Quiet, dead quiet.

The whole kitchen was silent.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes Qin Luo is like a wood in the same place.

Suddenly, Qin Luo snapped his finger.

Music？ What the hell? All of them were in the same place.

Only Tang Xuejun's eyes twinkled.

He came up with a legend in which the master chef would consider the feelings of the diners while cooking, usually accompanied by music.

Cooking in their eyes is a kind of enjoyment, not cooking for the sake of cooking.

At this time, Qin Luo finally moved. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and started cloud music.

"Card wipe."

The sound of beating eggs came from the kitchen. Everyone was stunned, but they didn't beat the eggs yet? How can there be the sound of breaking eggs.

"Click, click, click, click." Then there was the sound of the egg beating flowers.

People can't laugh or cry. Together, this is the music in Qin Luo's mouth.

Big brother, you this also he perfunctory? Tang Xuejun's mouth was unnatural.

No matter how many people talk about it, Qin Luo is an old God with his hands on his back and a smile on his face.

"Dada dada ~" chopsticks and scrambled eggs sound faster and faster, people's expressions also changed.

"Eh, the sound seems to have some rhythm."

"Don't say it's a nice voice!"

"Dong!"

The sound of gongs shocked everyone.