It is reasonable to adjust the medium heat and cook slowly, so that it is not easy to miss the time, and also ensure that the rice and dishes are cooked at the same time, and that the essence of the claypot rice can not be wrong. There will be a layer of golden brown rice below.

Claypot rice usually takes about 20 minutes to cook, and the time varies depending on how easy the ingredients are.

Bai Lang and Huang Cai only took about ten minutes to start cooking, and the first one was Bai Lang's claypot rice.

"This is too fast, such a short time." Bai Lang couldn't help but sniffed his nose.

He usually cooks claypot rice for 20 minutes, and now it is ready in 10 minutes. It is really unbelievable. Of course, it is impossible for Bailang to suspect that the time is too short and the rice is not cooked, and there is no brainless problem with the pot.

See where this is!

"Hoop, hoo!"

The light yellow clay pot was brought up and placed on the table, it was still steaming and making noises.

"It looks really fragrant." Huang Cai thought he could eat claypot rice tomorrow.

"Wow"

Bai Lang carefully opened the lid with a towel, the fragrance was more intense. The first thing was the cured claypot rice, which smelled of the unique salty taste of cured meat, which made people swallow the water unconsciously. .

Slices of thinly sliced ​​salami and bacon yardsticks on the crystal clear rice, you can almost see the dark brown rice underneath through the salami bacon, in sharp contrast with the white next to it, and the red chili next to it , Crisp green vegetables lying on the rice, layered.

One of the diners who just entered the restaurant was attracted by this super-high-value cured claypot rice, and some foods seemed to have appetite.

This diner was Dean. He happened to be behind Huang Cai and Bai Lang. As soon as he finished eating, he came in naturally.

The empty space is the table for four people, who need to pass in front of Bai Lang, and the extremely high value claypot rice is seen in the eyes.

To be honest, although Dean can be called a small shop, he is proficient in the various rules of the shop. He has not studied all the dishes, the menu is too thick, and the learning progress cannot keep up.

Even Dean, who is good at French cuisine, has to admit that the spicy claypot rice in front of him is quite aesthetically valuable, and everything is just right.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but what can you tell me?" Dean Pi is also practised thickly and asked directly.

Compared to food, cheeks can't eat anything. This is the first lesson Dean learned in the store. The teacher who taught him was Wu Hai, and he remembered it firmly.

"It's claypot rice, which belongs to Cantonese cuisine." Bai Lang's English is quite passable.

"Thank you." Dean asked the answer he wanted and immediately went to his seat to sit down. He has made improvements to the presentation of sweet and sour carp. I believe that it won't take long before he can return to the country to dress ... Let the chefs open Vision.

In addition, he can show his hands on the show and promote Yuanzhou's skills.

Here Dean waited until Su Ruoyan came over and decisively said what he had just learned and sold now. By the way, he explored other claypot rice of the same type. In addition to retaining the sweet and sour carp, he also ordered two claypots. rice.

On the other side, Bai Lang's eyes have been staring at the clay pot on the table. His nose twitched, and when he smelled it, he felt that it was worth the money.

The heat dissipated, and the claypot rice became clearer and more appetizing. When Huang Cai couldn't help but want to beg for a bit, his food came up.

The first to come is Kaili Sour Soup Fish, and the overbearing sour soup tastes, directly impacting the taste buds, and calling back the talent of Huang Cai.

Bai Lang also eats, picks up the spoon and goes directly down the side of the pot, and then mixes the rice with the bacon, which is the correct way to open it when he eats claypot rice.

Obviously, even 10 minutes to cook, but the heat is not bad. The white rice grains and dark rice grains are gradually dyed with color, the shiny luster is very moving, and finally the golden yellow pot with a thin layer is set off The standard thickness is only one grain of rice, the whole body is golden, and at a glance, the fire is well controlled.

Bai Lang has been making claypot rice for more than ten years. He has been practicing for a long time and can cook a rice-thick rice cooker, but the color is darker and not very uniform. This is very rare.

Seeing the claypot rice cooked by Yuanzhou now, Bai Lang had to admit that Huang Cai was right in one sentence. The gap was too big to be found at all.

He knows how hard it is to reach Yuanzhou when he cooks claypot rice. He has only been close to it for more than ten years, but it can't be seen just when he is just right.

"Click"

A bite of rice noodles is crisp and delicious, with the sweet and burnt aroma of rice grains, and a hint of lychee aroma.

"It turns out that it is true that clay pot rice has a faint litchi fragrance, but boss Yuan should not use litchi wood?" Bai Lang looked at the kitchen for several times and did not see the wood stove.

The gas stove he has always used, a stove that is divided into many small stoves and belongs to the cooking of claypot rice, naturally there is no lychee or lychee.

After two or three times, Bai Lang scooped up a spoonful of rice mixed with sausage and bacon and rice and soup and sent it to his mouth.

The rich rice and meat aromas spread in the mouth, and a bite was taken. The juicy sausage and bacon were bitten apart, exposing the juice inside, and the flexible rice, which was chewy and delicious. It was delicious.

"It's delicious. It's really delicious. The bacon and bacon are just cooked, sweet and smoky one after another, and they are perfectly matched with the rice, and the proportion is perfect." Bai Lang finished one spoon after another spoon.

Just after putting down the spoon, Su Ruoyan sent his second claypot rice, white-cut chicken claypot rice.

Yuanzhou is counting the time. One claypot after another is always eating fresh, and the taste is the best.

"The next bowl, the next bowl, I can still eat." Bai Lang could not wait to lift the lid with emotion.

The Kaili Sour Soup Fish in Huang Cai has also bottomed out.

"The most authentic sour soup fish, there is no salt in it, but the taste is just right. Compared to what I made, it is really difficult to be elegant." Huang Cai shook his head.

In fact, Huang Cai ’s cooking standard is absolutely not bad. It can be said that he is one of the candidates for the famous disciples in Guizhou Province. However, in the last disciples competition, he went abroad for some things. The dishes are cold.

What can Huang Huang do, in fact, he is also desperate.

As a grassroots chef, Huang Cai is extremely talented. Kaili sour soup fish is very authentic, of course, this is before Yuanzhou was born.

After one dish after another came up, Huang Cai and Bai Lang didn't stop talking, and all the dishes ordered soon came up.

"Hiccup, is my stomach so small?" Bai Lang regretted holding his stomach. He wanted to eat, but he couldn't eat it.

"We can come back at night." Huang Cai also had a sense of expression on his face.

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