Night Hacker

   Chapter 244 True Fragrance

   Speaking of egg fried rice, Gu He really loved it when he was a child.

   It may also be because he eats less, his mother always said that egg fried rice is not good for eating, so in the usual three meals a day, the occasional egg fried rice that appears because there are too many leftovers is so special.

   Every time my mother said that this meal of egg fried rice is like a holiday, and at the end there is not a single piece of fried rice left.

   Later, when I grew up, I ate a lot and tried all kinds of food, and egg fried rice gradually became ordinary.

   After all, this is just home-cooked food made with the most common ingredients and a few simple steps.

   At this time, in the eyes of everyone, Lao Fan calmly walked to the freezer in the kitchen to get some ingredients, which were still the fried rice ingredients that he usually used, cold rice overnight, eggs, and chives and some vegetables.

  Da da da, Lao Fan returned to the kitchen counter, picked up the kitchen knife and cut chopped green onion and vegetable salad on the cutting board.

   Then, Lao Fan stirred another bowl of eggs, until the egg yolk and egg white became a custard with a faint golden light.

   "Pretty good." Sakai Shukichi commented, "My grandmother was like this when she made egg fried rice."

   Of course, this is just nonsense. The two brothers and sisters don't know who their father is, and their mother has gone crazy early.

   "Lao Fan is also a cook after all." Boxer said, "It's not a problem to be better than your grandma."

   Lao Fan ignored their jokes. After preparing the ingredients, he started to boil the pot. Instead of using a normal frying pan, he took out a traditional Dongtu iron pot from the kitchen and washed it clean.

   It seems a bit exaggerated to use such a large pot to fry only one bowl of rice.

   But regardless of Gu He, Osamu Sakai who stopped joking, and Lindsay who was interested in drinking sake, everyone felt that they saw an old fan who was different from usual. This fat guy seemed to have some kind of aura.

   "The so-called program is actually a combination of data structures and algorithms."

Lao Fan suddenly said, "Algorithm is the method of cooking, 'a little oil, a little salt' - but this algorithm is not refined enough. To make an extraordinary program, the accuracy of the algorithm is extremely demanding, and the seasoning must be accurate to micrograms. The size of the vegetable grains should be accurate to the micron, the size, the order, what to put first, what to put, the time, and each step to fry for a few seconds, fry a few milliseconds, and then put something down.”

   Everyone was surprised, this is not like what Lao Fan would say, this guy is not going to be mad.

"The data structure is to put all the materials in order for higher efficiency - each material is a piece of data, and the data structure is their logical structure. Where to put them on the kitchen table is the best time to cook. smoothly?

   "Once the pot is opened, the time must be controlled to milliseconds, and the heat must be mastered to the extreme. For an optimal solution, the position of these data will form a structure, which is called a data structure."

   After listening to this, everyone realized that the ingredients and seasonings that Lao Fan had prepared earlier were all exquisitely placed.

   "The so-called food maker is the embodiment of the food-making process, who uses food to enter the Tao and pursues the ultimate subtle mysteries. But if there is no intention, it is just a fine industrial product; with intention, it is a miracle of food making."

  Suddenly, he turned on the hot pot, put oil in the pot, and Lao Fan's actions were done in one go.

The oil in the iron pan sizzled, and Lao Fan's fat face was still as calm as a monk, but the movements of his hands seemed to be phantom, fast and accurate, and he poured a bowl of egg batter and scrambled the eggs first. .

   Lao Fan held the champion spatula in one hand and a large iron wok in the other.

  Third period, dominated by the era, the eastern land of the natural school.

  Special host, chef profession, extraordinary food.

Chop the egg rolls, saute the ingredients, and pour in the overnight rice. Lao Fan's fat hands dance like a dance. The spatula in his right hand shovels out dozens of times in almost a second. The speed is extremely fast, but the strength of each stroke and time are in control.

   It is precisely these meticulous controls that exist the so-called heat.

  The aroma and smoke that rose from the frying seemed to form a holographic image behind Lao Fan, a tall and sturdy cook, dressed in a dark blue chef's uniform printed with "wide heart and fat".

   From the visual information they received, there was a strange light shining on that spatula, in that iron pot.

  The fried rice with golden luster, as well as egg cubes and vegetable grains are all fragrant.

   One life is two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

  The simplest ingredients can make the most profound food.

   "Ah this..." Osamu Sakai, who laughed the most just now, froze, sniffing his nose again and again, "It's really fragrant."

   Lindsay, Boxer, Sakai Huaqing, who is not surprised, the champion of the food competition?

   Gu He swallowed the saliva that he couldn't help but move, Lao Fan really seems to have two brushes...

   At the same time, Lao Fan's movements continued to flow smoothly without the slightest pause or panic. Some of them were the best solution. Then he added chives, sprinkled a few drops of soy sauce and other seasonings, and stirred a few times.

   Until he suddenly turned off the fire, he used a spatula to scoop up the egg fried rice prepared in the iron pot and put it on a blue and white porcelain plate.

   "Boy, eat it while it's hot." Lao Fan put the plate of golden egg fried rice on the bar steadily, his fat face calm.

   There was only such a small plate, and everyone was already gulping and looking at Gu He.

  Sakai Huaqing wanted to try it again, but was a little distressed in his heart, and blamed his brother and the others for forcing Uncle Fan's strength...

  He Sang has eaten this kind of food, then she or whoever will give him fried rice, he will not think it is delicious...

   "Uh, then I'm welcome." Gu He picked up a ceramic rice spoon, and before he ate it, he just smelled the fragrance of the rice, and suddenly seemed to understand Sophia's mood just now, because it was really fragrant.

   He scooped up a spoonful of fried rice, which was hot, fragrant, and perfect in color, and each piece of rice was dry and distinct.

   When he put this spoonful of rice into his mouth to eat, he suddenly stared, and his heart seemed to be surging.

delicious…

  This taste is the taste of childhood, the taste of hometown.

Gu He took another sip, and took another sip, and he was about to gobble it up. His cheeks were full of bulging. This is how he eats fried rice with eggs. Don't want to waste.

   Seeing how excited he was eating, Osamu Sakai looked at Lao Fan again, "Lao Fan, you shouldn't have given any medicine..."

   "Xiaohe, why don't we share it with you?" But Osamu Sakai said immediately, he couldn't help but be greedy, "Xiaohe!"

  Gu He ate so fast because he was afraid of being robbed.

  Don't share! Not sharing is the meaning of egg fried rice...

   "Really so delicious?" Boxer has always liked to eat shrimp fried rice, and the more you look at it, the more fragrant it is.

"It's delicious, it's delicious..." Gu He was still eating, and looked up at the fat guy, "Old Fan, my mother's fried is not as good as yours, but I still prefer my mother's fried. ."

   "He Sang." Sakai Huaqing saw his true feelings revealing, and the careful thoughts just now disappeared, and he just wanted to comfort him.

   She reached out and pressed his shoulder, but she seemed to feel his loneliness, and He Sang was homesick again.

  Gu He was eating and eating, and when he had mixed feelings, suddenly, the Holy Grail program suddenly started running, the holy water was rising, and the surging was so surging that it couldn't stop, and it couldn't stop it.

The word    food has always been an important part of life.

  The taste of food can travel through time and space and reconnect him with his childhood and hometown.

  The unforgettable taste of life is all there.

  【Holy water energy: 100%, ↑58%】

  Gu He noticed this prompt box and stopped the porcelain spoon immediately, still chewing in his mouth, Mom!

  Eating **** is also, the witch sister is honestly not deceiving me.

   But it went up by 58%, no, it’s just because it’s full, otherwise there could be more, it’s too fragrant.

   "Hahaha..." Gu He's mixed feelings began to turn into ecstasy, and he found a new field!

   This is the first time that he has raised holy water because he eats in person. Although any field always rises a lot at the beginning, the threshold problem will gradually decrease later, like he now goes to the House of Red Rain and does not increase much.

   And this is Lao Fan's meticulously fried rice, no other food can be so fragrant.

   But in any case, this definitely opened up the second battlefield of the Holy Grail War, marked by the landing at the dinner table.

   "It must have been drugged." Osamu Sakai looked at Gu He with sadness and joy, "Old Fan, what the **** are you doing?"

   "Really don't offend your cook." Boxer said.

   "But He Sang has been holding Uncle Fan before!" Sakai Huaqing was startled, no way, if this is the case, could it be that Uncle Fan thinks He Sang is deliberately acting strangely...

   "I just let him get back some of the flavors he used to eat." Lao Fan said lightly, still holding a spatula in his hand.

   "Haha!" Gu He laughed and looked at Lao Fan again, as if he really saw a strange food maker.

   Lao Fan, Fan Debao, will it be gold?

   He won the food competition championship with a golden egg fried rice, and now he really believes it.

   "Old Fan, it's so delicious, please cook another bowl for me tonight." Gu He said, adding another wave of holy water.

Osamu Sakai hurriedly said, "I also want to try this extraordinary food, it looks like a good drink." Lindsay raised his hand: "Then give me a stir fry." The boxer said, "Old Fan, Just cook a big pot for everyone."

   "Yes." Sakai Huaqing nodded again and again, "Uncle Fan, can I learn how to fry rice with you?"

   "Haha." Fan Debao gave them a sneer that made them taste, "Old Fan has the rice, but the champion doesn't."

   Dongtu Street Champion Chef! It's been so long, Lao Fan has fired this once.

  This thing is obviously different from the food for detection and the food for overclocking.

  Everyone was still circling Lao Fan, begging, begging, scolding, threatening him to promise fried rice.

   And Gu He continued to eat the remaining few bites, no one gave it, they would lick the plate if they wanted to taste it.

  100% holy water, except when the Holy Grail program was just installed, I have never fought such a rich battle.

   This is enough to make an attempt to activate the strange object. The six sleeping strange objects discovered so far, which treasure should be activated first? Think about it or toss with your own things first, otherwise you won't be able to take responsibility for damaging other people's treasures.

   Amid the noise around him, Gu He looked at a stainless steel oblong object placed on the bar.

   It's up to you, thermos cup!

   (end of this chapter)