Author: Round head and round belly

"Boss, is it you who sells fried rice here that costs 10,000 yuan per serving?"

Li Yi was recalling the method of fried rice when he heard someone asking for the price.

He looked up and saw a fat man standing in front of the stall, following three assistants, two holding fill lights, and one carrying a camera, standing on the side to shoot.

As they came over, the people watching the fun surrounded him, standing around curiously, looking at Li Yi.

"That's right."

Li Yi's words were concise and did not say much.

These days, there are several people who come to ask for the price, but without exception, they all didn't buy it.

After all, even a rich man may not be willing to buy one for fried rice that costs 10,000 yuan per serving.

But the anchor of the store is different.

The more gimmicks there are, the more the anchors of the store like it, because there will definitely be traffic.

If the traffic is high enough, just take an advertisement and you will make money back.

When Lao Tang heard Li Yi admit it, he turned around and looked at his assistant and laughed.

The sky-high fried rice priced at 10,000 yuan per serving is worth millions of views!

"What fried rice is sold for 10,000 yuan per serving?"

He noticed the phone being held beside Li Yi and looked at it: "Hey? Are you broadcasting live too?"

His big head appeared in the live broadcast room, which immediately caused the exclamation of several viewers in the live broadcast room.

"Damn it! Old Tang?"

"What's the situation? Has Old Tang come to visit the store?"

"Old Tang run away quickly! Don't be a guinea pig! This anchor has been selling for a week and has not sold a single meal! He is just a hype!"

Lao Tang's star effect is still very strong. He just showed his face for a few seconds, and hundreds of people suddenly rushed in from the live broadcast room.

"The chef god is selling his skills? Who is the chef god? Is Lao Tang?"

"Has Lao Tang opened a small trumpet?"

"Is this a shop exploring?"

In an instant, dozens of barrage were added in the live broadcast room.

Lao Tang just glanced at him and withdrew his gaze.

He looked up at the signboard, turned around and smiled at the camera guy, then asked Li Yi: "Boss, I know there is a God of Food in Xiangjiang who can make Emperor fried rice, but he only sells it for 5,000 yuan per serving. Why dare you sell fried rice for ten thousand yuan?"

Li Yi glanced at him and replied calmly: "You will know why after you eat it."

"Wow! I have a temper!"

Old Tang hit a nail and was a little embarrassed.

"What do you say? Do you want to take a photo?"

He turned around and asked a man with a backpack on his backpack.

He is a blogger signed by MCN institutions, and the company pays for the store visit.

The man with backpack was the project leader of the institution. He looked at the audience around him, then looked at Li Yi's handsome appearance and a clean snack cart, and nodded: "Photo! At worst, you can hatch two more periods of eggs."

As a project leader, the most important ability is to judge whether the content shot has traffic returns.

Obviously, the content of this sky-high fried rice is still very eye-catching.

Not to mention anything else, the appearance of the stall owner alone can support millions of views.

After obtaining permission from the person in charge, Lao Tang felt relieved and turned around and signaled to Li Yi: "Boss! Fry me one!"

Hearing his words, Li Yi looked at him: "Are you sure?"

Old Tang looked at him: "Of course I'm sure! What? Are you still afraid that I won't give you money?"

Li Yi glanced at him indifferently: "If you know what you are, you won't not pay."

"Wow! What a big tone!"

Old Tang smiled by his confident aura: "Don't worry! No matter whether it tastes delicious or not, if you announce the price, I will pay according to the menu price. If I step on the thunder, I will admit that I am unlucky!"

Li Yi didn't say anything more, just nodded and spit out two words: "Wait a minute."

After saying that, he started to prepare.

Old Tang looked around and couldn't find a place to sit, so he could only turn around and come to the project manager, curled his lips and shook his head: "I guess I'm going to step on a mine this time. The chopping boards of this little boss are clean. We probably want to be a guild mouse."

The person in charge comforted him: "It's okay, people who dare to be so arrogant usually have some skills."

"It's so bad. No matter how capable you have, it's a bowl of fried rice!"

Old Tang shook his head and complained.

At this time, the cameraman suddenly pointed to the stall and asked in surprise: "Is that rice? Why is that?"

Old Tang looked back and saw a bamboo steamer in front of Li Yi.

The steamer lid has been lifted, revealing the white rice with distinct particles inside.

The rice is of good quality, and it looks one by one, with clear particles.

The rice grains even have a feeling of mutton fat jade, crystal clear.

And there are small orange particles mixed in it, and I can't tell what it is.

"What's this?"

Old Tang came over curiously and asked Li Yi.

"Shrimp roe from Jiwei shrimp."

Li Yi explained casually.

"Hey? Yes!"

Old Tang murmured in a low voice, retreated in surprise, and said to his colleague behind him: "This little boss has something to do!"

"Why?"

The colleagues were puzzled.

Seeing this, Lao Tang smiled and explained: "This trick is called borrowing flavor, and it is to use rice to borrow the flavor of shrimp.

The method is to cut the fresh base shrimp, pick off the shrimp thread, then fill the soaked rice and steam it in a pot, so that the rice will have the mellow aroma of shrimp rosé.

Then add steamed shrimp roe to increase the taste of the rice and add more freshness."

After listening to his explanation, everyone suddenly realized.

"So, this fried rice is quite particular."

"It should be so particular, ten thousand yuan per serving!"

Lao Tang disagreed: "If I only borrow a little flavor and add some shrimp roe, I will definitely be dissatisfied. A meal worth ten thousand yuan per serving must not be treated like this..."

Before he could finish his words, he smelled a rich and fresh fragrance that suddenly drifted out.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

"What? It smells delicious!"

The marvels of the audience around them were heard one after another.

Guji!

Some people are swallowing, and there are many.

Lao Tang was also attracted by the rich fresh fragrance and looked at the snack car.

"It floated out of that jar!"

The camera discovered the source of the fragrance.

I saw Li Yi holding a wet lotus leaf in his hand. A brown jar that looked like a wine jar was floating outward with a slightly white water vapor. The rich fresh fragrance was floating out of the jar.

This jar is not very good-looking. It has been placed on the right side of the stove on the stove, and burned on a light fire below.

The lotus leaves in Li Yi's hand and a thick white linen cloth at his hand were sealed on the mouth of the jar before, without any gap.

Seeing this jar and smelling the rich fresh fragrance, Lao Tang couldn't help but blurt out: "Buddha jumped over the wall?"

Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is the most famous Fujian cuisine, also known as Fushouquan.

It uses exquisite ingredients, and requires precious ingredients such as abalone, sea cucumber, floral gel, shark fin, and jade pillars, and the method is extremely complicated.

These precious ingredients must be dry goods, and it will take at least one week just to soak them.

After soaking, these ingredients should be put together in the jar of old rice wine and simmered together with broth.

During the simmering process of Buddha Jumping over the wall, the mouth of the jar was sealed by lotus leaves, and almost no fragrance came out.
To be continued...