After listening to Zhou Yi's question, Jacqueline's belly started to growl. God can guarantee that she hasn't had breakfast yet.

"Uh, it looks like there's nothing to eat?"

Zhou Yi looked at the blushing Jacqueline, shook his head and said with a smile: "Is there nothing left?"

“The only things left in the store are a few eggs, a dozen pieces of hard toast, and some leftover rice.”

Jacqueline looked at Maupassant who was sitting at the dining table politely and said: "How about I go buy some food, but I don't have any money."

"Hey, Henry, Jacqueline, where is the chef in your store? Call him out quickly. Our beautiful hostess is very interested in getting to know him, and the 'back of the carp' makes people drool just thinking about it."

This old man has a very good appetite. He ate the back of carp very early in the morning. He must have come here to eat because he was hungry.

"It's too late to buy now, just have these things."

Zhou Yi smiled and gave Jacqueline a comforting look, walked up to Maupassant and said: "Hello Mr. Maupassant, I am the new chef, you can call me Zhou."

"Zhou, are you also from China?"

Before Maupassant could respond, the blond female host looked Zhou Yi up and down: "I am Amy Rui. I heard from Mr. Maupassant that you have a famous Chinese dish 'Carp Back', which used to be expensive." It was eaten by Empress Cixi, the last emperor of China. We really wanted to try it, but "

The girl glanced at the store and said rudely: "But now I don't seem to be looking forward to it so much. Because besides us, there don't seem to be any other customers here."

"This girl"

Zhou Yi secretly shook his head. The foreigner just lacked emotional intelligence. How could he talk like this? "Haha, Miss Amy, I must correct you on two points. First, we have a saying in China that 'the fragrance of wine does not fear the depth of the alley', which means that it is good There will always be people who like something, even if it is not performing well at the moment; also, Cixi is not the queen, let alone the last emperor of our country."

After listening to Zhou Yi's words, Maupassant burst into laughter: "Zhou, your personality is as cheerful as your sister, I like you. Go and get ready. You can only use the delicious 'carp back' to block Améry's cunning She has a small mouth. But you can rest assured that she is a very fair person. As long as you can make the delicious food your sister once made, she will be conquered instantly."

"Oh Mr. Maupassant, even Master Louis only allows me to admire him, but he is far from conquering me."

Amery glanced at the old man and said with some disbelief: "You have to know that not all French people are like you, who like Chinese food that is highly polluted and does not pay attention to nutritional combinations."

"Amry, be patient. I'm not a big talker." Maupassant winked at Zhou Yi and said, "Young man, hurry up and get ready. I have to rely on your skills to protect my face."

"Haha, thank you Mr. Maupassant for your trust. But what I want to make for you today is not the 'back of the carp'"

Zhou Yi said with a genuine smile.

"Is it?"

Maupassant glanced at Zhou Yi with some confusion, and when he saw his confident and confident look, he immediately laughed: "I know Zhou. There are eight major cuisines in China, and I heard that there are tens of thousands of famous dishes. You must have a better dish, right?"

"Haha, actually it's not a dish. It's just a kind of fried rice, egg fried rice."

"ah?"

Henry and Jacqueline were both stunned. Egg fried rice? They had also eaten the egg fried rice made by Zhou Jingjing with leftover rice. Although the taste was pretty good, it couldn't be put on the table. Why would you entertain a famous French gourmet with such coarse food? Bai Sang and the notoriously picky Amery? What is Zhou Yi trying to do? Is he going to destroy the 'Linshui Champs' sign?

"I have also eaten Chinese egg fried rice. It is the simplest food. All Chinese people have eaten it."

After listening to Zhou Yi's words, Maupassant suddenly became sullen. He felt that he had been treated lightly. If he hadn't had some friendship with the boss here, he would have made a fuss: "Zhou, you use this kind of thing." Are you coming to entertain Miss Amory and me?"

Améry also looked at Zhou Yi very unhappily. She was the leading actress of the Paris Food Channel, and wherever she went, she was welcomed by a large number of people. Even the most famous Master Louis in Paris would treat her to a meal very politely when he saw her. Good foie gras and black truffles, but this Chinese pretty girl actually wants to make some 'egg fried rice' for her to eat. Isn't this just treating her poorly? It's simply insulting.

"Monsieur Maupassant, I think we should leave."

Emery, who always speaks sharply, shrugged his shoulders and said: "I have no interest in this kind of junk food that is high in sugar and cholesterol. Maybe we were wrong from the beginning, and we shouldn't believe that this small restaurant can Make delicious food.”

"Améry" Maupassant frowned. Zhou Jingjing's face made it difficult for him to say such decisive words, but what kind of 'egg fried rice' could he stay here to eat? He would probably be laughed to death by the Paris gourmet circles.

"hehe"

Zhou Yi smiled and glanced at the French girl who was about to go berserk and the embarrassed Maupassant, and said with a smile: "Mr. Maupassant likes Chinese food so much, but I don't know if you have studied Chinese culture? We Chinese There is a wise saying, which is called "the greatest simplicity", that is to say, the simplest things are often the most difficult. In the same way, the real delicious food is what everyone is eating, but they may not be able to eat it well or eat it carefully. Something, this 'egg fried rice' is also the same."?

"The easiest and the most difficult"

Maupassant unconsciously fell into deep thought: "Zhou, I must admit that your clever words have made me tempted."

"I don't just rely on my words. In short, your trip today will definitely be worthwhile."

Zhou Yi glanced at the French girl again: "Miss Amery, if you leave now, I guarantee you will regret it very much, because you will miss the most delicious food in the world."

Normally, Zhou Yi would be too lazy to deal with this big foreign horse; but the second sister's restaurant needs to be revitalized, and this little girl's publicity is quite effective, so she can't give up easily, so he reluctantly whetted her appetite.

"The king of big talk."

Amery pouted her lips, but her appetite was really whetted by Zhou Yi, and she actually sat on the chair honestly.

"Wait a minute, Chinese pretty face. If your egg fried rice is not delicious enough, I will definitely criticize this restaurant severely on the show so that you won't even have time to cry."

Thinking of the cruelty, Amery could not help but wave her little fist, like a little girl who was angry with her father.

"Zhou, is this really okay?"

When we got to the kitchen, Henry's heart was still beating loudly. That little girl, Emily, is so beautiful, her body is in the golden ratio! I wish she could be my mannequin, but this little girl is too fierce.

, if the brother-in-law can't cope with it, the restaurant will be destroyed by her words.

Although he didn't care much about the restaurant, he didn't want to see this money-making place go bankrupt.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, we only have six eggs left."

"This is enough. Jacqueline, bring the leftovers."

Zhou Yi took a large bowl of leftover rice handed over by Jacqueline and looked at it carefully. It was not bad. The rice should have been in the refrigerator for two days, and it was cooked hard, although it was not as green and fragrant as his own.

It can be used to make 'egg fried rice', but it is more than enough.

"Henry, you drive home immediately and get some of my 'Generals and Prime Ministers'. You don't need too many, just one or two taels is enough."

After sending Henry out, Zhou Yi carefully cleaned his hands by the pool. He then asked Jacqueline to find two large stainless steel basins, a large bowl and a fine-eye colander for scooping dumplings.

Jacqueline didn't know what he wanted these things for, so she found them one by one according to his instructions, and stood aside to watch curiously.

Zhou Yi didn't rush to pour the oil and beat the eggs. Instead, he grabbed a handful of rice with his hands, caught it in a large stainless steel basin, and kneaded it gently.

"Brush la la"

After he kneaded it, the rice balls split apart and turned into tiny rice grains falling into the basin. His hands seemed to have eyes, only the grains were full and tough enough.

Only the rice grains were qualified to fall into the basin. Those rice grains that had deformed during the cooking process or had formed into crusts were separated out by him and thrown aside.

"What a dexterous hand. It seems to be even better than the boss's skills."

Jacqueline was stunned. This simple separation of rice grains was performed in Zhou Yi's hands, as if performing a wonderful dance. Those plump rice grains seemed to have life, falling into the basin according to a certain rhythm.

, making a pleasant rustling sound, which makes people obsessed with it.

"He's still a musician, right?"

Jacqueline was so fascinated that she sat at the dining table without realizing it. She held her cheek in her hand and looked at Zhou Yi without blinking.

"Jacqueline, remember, if you want to make the best egg fried rice, you must first have good rice. The rice must be cooked slightly hard and then refrigerated for one to two days, just like these rice."

Zhou Yi was also determined to help this loyal clerk. While separating the rice, he taught her the skills: "Now, take out the largest iron pot in the store and put it on the gas to dry-heat; don't put oil, wait until there is some oil in the pot.

If smoke rises, turn off the heat immediately and go do it.”

"Well, thank you Mr. Zhou."

Jacqueline was not stupid either. She looked at Zhou Yi in surprise and followed his instructions.

After she put the iron pot on the fire, she stared at the pot with her eyes. When she saw the smoke rising, she immediately turned off the fire and said excitedly: "Mr. Zhou, okay, what should we do next?"

Woolen cloth?"

In the past, when Zhou Jingjing made 'egg fried rice', she always poured oil and directly put eggs and rice to fry, but she never had many opinions like Zhou Yi did. Jacqueline was now curious and excited. She had already vaguely felt that this

The egg fried rice made by Mr. Zhou is probably not simple at all

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