Almost at the same time, the other party seemed to feel something and turned his eyes over. Especially after paying attention to the clothes that were expensive on Broly, his eyes lit up and he asked with some uncertainty: "...Sir, do you want... rice noodles?"

Broly complained in his heart: "It's a ghost!" Then he went around the wooden signboard and walked inside. Looking at the clean decorations on the stall, he nodded with satisfaction, "You lend me this stall for a while," and without waiting for the other party to respond, he directly checked the ingredients and seasonings. After all, I had eaten rice noodles many times before, and the order of the dishes was well-versed, but the situation of this ingredients needed to be carefully checked.

Although Broly is now a chef god, the corresponding requirements for ingredients are also very strict. Although Broly, the poor ingredients can also make dishes with a deliciousness of 12% but this does not meet the requirements of being a chef god, so this ingredients must be checked.

Seeing this scene, the man stopped doing it, put out the cigarette butts and came to meet him. However, before he could speak, a faint voice came into his ears, "Stop moving," the voice was very ordinary, but for some reason, the moment he heard this sound, the man felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his head became a little drowsy, and subconsciously sat down again.

At this time, Broly had also checked the ingredients and seasonings. He looked at the man squatting on the ground in a daze and thought to himself: "This person doesn't look very good. The ingredients are not well prepared at that time, and the hygiene is also very good." It turned out that Broly thought the ingredients would not be much better when he saw the man's situation just now, but Broly was still very satisfied with the current situation. Although he still did not meet his requirements, it was not much worse. Of course, this cannot be compared with Senzaemon, so Broly was very satisfied with the current food.

While thinking, Broly did not stay or observe too much, and directly prepared to start the first meal of his own cooking in his life.

The cooking process of fried pad noodles is very simple. As long as you are not too mentally retarded in the cooking, you can learn this dish by just reading it a few times. However, if you want to make delicious and ultimately delicious, you have to take some effort. The preparation of the cooking, the control of the heat, the configuration of the sauce, the skill of stir-frying... Each step is very particular.

Although Broly can change objectively, it is very troublesome, so Broly is too lazy to change, but he thinks that he has reached the ultimate cooking skills in his subjective cooking skills.

But in fact, this is the case. At this time, after reviewing the cooking process of the pad fried noodles in mind, Broly turned on the heating switch, picked up the shovel that had been cleaned again, and poured two spoons of oil on the iron plate. When the oil temperature was right, he put the ingredients in and started stir-frying.

The snow-white pho noodles, as the movement of the shovel in Broly's hand, was up and down, as if dancing. If you observe carefully, you can clearly find that every piece of pho noodles seemed to follow a certain law, and all corners of the body were covered by the oil that was just warmed to the point, but only three sides would fall on the iron plate, and the other side would always face the upper side.

Moreover, during the ups and downs, the height is always the same, but there is no slight breakage or burning.

It reflects the chef's extremely superb stir-frying skills and is also very perfect in grasping the heat. At this time, I found that the pho has reached a certain level, so Broly directly changed his hands to one hand and double shovels to one shovels. The empty hand took the sauce and seasonings in the bottle next to it, and evenly sprinkled...

Even with one-handed control, Brolyna's skill in stir-frying did not decrease at all, and she still maintained that ultimate perfect state.

The flying pho is like obedient elves. Each piece is stained with a certain amount of sauce, no more than one point, as if it is calculated, and it can fully utilize the deliciousness of the sauce and will not destroy the taste of the pho itself.

"This is so wonderful!" The man next to him no longer had his previous trance and uneasiness. He stood quietly aside, not daring to make a slight sound, for fear that his actions would disturb Broly's movements and then destroy this beautiful scene. His face was full of intoxication and enjoyment, and even his breathing became anxious without realizing it.

But soon, a scent of irresistible fragrance instantly brought the man back to reality, "Gudong! Is this really just fried rice noodles?" The man suddenly felt that his ph noodles for nearly ten years had been futile, but soon, this depressed mood was shattered by the fragrance floating in the air.

He stared at the pho noodles flying up and down on the iron plate just like empty. At this moment, he had only one idea in his heart, that is, eat!

However, as Broly's rice noodles gradually came to an end, the aroma in the air became more and more intense, and the range of influence gradually increased, ten meters! hundred meters! thousand meters! Finally, under the breeze around, this refreshing fragrance directly surrounded one-third of Mox Street.

"Suck...suck...is the aroma of food?!" "Oh my God, it smells so good, I want to eat it!" "Oh, this is not a gift from God, right?" "Where did this aroma come from?" More and more diners noticed the aroma, and then followed the appetite emitted from their bodies, walking towards Broly step by step.

The already seemingly extremely numerous diners, driven by word of mouth and herd mentality, increased at an extremely fast speed. Even diners who had already ordered meals in the store and were eating hurriedly paid and then walked towards this stall that was originally unwilling to be held.

On the other hand, since the stall where Broly is located is only a hundred meters away from the main road, it can be said to be on the side, so it inevitably caused traffic jams, and there was also a large area of ​​traffic jams.

The drivers walked towards the car one after another, like a cat that smelled fishy, ​​and quickly walked towards Broly. Broly, who was focusing on stir-frying the pho noodles, naturally had no energy to pay attention to these.

Another minute passed, Broly stopped stir-frying in his hand, frowned slightly, took the plastic lunch box that had been prepared on the side, put the rice noodles aside, and put it aside without looking at it, and then began to clean the iron plate and shovel, preparing to fry again. Seeing this scene, the man next to him who had been impatient to wait directly took the lunch box into his hand. The sight of him narrowed his eyes and subconsciously blurted out: "The highest level of fried rice noodles... three sides are burnt!!!"                                                                                                                                                                                                
Chapter completed!