At least Teacher Huang and the others figured it out after a lot of effort.

Of course, after guessing it, neither Huang Zhashi, sister Zifeng, nor Xiao Yanglinghua had any unnecessary emotions.

Cai Xukun is just an artist who has debuted for about a year.

I didn’t have much interaction with these people, and they were not familiar with each other, so of course there wasn’t much discussion.

Everyone still focused on the fried rice prepared by Li Yijiang.

The barrage rhythm between direct insertions also quickly ended.

Basically, they are a group of people attracted by delicious food.

The sky outside has gradually darkened.

Before I knew it, it was already six or seven o'clock in the afternoon.

At this moment, Teacher He and Zeng Yi, who had borrowed cattle and plowing tools from the countryside, had also returned to the mushroom house.

Unfortunately, Peng Ou was pulled by an ox while plowing the field, and accidentally fell directly into the field.

When he came back, he was covered in dirt and looked quite miserable.

Teacher He and Zeng Yi quickly asked Peng Peng to change clothes and then saw Li Yi who was cooking a spoon.

"Hey, so many people are watching Xiaoyi cook."

Zeng Yi and Teacher He suddenly became interested. They ignored the embarrassed Peng Peng and said directly to Peng Peng, "Go and change your clothes. Come down quickly."

Peng Peng expressed that he was very sad, but he could only change his clothes by himself.

But before Peng Peng went upstairs, he glanced in Li Yi's direction.

Li Yi was about to take action at this time, put an appropriate amount of cooking oil into the iron pot, and then poured all the cold rice into it.

Fried rice needs to be cooked overnight, otherwise it will have no texture at all.

But in the next second, an operation that shocked everyone occurred.

After pouring the rice down, Li Yiyiran did not use a shovel to fry the rice. Instead, he lifted up his sleeves and patted the edge of the iron pot gently, hitting the edge of the pot.

I saw that the rice in the pot was shaken up, and the grains separated. The round and plump rice was like a pile of snow, rising from all sides toward the middle.

After it collided with a piece, it scattered everywhere, hurting the Buddha and the goddess and scattering flowers.

But when Li Yi patted it with his hand, he clearly felt that the vibration of the iron pot was not very obvious.

But the smooth and full muscles on Li Yi's arms exuded masculinity like marble sculptures.

Needless to say, this seemingly random shot contains many secrets.

"Hiss~"

Everyone onlookers took a breath, and the audience in the live broadcast room was even more stunned.

“Why is fried rice so cool?”

"Is this a special way to make fried rice? Show off your skills?"

"After living for such a long time, this is the first time I've seen someone who shoots pots so hard."

Many people didn't understand the meaning of Li Yi's shot, but Teacher Huang looked thoughtful.

"This is a very clever stir-frying technique called shaking pan. I have seen a chef use this technique before, and the stir-fried dishes are much more delicious than ordinary dishes."

"I originally thought that no one would cook in this way anymore, but I didn't expect that Xiaoyi could do it."

Teacher Huang's expression was shocked, and everyone around him was stunned for a moment.

I didn’t expect that the idea of ​​​​slapping pots with one hand has such a long history.

Shake the pot, it sounds very powerful.

However, the person involved, Li Yi, turned around and said with a confused look: "What's wrong with the pot? I just accidentally slapped my hand."

"My hand twitched." Teacher Huang felt his face twitch.

After working on it for a long time, Li Yi's speculation method turned out to be an accident.

His face is quite hot.

Xiao Yang, Sister Linghua, Zifeng and Teacher He all laughed softly next to them.

However, Peng Peng, who was going upstairs and paused, made a loud pig noise.

"Ahem!" Teacher Huang coughed to signal everyone to stop.

Sure enough, it was a lot quieter.

But the live broadcast room was very noisy.

"Teacher Huang's big fight scene."

I thought it was a magical way to cook rice, but it turned out to be Li Yi's hand.

"Not to mention, the way of hand pumping is really magical. The rice is really shaken up, and it looks like a goddess scattering flowers in the pot. It's so beautiful."

"Yes, if Li Yi didn't deny it, I would have thought that what Teacher Huang said was true."

"Of course it's true."

The person involved, Li Yi, was very clear about it.

This hand is clearly what Teacher Huang calls a vibrator. Not only is it cool when used for cooking, the rice cooked is also quite delicious.

After mastering the shaking pot at its peak, chefs basically don’t need to use a shovel.

Because Li Yi also thought of this method, which has been lost in theory, and has a unique feeling, so in order to prevent himself from being exposed, he decided not to show his tricks.

It is easy to cook something like this, but it is difficult to hide the fact that you know how to shake the pot.

Li Yi took out two more eggs from the side and threw them up casually. When they fell, they happened to land on the edge of the knife that Li Yi had guessed.

"Click."

The two eggs were evenly spaced, with a crack in the middle.

The transparent and sticky egg white flows down quickly.

When all the egg whites had flowed out, Li Yi's hand holding the knife shook again, and the two eggs were completely separated.

The separated egg yolk falls directly into the pot.

The eggs were scattered all over the place, and Li Yiqi threw them into the trash can.

Then, Li Yi grabbed the stir-fry and started stir-frying.

During the stir-frying process, Li Yi's dazzling technique of beating eggs just now was once again amazing.

"666 Although I, Li Yi, don't know how to shake pots, my egg-beating skills can be beaten by anyone."

“This egg fried rice is really good.”

“This egg rice looks delicious.”

“Although the ingredients are still the same, my appetite increases just by looking at them.”

"It's just incredible."

"It looks like the level of acrobatics."

Of course, among all the good reviews, there will be a few people who accuse Li Yi of being pretentious.

But compared with Jie's overwhelming torrent of praise, these black fans are simply not worth mentioning.

And when Li Yi finished the fried rice and took out a large pot of fried rice, everyone could see the golden egg fried rice.

It was full of plump golden rice grains that were still shining under the current light.

The aroma of eggs hits everyone's nose directly.

Everyone in Mushroom House felt hungry after a busy day.

"It smells so good! I can't stand it anymore~"

Just when Teacher Huang and the others were about to come over and take a closer look at the mystery of the fried rice that night, a wail suddenly came from the attic.

It was Peng Peng who had changed his clothes. He couldn't help but let out a cry after smelling the smell of food.

Everyone turned to look over, and sure enough they saw Peng Peng, wearing slippers, jumping down from the building in two steps at a time.

A pair of eyes widened, staring at the stove.

"But don't you want to lose weight? I suggest you don't watch it!" Teacher Ge immediately came out to stop Peng Peng.

Master Huang also said at this time: "Teacher He is right, it would be better for you not to come over and stay outside."

Peng Ying was anxious and felt itchy in his heart. He begged repeatedly: "Just let me take a look!"

A few minutes later: "Just let me take one bite, just one bite."

After a few more minutes: "Can I just eat today?"

Before serving the meal: "I swear I'll just eat a bowl."
To be continued...