"On sunny days, fried rice is better with music."

Yusheng smiled and gave a thumbs up to Lun and Gao Sha Zhihui.

"A song" the Great Wall "is dedicated to you."

“……”

Although yesterday, when we were communicating with Yusheng, Yusheng always turned on the music player to score music for himself. But we are still not used to Yusheng\'s practice.

In fact, Yusheng feels very embarrassed when he does this kind of thing to match himself with background music. However, since the task of pretending to be forced like the wind began, it must be reasonable to specially send yourself a collection of BGM. So Yusheng naturally wants to make use of these music.

"Well, Yusheng. Or you\'d better turn off the music. It\'s a little embarrassing." Gao Sha Zhihui smiled and waved to Yusheng.

Yusheng himself was a little embarrassed, so he turned off the music.

Then the two tasters looked at the fried rice and discussed it before eating.

"Eggs and scallions are no different from ordinary fried rice."

Lun also saw that the fried rice looked the same as the fried rice he usually ate, so he was more relieved.

"Well, but what\'s red inside is god horse?"

Gao Sha Zhihui was a little curious to see some red things in the. But I didn\'t care much.

"Forget it, try it first."

Both of them sent the fried rice in the spoon to their mouth. After chewing for a while, they suddenly stared!

"This! This smell is..."

At this time, Yusheng involuntarily took out his mobile phone and began to play music again.

Suddenly, they felt like they had come to a snow mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was a huge lake, in which many lotus flowers grew. Moreover, the budding flower buds bloom at the moment of their arrival, and the elves sleeping in the flower buds wake up. Then the elves come to their side, fly back and forth around themselves, and send out bursts of charming laughter.

After savoring the fried rice in their mouth for a while, the two people began to talk about fried rice crazily and put it in their mouth. As if someone would rob them.

After eating, they touched their stomachs with satisfaction.

"Really, Yusheng\'s fried rice is so delicious that I eat too much. I\'m already fat. Now I\'m going to get fatter. I have to go on a diet at night." Gao Sha Zhihui joked with Yusheng.

"How? The monitor is in great shape now. He\'s not fat at all."

"Classmate Yusheng, can you make me some fried rice in the future?"

"Of course, if the monitor wants to eat, just tell me at any time."

On the other hand, Lun also began to discuss the production of fried rice with Yusheng.

"Yusheng, how can your fried rice be so delicious? What did you add?"

"I added prunes to it. It\'s the red thing just now."

"Sour plum?"

"Yes, the fried rice itself will be a little greasy when fried in oil. I added sour plum to neutralize the greasy feeling with the sour taste, and the sour taste can also appetizer and cause your appetite."

"So it is. Just now, I felt that the taste was like a suction cup. It repeatedly stimulated my tongue and made my mouth water. The sour taste strongly shocked my esophagus and stomach wall and made my appetite ignite involuntarily. Coupled with the fresh sour taste, it was integrated with the salty and sweet scrambled eggs. Alas, that taste is indescribable." Gao Sha Zhihui seems to stay in the aftertaste of fried rice.

"I cut the plum meat a little with a kitchen knife, and then fry it with rice to make this delicious fried rice."

With that, Yusheng saw that the other two people in the group were almost busy, so he filled some fried rice and took it to them to taste. After the two girls ate fried rice, their plain expressions finally fluctuated.

"Yusheng\'s fried rice is unexpectedly delicious."

At this time, a voice inserted into the dialogue between the group.

"Nah, NAH. Classmate Yusheng, can I have a taste?"

A girl poked her head over. Yusheng saw the length of her tawny hair and shoulders, with traces of slight scalding. When walking, she would shake gently. Such a color looked very bright, and was tied into a ball shape, with a black hair band tied to her head. The smile on his face makes people feel very simple.

"This classmate..."

"Tie clothes, tie clothes by bibin. Classmate Yusheng doesn\'t know me yet."

"You bibin, if you want to taste it, it\'s no problem. There\'s more fried rice on the plate over there. I\'ll get some for you."

"Thank you so much." then he followed Yusheng to have fried rice.

"Oh ~ delicious!" you bibin Jieyi, who ate fried rice, exaggerated to show a happy expression.

"Classmate Yusheng is so powerful that he can make such delicious fried rice."

"Ha ha, how are you?" Yusheng said modestly.

"Nah, NAH. Can classmate Yusheng play the music just now when I eat fried rice? I feel it will become more delicious." you bibin Jieyi asked Yusheng with a smile.

"Er ~ no problem." Yusheng felt a little embarrassed when he played music himself. Unexpectedly, someone asked to play music with him.

With music, you bibin Jieyi ate another mouthful of fried rice.

"Well, it\'s really better to eat."

At this time, other students also came to try fried rice.

"Classmate Yusheng, can I try it too?" classmate a.

"I also want to taste it," classmate B.

"I want it, too." classmate C.

So Yusheng naturally tasted fried rice for other students. Several students who tasted fried rice showed a satisfied expression.

At this moment, the whole class came to try Yusheng\'s fried rice. After all, the aroma just filled the classroom has aroused the greedy insects in their stomachs, and several pioneers said they were delicious after tasting it. Now everyone can\'t help it.

"Don\'t squeeze, don\'t squeeze. You can taste it."

……

……

After eating the fried rice made by Yusheng, they said they didn\'t eat enough at all. So Yusheng took the rice and some ingredients from other groups and made several pots of fried rice. As a result, the fried rice was distributed by everyone as soon as it was made. So Yusheng had to take out his Bento to add food to himself.

"Sorry, Yusheng, everyone likes your fried rice so much that you didn\'t eat it yourself."

Gao Sha Zhihui put his hands together and stuck out his tongue. He apologized to Yusheng for the other students in his class.

"It doesn\'t matter, monitor. Everyone likes my fried rice. I\'m too happy."

Looking at the lovely appearance of the monitor, Yusheng quickly said it didn\'t matter.

"Nah, NAH. Classmate Yusheng, can I learn cooking from you?"

Bibin Jieyi came over and found a seat to sit down.

"Well, why did you bibin suddenly want to learn cooking from me?"

"I\'m very interested in cooking. I think Yusheng\'s fried rice is so delicious. I want to learn from you."

"If you want to learn, just tell me, and I\'ll teach you."

At this time, Lun also interrupted.

"Oh, Yusheng. I think you can go to the restaurant. The restaurant usually makes writing dishes at noon and sells them to the students for lunch. If you go to the restaurant to cook fried rice for lunch, it will be very popular. And you can also charge a little as pocket money."

"Well, that\'s OK."

Yusheng thought about it. If he goes to the restaurant, he can not only make some money, but also make a lot of production, which is also conducive to the improvement of his cooking skills. Maybe it is also helpful to the completion of cooking tasks. therefore.

"Classmate Yusheng, I\'ll take you to the restaurant." you bibin Jieyi said he wanted to be a guide party.

At this time, Gao Sha Zhihui smiled.

"If Yusheng wants to go to the restaurant, I can eat delicious fried rice every day."

"Why?" the others were a little strange.

"Have you forgotten? I\'m the president of the restaurant."

"Monitor, I haven\'t forgotten." you bibin Jieyi smiled and hugged Gao Sha Zhihui.

"Yusheng, if you go to the restaurant to cook fried rice, I will often patronize you." Lun clapped his hands happily.