He didn't have to worry about Liu Wenrui's oven, and Maxica's stir-frying attracted all his interest.

It seems that the fried coffee beans are quite interesting, it is really similar to the fried melon seeds at home, but it seems that it is more laborious to stir-fry the coffee beans.

Because Masica did not add sand, she put the raw coffee beans directly into the pot and fryed. Seeing the coffee beans slowly changing color and the unique aroma of the coffee beans floated out, Liu Wenrui couldn't help but sucked a few more noses.

After Liu Wenrui paid so much attention, Maxica became a little nervous.

He was so excited today. After all, he suddenly had a golden rice bowl and felt that he should do something for his boss. When Comrade Liu wanted to roast coffee, he didn't even think about it and just gave it a pot.

Now he is under pressure because he has no standard for stir-frying coffee beans, and everything depends on his feelings. What temperature, color, and nothing is there. He can handle it with a shovel or a hand.

The shovel is used for stir-frying. The hands are used to feel the temperature. I don’t know why Comrade Ma’s hands are so resistant to heat. Anyway, Comrade Liu feels his hands are hot when he looks at them.

What made Comrade Lao Liu even more interesting is that this raw coffee bean is actually a small little bean. During the stir-frying process, not only does it slowly change color, but also gain weight.

He watched this transformation process quite fun. It was originally a little bit, but now it was filled with the bottom of the pot. And the smell was getting richer and more intense and very smelly.

After stir-frying for a while, Liu Wenrui's brows frowned slightly, then pinched his nose with his hands, and then sniffed it hard for a few more times.

In this rich fragrance, he actually smelled a little burnt smell. Although it was only a little bit, it was so pungent in his feelings.

He felt that this was an illusion, after all, the aroma emitted by the whole coffee beans was very rich.

At this time, Masica turned off the fire, took a shovel and fiddled it in the pot for a few more times, and then poured the coffee beans in the pot into the plate next to it.

Liu Wenrui was still thinking about where the burnt smell just now came from? He saw Maxica take the spoon from the side and rummaged carefully in the coffee beans on the plate.

After a while, more than a dozen coffee beans were found.

"Boss, these coffee beans are a little small, so they are a little burnt when frying. Well..., some are similar to deep roasting in coffee standards."

Seeing Comrade Lao Liu looking at these coffee beans with bright eyes, Maxica became a little nervous.

In his feelings, Liu Wenrui is a very generous and generous person. What happened this time? When stir-frying coffee beans, it is impossible for each pot to stir-fry the heat the same. It is normal to stir-fry some burnt, why do you look at it like this?

However, Liu Wenrui did not respond, but came to him, picked up the still hot coffee beans and placed them on his nose.

The familiar smell is the slightly burnt smell I just smelled.

In fact, this smell is not very unpleasant. On the contrary, it also has a burnt aroma. However, after being mixed with the rich aroma of the other coffee beans, the smell is slightly pungent.

When did my nose become so good? I didn’t think there was any difference when I cooked normally? What happened today?

Liu Wenrui's brain asked three soul questions. But no matter which one, he had no reliable answer. There is one thing that was unreliable. The reason why his nose became so flexible may be related to the mask transforming his body.

I only focused on strength, but not on the rest of my senses.

"bite"

A crisp sound came over, and the baking machine next to it stopped running, and it was done. This is a notification.

Liu Wenrui couldn't wait to open the door, and also smelled some burnt smell, even stronger than when Maxica was stir-fried just now.

He took out the coffee beans inside and poured them into a plate, and then he stared at the coffee beans and looked at them.

Now Masica was even more nervous. In his understanding, the boss was unhappy. Otherwise, why did he look so close and still breathe in his nose?

Is this blaming myself for frying the coffee beans? Is it not as good as a machine baking? Will the job I just got flying?

Maxica also asked three souls in his head, and there was no answer. Because he had to guess Liu Wenrui's thoughts, how could he know what Liu Wenrui was thinking?

Liu Wenrui's idea is actually very simple, not as much as Maxica thought. Sniffing hard is to smell the burnt smell. Staring at the eyes is to distinguish the color numbers of these coffee beans as much as possible.

Whether roasting or frying, the color of the coffee beans will change. The heat will be uneven, and there will be some differences in the color.

Hard work pays off. Comrade Liu's eyes were sore, and he finally discovered the "alien" among these coffee beans. Then in Masica's eyes, his actions became even more weird.

He picked out one with chopsticks, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. He nodded with satisfaction and put it aside. This action lasted twenty-seven times, picking out twenty-seven coffee beans.

Then I was very respectful to me, and the respected boss closed his eyes, put his nose on the plate, and inhale violently. After sucking seven or eight times, he stood up straight, looking intoxicated.

During the whole process, Maxica did not dare to speak or move casually. She was afraid of "stimulating" Liu Wenrui and turning her golden rice bowl into mud lumps.

Where is Liu Wenrui? His mood is super beautiful now. Although the movement of the breathing just now is a bit large, and he is a little lacking in oxygen, it also proves his guess.

My nose is really very smart now. I can tell which ones are different from the other friends by the smell emitted by these coffee beans.

Just now, he looked at and sniffed the ones he picked out were not only some of the heat, but some of them were still less than the heat.

He thought this was a skill, or a very amazing skill. With this look and smell, would he be able to stir-fry coffee beans by himself in the future? Then he became a legendary master of fried coffee beans?

This is a technology, and the results can be seen now. The fried masica is obviously better than those baked by machines.

I still thought of the fried goods at home. The fried melon seeds in small pots sold more expensively than those made by machines.

If you understand the fried coffee beans yourself, you will stir-fry them every day. If we don’t sell raw coffee beans, we will sell them for fried coffee beans, and maybe we can hook the money we lost this year back.

Thinking of this, Liu Wenrui had a bright smile on his face. However, this smile seemed to be shivering in Maxica's opinion, and the boss was really stimulated.
Chapter completed!