It took him only a short time to complete the whole process.

"alright."

He personally brought the plate covered with the lid to Tang Ying.

"Please taste it."

Just as several cameras and lights were shining, Tang Ying swallowed.

She was nervous.

The next moment, her trembling hands opened the lid.

Instantly! The light is dazzling!

It seems to be a reflection of the light! In short, there is a ray of light emitted from the plate!

"Fuck! My 24k krypton gold dog eyes!"

"What's the fuck! Why does the dish shine?!"

"It's phosphor! I added phosphor!"

"This is already a flash bomb!"

"Don't panic! It's just a special effect!"

"No, it's actually a reflection of the light. After all, it's golden and the lights are so full. Then the golden and oily light on the fried rice are reflected into the lens by the light."

At this moment, the live broadcast was instantly flooded with thick barrage!

The number of people watching the live broadcast has also soared from 700,000!

Eighty...90...soaring soared to more than three million!

You know this is the real number of people!

The last time there were so many people watching the live broadcast of China's online TV, it was because of the live broadcast of online TV.

At the scene, Tang Ying shook Kong Fang's shoulder excitedly: "Kong Fang! Did you see it? It's shining! It's really shining!"

Kong Fangren was also stupid.

"How can it shine?!"

No! Illusion! These are all illusions!

It must be a reflection of the light!

However, he was still ready to call 120. Once Tang Ying felt something was wrong after taking it, he immediately took the girl to the hospital for gastric lavage!

By the way, call the police and capture the old man!

But Wang Chuanfu stared at the golden fried rice on the plate.

A glowing dish...

Last time I saw it, it was more than fifty years ago...

He looked at Tang Ying with a serious and nervous expression, as if it was the first time to entertain guests: "Please taste it."

Tang Ying didn't care about Kong Fang's wink at her, but nodded, took a spoon and dug a spoon, put the expression into her mouth solemnly, then closed her eyes and chewed it carefully.

A flash of lightning flashed through my mind.

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Tang Ying gave this golden fried rice a bgm and added a lightning special effect in his heart.

Opening her eyes, she said, "Every grain of rice is perfectly integrated with the egg, so that every grain of rice has the mellowness of the same egg and the sweetness of the rice."

She gave Wang Chuanfu a big toothy smile: "Grandpa Wang, a delicious fried rice."

"It's just...it's delicious if you don't have Kongfang..."

The following sentence was muttering in a low voice.

No one heard of Kong Fang and Mr. Wang Chuanfu, except for the sighing voice.

............

The live broadcast ended successfully.

Everyone started to pack up their equipment, and the audience before the live broadcast also began to wait for the second episode of "The Millennium Recipe" that was about to begin.

Everyone was busy, with only three people sitting at the table chatting.

Mr. Wang stared at Kong Fang and smiled at Tang Ying and said to him: "This is what Xiao Ying'er, are you talking about Kong Fang? His fried rice is so powerful?"

Kong Fang pressed the troubled Hei Chang back with one hand and said with a smirk: "Mr. Wang, you are really good at joking. I can also make some home-cooked dishes. Fried rice depends on the heat. How could I, an 18-year-old young man, be better than you? Tang Ying is a child's character and protects her shortcomings. You know. Maybe I made it more delicious."

Tang Ying took off his hand and muttered, "It's not about protecting his shortcomings..."

Not to mention other dishes, just fried rice, she really thinks it is delicious without Kong Fang.

In fact, in terms of control and greasiness, of course, Mr. Wang is more perfect.

But the taste is a bit light.

She still prefers Kong Fang fried.

Wang Chuanfu smiled kindly: "It's okay, I just want to try it. We haven't eaten yet. My old man is tired too. Xiao Kong, can't you give me a bowl of face and let me fill my stomach?"

He just wanted to see what the fried rice tasted better than his golden fried rice in the mouth of the little girl who made her breakthrough.

This is simply the chef's curiosity.

It's not that I'm not convinced, absolutely nothing.

As for the age issue that Kong Fang mentioned... he just regarded it as an excuse.

His master was a special chef at the age of thirteen. A chef named Lan had become a special chef at the age of Kong Fang.

Including the chef of Yangquan Restaurant at that time, he was also a super chef of about this age.

So age is really not critical.

"That's it! Let Grandpa Wang try it! Kong Fang~I'm optimistic about you~~~" Tang Ying was still beside him.

"..." Kong Fang glanced at her and sighed, "Okay, I'll do it, but you will definitely be disappointed, Mr. Wang."

He had decided to deduct the 100,000 yuan he had to play this time.

This Tang Ying just doesn't worry about it.

He went to the kitchen honestly.

Ten minutes later, he brought out a plate of fried rice and put it in front of Mr. Wang.

There is no special effects or phosphor, and of course it is impossible to add flash and LEDs.

This is a plate of ordinary fried rice, which is not as good as the old man in terms of appearance.

Wang Chuanfu remained silent, picked up the spoon and dug a spoon and put it into his mouth.

Then he closed his eyes and savored it.

This! This is...

Many pictures suddenly floated through his mind.

There have been these wasted decades.

I was moved by my daughter when she was born.

The complex mood of being sad and happy when a daughter gets married.

And the advice from my master when he passed away.

Finally, what I thought was the preacher’s admonition - “The chefs have their feelings in their dishes, and we want to bring smiles to customers.”

The corners of my eyes became wet unconsciously.

He opened his eyes, wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled, "It's indeed a plate of ordinary fried rice, but it's also the best fried rice. I'm not as good as you."

Kong Fang laughed dryly and said nothing.

"Yes, right!" Tang Ying said proudly, "I just said that the fried rice made by Kong Fang is the most delicious! I can cry every time!"

Her proud nose was almost getting longer.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Kong is much better than me, the old man." Wang Chuanfu looked at Tang Ying with kind eyes as if he was looking at his stupid granddaughter. Then, he turned around and said, "Xiao Kong, have you added onions to the fried rice?"

Kong Fang smiled and said, "It's worthy of being you. You can easily taste the taste that Tang Ying can't taste."

"Yes, I not only added onions, but also mustard."

Tang Ying was stunned.

It turns out that every time I cry, is it because I have added onions and mustard?

Kong Fang, are you a devil?

ps: 2900 words chapter.
Chapter completed!