Food Wars, My Dishes Don't Just Shine

The movements were swift and decisive, as if they had been repeated countless times!

Tourists on the street couldn't help but stop and watch from a distance when they saw this spectacle.

Mito Ikumi held a spatula in her left hand and grabbed a bowl of loose, leftover rice with her right. With a flick of her wrist, the rice grains, like snowflakes, were scattered into the boiling oil, instantly creating a sizzling sound.

The egg mixture was divided into two bowls, one for the yolk and one for the white. Mito Ikumi held one bowl in one hand and swirled it around the top of the pot, causing the golden egg mixture to cascade down like a waterfall and mix with the rice.

The shovel tip flips and flies, the rice grains leap in the high temperature, gradually being coated with a uniform golden color.

After finishing this pot of fried rice, she worked on the other two pots simultaneously. The woks bounced in her hands, and the rice and egg mixture drew arcs in the air. The flames gently licked the bottom of the woks, bringing out their rich, caramelized aroma.

With a flick of her finger, Mito Ikumi scraped up the seasonings placed to the side with a spatula.

Salt and pepper are sprinkled in like raindrops, while a handful of chopped scallions are grabbed and sprinkled in at the moment when the wok is at its hottest, releasing bursts of spicy aroma.

The next moment, she shifted her stance slightly, turned to the side, braced her elbow against the pot handle, and pressed her body down a bit, as if she had entered the final sprint stage.

Under intense heat, each grain of rice becomes distinct, with golden egg yolk adhering to it, perfectly blending with the rice.

At the same time, sweat dripped from her forehead.

However, she had no time to wipe it clean, as she was focused on the heat of the three pots. She used a spatula, a ladle, tossing, and flipping, her movements precise as a machine, yet with a wild sense of rhythm!

"Start the pot!"

With a soft shout, the three woks were removed from the heat almost simultaneously.

Mito Ikumi had arranged the plates in a row beforehand, and then lifted the pot with both arms to shake it slightly.

The next moment, three servings of golden fried rice were poured into the plate like a golden waterfall. The rice grains bounced and the aroma of eggs filled the air. The steam rose up and shone like real gold in the sunlight!

"Great! That was fantastic!"

At that moment, the tourists who had been watching intently on the street cheered from the bottom of their hearts.

"To think that you can cook three pots of fried rice at the same time and make them look and smell so delicious, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would definitely have thought that someone else was talking nonsense. It's really amazing!"

An elderly man around sixty years old clapped his hands in admiration and then strode into the shop.

"With this fried rice skill alone, I want to see what it tastes like! Give me a serving!"

The old man found a corner to sit down and looked at the shop manager next to him.

"Give me one too!"

"Me too! Me too! I want one with two extra eggs!"

The surrounding tourists, seeing this scene, suddenly realized what was happening and rushed into the shop.

The reason is simple: you have to try a chef with such superb skills!

"Please wait a moment, everyone. We'll take turns. I still have a few servings of fried rice that need to be cooked first."

Seeing the sudden surge in guests, Mito Ikumi looked shocked.

However, she didn't have time to think about all that, because there were only six minutes left before Bai Yuan gave her the allotted time.

Without hesitation, Mito Ikumi continued to add rice to the three pots, and after the surface was slightly browned, she added the golden egg liquid. Her movements were as skillful as before, without the slightest error, as if she had rehearsed this scene thousands of times.

At this moment, the ancient martial arts techniques he had practiced in Alice Nakiri's yard began to take effect.

Extensive training made Mito Ikumi's lower body exceptionally stable, allowing her to handle three dishes simultaneously without becoming flustered.

Secondly, practicing ancient martial arts has significantly improved her physical strength. Frying three servings of rice in one go is not uncomfortable for her except that her breathing becomes a little heavier.

"The final round requires four pots, which is honestly a bit beyond our limits..."

Before long, three more plates of golden fried rice were ready.

With only three minutes left, she had to finish making four pots of golden fried rice to satisfy the customer, otherwise the customer would cancel the order and leave.

Thinking of this, Mito Ikumi took a deep breath to invigorate herself for a moment, then turned on a stove and placed an iron pot on it to heat it up.

"Four pots? Does she intend to challenge herself by cooking golden fried rice in four pots at the same time?!"

Seeing Mito Ikumi's movements, the customers in the store couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Hearing the sound, some people who hadn't noticed before also looked over, and were surprised to find that Mito Ikumi had set up four pots, obviously preparing to challenge herself to make four servings of fried rice at the same time.

"Will it succeed?"

Everyone watching was on tenterhooks.

Although it's just adding a pot, the difficulty increases exponentially!

Firstly, with the scope of her work increasing significantly, Mito Ikumi is unable to coordinate the order well, which easily leads to situations where she has to attend to one thing but neglects another.

Secondly, increasing the number of servings can easily lead to problems with time management. Sometimes, if you are a little slow in your work, the food will be overcooked.

Thirdly...

The various problems highlighted the difficulty of frying rice in four pots at the same time, but since it was the customer's request, Mito Ikumi didn't mind challenging herself.

At this moment, she had a vague premonition that the person who came in ahead of her would be the key to whether she could pass the field training, so she needed to do her best!

The stove was ablaze with flames, and four iron pots were spewing out heat waves at the same time. Mito Ikumi's figure moved like a phantom in the rising steam.

Her arms moved like blurs, her left hand wielding a spatula, tumbling through the first pot as golden egg and snow-white rice danced wildly in the sweltering heat. Simultaneously, her right hand manipulated the second pot, the iron pan spinning like a top in her palm, rice grains and egg tracing perfect parabolic arcs.

Sweat dripped down her tense chin, but vaporized into white mist the moment it touched the edge of the pot.

The third pot sizzled under her precise control of her elbow, and chopped green onions and pepper were sprinkled in at the height of the wok's aroma, instantly bursting with fragrance.

The most astonishing thing was the fourth pot. People on the street stopped in their tracks as they saw her right foot braced against the stove, her core strength bursting forth, the spatula stirring like a storm, each grain of rice distinctly coated in a golden hue.

The next moment, four golden whirlwinds flew out of the pot at the same time, the tip of the spatula collided with the bottom of the pot in a resounding rhythm, and then landed steadily in the prepared plate.

"Fried rice from four pots was almost cooked at the same time, that's just too amazing!"

"The difficulty of transforming from three pots to four pots has more than doubled!"

Even so, this excellent chef still managed to make it so perfect; that's truly no easy feat.

"Chef, give me one to go! The aroma is absolutely amazing! I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't get some!"

I don't know who started it, but once the praise started, it was unstoppable.

A crowd gathered in front of the fried rice restaurant, their mouths watering as they looked at the golden fried rice that Mito Ikumi had cooked.

Many unsuspecting travelers gathered around the bustling Chinese fried rice restaurant, eventually forming a long queue on their own.

This is known as the herd mentality.

This refers to the phenomenon where individuals, due to group pressure or influence, abandon independent thinking and follow the behavior of the majority.

"Mito, twenty more servings of fried rice, please!"

Busy running around the store, the store manager felt for the first time that his shop was too small. In less than ten minutes, it was already full, and people who came later could only choose to take it away.

"understand!"

Upon hearing the shop owner's words, Mito Ikumi responded.

At that moment, she was simultaneously manipulating three pots, her mental energy highly concentrated, completely unaware that Bai Yuan was looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze inside the shop.

"Her beauty, like a lotus emerging from the water, is truly captivating."

Because of the constant frying of rice, the steam was rising and rising, and Mito Ikumi was already drenched in sweat.

Her neat, light blonde short hair became sticky and matted against her cheeks, but she didn't care at all and continued to vigorously wield the spatula.

Fried rice cascades down the plate like a waterfall, either being served to customers or taken away. Surprisingly, the number of customers doesn't decrease; instead, the queue grows longer over time.

Fortunately, Mito Ikumi makes three servings of fried rice at the same time, averaging one serving per minute, so even though the line is exceptionally long, people don't have to wait long.

And once this rice is cooked, it takes all day.

From the moment the sun is high in the sky until the moon rises, the streets become quiet, and the surrounding shops and stalls close down because time seems to drag on.

"Last one, done!"

The golden rice grains are distinct, and the addition of chopped green onions, diced carrots, and green peas creates a vibrant green and orange-red color that looks incredibly appetizing!

With a flick of the wrist, the fried rice soared high into the air, and Mito Ikumi picked up a plate and reached out, catching each grain of rice with remarkable precision.

The rice is dry and fluffy, with no excess oil or moisture at the bottom of the plate. When it is placed on the plate, the rice grains bounce lightly, showing the perfect "wok hei" (wok aroma) from the cooking process!

"This was specially made for you, it contains all the growth I've experienced throughout the day, Teacher Bai Yuan!"

The girl's voice was somewhat impassioned as she spoke as she walked toward Bai Yuan, who hadn't left the shop, and placed the fried rice in front of him.

As she spoke, she put her hand on her right hip, her face radiating intense confidence.

In fact, Mito Ikumi recognized Shiroyuki in the afternoon. Although he kept his head down playing on his phone, the aura he exuded was the same as the guy she knew.

Of course, she couldn't be sure based on these alone. What truly confirmed her was the ten plates of fried rice Bai Yuan ordered. It was from those ten plates of fried rice that the business of this fried rice restaurant started to improve.

This was all part of his plan!

The other party must have seen that her business was doing exceptionally poorly and that she might not pass the on-site training, so they came specifically to save her.

Like a prince in a fairy tale.

He would always appear before the princess on a tall horse whenever she was in danger.

Then he whispered to her, "Don't worry, I'm here."

"You have good eyesight."

Bai Yuan wasn't surprised at all that Mito Ikumi recognized him.

He's been here for so long and provided crucial help; if the other person still doesn't realize it's him, then he really has to question how much he cares about his students.

Of course!

I have long imprinted Mr. Bai Yuan's image deep in my mind; I can never forget it!

Looking at the girl in front of him with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, Bai Yuan took out a tissue and handed it to her. Then he picked up the porcelain spoon next to the fried rice, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth to taste and chew.

Because of its low moisture content, leftover rice becomes slightly crispy on the outside and retains its elasticity inside after being stir-fried, with a subtle caramelized aroma when chewed.

The egg whites release a rich aroma of caramelization and oiliness when stir-fried at high temperatures, while the egg yolks coat the rice grains, bringing a delicate smoothness and a slightly sweet taste.

The basic light soy sauce enhances the flavor, with a moderate saltiness that perfectly complements the aroma of eggs and rice.

The spiciness of raw scallions turns sweet when heated, and the slight sweetness of the vegetables makes the fried rice more refreshing. The peas, in particular, burst with juice when you bite into them!

"The cooking time was well controlled; there's been a noticeable improvement compared to noon."