If I ask you to set up a stall, why do you always run to deserted places?

the next day.

Liu Yifan got up very early, which was unusual for him.

He dressed casually, put on a baseball cap, and tried his best to look less like a chef.

He drove his Audi and navigated to the abandoned bridge underpass in the south of the city.

Along the way, Liu Yifan felt more and more that he was sick.

Why waste a precious weekend day instead of sleeping and come to this godforsaken place to eat fried rice?

If people in the industry found out about this, they'd laugh at him to death!

Oh well, I'll just treat it as a way to clear my head!

Liu Yifan comforted herself.

The car turned onto a dirt road and bumped along for five or six minutes.

I almost threw up what he ate last night.

I don't know how much time passed, but finally I saw a cement bridge.

The area under the bridge was empty, with weeds growing on the dried-up riverbed.

"arrive!"

Liu Yifan's eyes lit up, and he quickly got out of the car and walked over there.

Before he could take two steps, he froze on the spot.

What the hell is going on?

Under the desolate bridge arch, people were standing everywhere!

There were at least forty or fifty people in line!

"My God!!"

Liu Yifan rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Holy crap!"

He couldn't help but swear.

What the hell is going on?

When did the abandoned bridge underpass in the south of the city become a popular spot for taking photos?

He couldn't resist taking a picture, and then walked along the riverbed down to the bridge arch.

The closer you get, the stronger the fragrance becomes.

The aroma of eggs, rice, and scallions...

There was also an indescribable, smoky aroma that forcefully assaulted his face.

Liu Yifan took a deep breath, his brows furrowing even more; this scent was very strange.

As a veteran chef,

He could tell from the smell that the aroma was the true, original flavor of the ingredients.

There are no additives.

To be able to spend ingredients to this extent,

That's something that most people can't do.

Liu Yifan quickened his pace and walked to the end of the line.

Ahead of him in line was a young couple.

"Big brother, you're here for fried rice too?"

The girl turned and glanced at him, her eyes filled with excitement.

"Um."

Liu Yifan nodded, not wanting to say much more.

"I'm telling you, you definitely didn't come to the wrong place!"

The girl took out her phone and showed him a video.

"This is it! I saw the video yesterday and came right away! Too bad! It sold out after I only had one serving! It's really delicious!"

How long have you been waiting in line?

Liu Yifan asked curiously.

"It's been half an hour."

The girl shrugged. "There are still more than 20 people ahead of us."

Liu Yifan stood on tiptoe to look ahead.

Good guy!

It stretches as far as the eye can see!

At the very front of the line was a silver-white food cart with a sunshade.

An incredibly handsome young man was wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove, his hands flying around.

The spatula tapped the bottom of the pot from time to time, making a rhythmic clicking sound.

It sounds very crisp, exactly like the one in the video.

Liu Yifan squinted, carefully observing the young master's movements.

Upon closer inspection,

My heart immediately skipped a beat again.

hiss!

This young technician's skills seem even smoother than in the video!

Heat the pan, add oil, and beat the eggs.

It was done in one go, without any pauses.

And the way he cracked the eggs.

Isn't that a bit too unique?

Hold the egg in one hand and tap it on the edge of the bowl. With a gentle snap of your thumb, the egg liquid will slide into the bowl.

He casually tossed the eggshell into the trash can with remarkable precision!

He didn't even glance at it the whole time, relying entirely on muscle memory.

that's it,

The movements were so fast that you could hardly see any afterimages!

Liu Yifan believes he could do it too, but it would definitely not be as easy as it seems!

"He's got something."

He silently said to himself,

No matter what, it can get forty or fifty people to line up.

This alone is enough to show that this young master is no ordinary person.

But Liu Yifan wouldn't admit to anything particularly good about it.

Even the best chef can't compare to him, a top-notch chef.

The line moved forward slowly.

Liu Yifan observed the ingredients on the food cart while waiting in line.

The shrimp were large and translucent, appearing to be fresh from that day.

Liu Yifan was puzzled.

Where do these fresh goods come from under the bridge?

The nearest farmers' market is an hour or so away.

Could it be that this young master went to fetch the animals that rushed over early this morning?

No? What's the point?

Why not just make do with whatever ingredients you have when you set up a stall in a place like this?

You did a great job?

I'm so ashamed!

The hotel where Liu Yifan works never pays too much attention to the ingredients.

As long as it's edible!

And what about this young man?

The ham must be diced into tiny, perfectly uniform pieces.

Each corn kernel is golden and translucent, with a vibrant green color, clearly indicating that it has been carefully selected.

Even the scallions were chopped neatly, with almost identical lengths and thicknesses.

Liu Yifan became increasingly alarmed as she looked at it.

The knife skills, the selection of materials, the preparation of ingredients.

This doesn't look like something you'd find at a roadside stall!

He even felt that his apprentices at his hotel might not be able to reach this level!

"Boss, give me three bowls of fried rice, seafood version."

The girl in front paid her bill and then pulled her boyfriend to stand aside and wait for their food.

It was Liu Yifan's turn.

He walked up to the food truck and observed the young man up close.

Very young, with fair skin and focused eyes.

The apron was tied meticulously, and the worktable was kept spotless.

"One, please."

Liu Yifan said simply.

"Seafood version is 15 yuan, regular version is 10 yuan, which one do you want?" Su Yun didn't even look up, her hands still moving.

"Seafood version, please."

"Okay, 15."

Liu Yifan scanned the QR code to pay and then stepped aside.

He didn't crane his neck to watch the spectacle like the others.

Instead, he leaned against the bridge pier, crossed his arms, and stared blankly at Su Yun's hands.

He wanted to find a flaw.

Having worked in the industry for 20 years, he has witnessed far too many celebrity chefs fail miserably.

Those who seem fierce in videos often can't even control the heat properly on set.

He wants to see.

Is this young man truly talented or just putting on an act?

Su Yun started cooking.

The first batch was from the couple in front; they stir-fried all three together.

I cracked 12 eggs into a bowl with one hand, without a single eggshell falling in.

Liu Yifan frowned.

That's interesting.

Next, Su Yun heated the wok. He placed the iron wok on the stove and heated it over high heat for about ten seconds.

I tested the temperature by placing the back of my hand above the rim of the pot.

This movement is so subtle that most people wouldn't even notice it.

But Liu Yifan saw it.

I couldn't help but admire it in my heart.

Testing the temperature is a step that only professional chefs would take.

Moreover, Su Yun's method of testing the temperature was very old-fashioned, using the back of her hand instead of her palm.

Because the back of the hand is more sensitive to temperature, this is definitely not a skill that beginners can know!

Su Yun poured in the clear oil, and the oil quickly bubbled up under the high temperature.

The egg mixture is poured into the pan, and with a sizzle, the aroma of eggs explodes!

Liu Yifan's eyes widened; what followed was the part he cared about most.

Flip the wok!

Su Yun held the pot in his left hand and the spatula in his right, then flicked his wrist!

The rice in the pot instantly flew into the sky!

Damn it!

Not a single grain of rice was spilled!

Liu Yifan's pupils contracted sharply.

The force, rhythm, and angle of that wok tossing are textbook-perfect!

No, it's even more standard than the textbooks!

Liu Yifan has seen far too many chefs flipping woks.

Either the force is too strong, scattering the rice everywhere, or the force is too weak, resulting in uneven mixing.

And what about Su Yun's wok-flipping?

Every pot was cooked to perfection.

The rice spreads out fully in the air, heats evenly, and then falls steadily back into the pot.

Repeat this process several times, and each grain of rice will be coated with golden egg liquid.

Liu Yifan unconsciously lowered her arms from her chest and took a few steps forward.

He started to get serious.

Su Yun's movements became faster and faster, and the shadow of the spatula flying around gradually became a blur.

The condiment bottle flipped up and down in his hands.

Sprinkle in salt, pepper, and soy sauce.

Liu Yifan noticed that

Su Yun's rhythm was terrifyingly precise.

They know exactly what to do and when, without any ambiguity.

At last,

Sprinkle a handful of bright green scallions into the pan, turn off the heat, and plate the dish.

The whole process...

Liu Yifan glanced at his watch subconsciously and immediately gasped.

Less than 3 minutes!