He still held a bowl in his hand, used an iron spoon to pack the freshly made golden fried rice tightly into it, then flipped the bowl over. A hemispherical rice mound was placed neatly onto a white porcelain plate.
Once every white porcelain plate was filled, another small frying pan appeared on the light blue stove. With a quick spray from an oil spray can, he scooped up the golden egg mixture from a bucket. With a "sizzle" sound, the golden egg mixture quickly solidified in the frying pan.
The frying pan was not very large, with a round bottom, and the amount of egg mixture was just right, perfectly covering the bottom. The side in contact with the pan quickly solidified, and Wang Fan swiftly reached out with his long chopsticks.
A pinch, a twist, a turn, and a spiral egg skin appeared in the pan.
"Wow, eggs can be handled like this?"
"Is this the legendary tornado omurice?"
"Holy cow, just from this egg technique, I knew he was targeting us in Shanghai."
