The next day, today may be the first day when the horn of counterattack was blown, Mingmei, as Jiang Qiuqiu's editor, sent a message to greet her.
"Don't be nervous either—"
"I'm not nervous."
"Well, although he is a large-scale anchor, his fan base is relatively complicated, not a complete food blogger, although you can't surpass him in the number of fans—"
But the stickiness of fans is beyond imagination.
"Sister Mingmei, don't worry, it's all small things. We're just touching each other on cooking skills, and we won't be fighting on the pk stage. You have to have confidence in me."
"Well, I have confidence in you." Mingmei sighed, "I'm still not calm, you are just like Mr. Xiaoqian, you are very calm."
"Haha, I have confidence in my cooking skills, and Xiaoqian always has confidence in his own mouth. Sister Mingmei, please rest assured, we will not lose."
Her self-confidence infected Mingmei, but—
"Did something happen yesterday? You seem a little happy."
"Nothing happened, just achieved a small staged goal."
"What small goal?"
"Well... keep it secret!"
It's a little unclear whether it's the achievement of the standard or the happiness brought by just a few words, so I won't talk about it.
Seeing that Jiang Qiuqiu didn't want to talk about it, Mingmei stopped asking, and instead asked about tonight's menu, "What are you going to do tonight?"
"My menu, our first anchor has already chosen for me."
"You want to make a pumpkin?"
"That's right."
Not only the menu this time, but also the next time, next time, Wang Henry has chosen it for her.
After all, only when the same thing is put in front of people can everyone tell the difference as quickly as possible, right
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That night.
The live broadcast starts on time.
Jiang Qiuqiu adjusted the camera robot, and greeted everyone with a smile: "Welcome everyone to my food live broadcast room. I am Jiang Jiujiu. Today we are going to make a sweet food."
[sweet! Is it sweet again! small cake? !]
"It's not cake, it's pumpkin pie."
The camera robot followed Jiang Qiuqiu's gestures to capture the camera, and took a close-up of the big pumpkin on the table.
[… this thing? sweet?]
[I ate it once in a restaurant, it was indeed slightly sweet, but making cakes—]
To be honest, everyone has never eaten cakes made of this stuff, so there are a lot of people talking about it.
Jiang Qiuqiu smiled, took out a kitchen knife, and quickly peeled off the skin of the pumpkin. Soon, the orange inside of the pumpkin was exposed.
After processing several pumpkins, the air exudes a faint fruity and vegetable aroma.
Jiang Qiuqiu picked up the kitchen knife, "Later, we will steam the pumpkin into pumpkin puree, because the steamer in my kitchen is relatively large, so there is no need to cut it into small pieces."
"If you have fans making this dish at home, you can cut the pumpkin smaller, so it will be easier to cook."
[Jiujiu really thinks too much, who would do it at home.]
[The above is really wrong, who doesn't want to do it at home, should change it to who can do it at home.]
[Upstairs said it wrong again, who can't cook a dish at home? It should be changed to who can make this taste at home.]
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"It seems that everyone is not very confident in their cooking skills." Jiang Qiuqiu said while putting the pumpkin into the steamer.
[How to be confident about something you never had before.]
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This sentence was quickly echoed by everyone. During the chat, Jiang Qiuqiu had already turned on the fire. Soon, the slightly blunt pumpkin would turn into sweet and squishy pumpkin puree.