Everyone asked Jiang Qiuqiu whether there were two cakes today.
Jiang Qiuqiu took a look and shook his head: "No, it's not."
[Lost! A sudden trough below the peak!]
[If I hadn’t seen two pies, I could have tolerated one pie, but I’ve fantasized about eating two pies now—]
[Just two, two!]
[It's so easy for you to be deceived. Jiujiu has already made thirty-seven doses, so there must be two!]
[Yes, there are thirty-eight of them, definitely two copies!]
Jiang Qiuqiu paused when he reached the fortieth one, and asked, "Do you all want two cakes?"
[want!]
[2 match heights!]
[I love two, two love me]
[Two, two, my mouth is too big and one is not enough to fit between my teeth...]
[One piece of cake can be eaten with dozens of bites at most, if it’s too little to enjoy the aftertaste, just two!]
Everyone popped up to ask for two, Jiang Qiuqiu said oh, picked up the basin and the remaining dough in the basin, and said with a smile: "Actually, I originally wanted to make three, but seeing that everyone wanted two so much, I-"
[…? ?]
Before she could finish her sentence, the barrage filled with I love 2, 2 love me instantly changed to, I love 3, 3 love me.
Everyone covered up their previous words at lightning speed. It was originally to tease them, but Jiang Qiuqiu didn't stop for long before continuing to tease them.
Sixty-one dumplings with circular patterns were kneaded quickly, and Jiang Qiuqiu quickly turned on the stove and put a frying pan on it. I made fried dumplings once before and ordered a larger frying pan. The pot just came in handy again.
Use a rolling pin to roll the pre-prepared ingredients into a small cake shape. It doesn’t need to be too thin. Brush some oil on the pan. The pancakes don’t need to wait too long. You can press the pancakes on after the pan is slightly hot.
The dough and the iron kettle met under the high temperature medium, and the thin cake crust was soon dyed brown, and the oiled part of the cake swelled slightly under the high temperature. The tools in Jiang Qiuqiu's hands have been changed from rolling pins It's a shovel, the heat is almost ready, use the shovel to gently shovel the cake in the air.
Flipping your wrist, you naturally turned the scallion pancake over in the air, and then skillfully let the pancake fall on the pan. The crackling that was originally filled with air created more crispy layers.
The cake was almost cooked, and both sides were fried until golden, and the aroma of the scallion pancake finally gradually wafted out. Jiang Qiuqiu only held a spatula in his hand, and the same cake had to be turned three or four times to present the most perfect meringue layers.
At this moment, the camera robot took another close-up of the scallion pancake thrown into the bowl.
One after another, the scallion pancakes are stacked together, with a golden and burnt-brown outer skin, a slightly white and soft inner, and the smell of scallions that can't be blown away—
[I started to swallow my saliva!]
[Is this the scallion pancake... It looks really delicious!]
[There are so many cakes, do we have to fry them together before putting in the quota?]
[The happiest moment of the day is coming!]
[No, no, you can be happy twice today, and there will be more later!]
[!]
Barrage is fun, but no matter how happy the next moment will be, waiting for food at this moment is still very painful.
Of course, in this live broadcast room, they were not the only ones suffering, but also - the big neighbor.
The next door was fine at first.
Because kneading noodles is tasteless, and Xuxu noodles look ugly, so at first everyone thought that the rumored live broadcast of Jiang Jiujiu was nothing more than that—
Simple and unremarkable.