"If you're going to fry a big bowl of rice, you can only put about as much egg liquid—"
Never just put a bowl of rice and an egg bigger than a person just because you like egg liquid.
Then it is not called fried rice with eggs, but scrambled eggs with rice.
"The same is true for oil residue. If you like it, you can't put more. I also put the ratio of rice and oil residue in the video. Don't add different proportions just because you like it, or it will be greasy."
This is the experience Jiang Qiuqiu gained after holding several circle food track competitions. Although these things sound weird, if you don't tell them, someone will always do it.
as predicted-
[It seems that I am the kind of person who wants to cook scrambled eggs]
[Oil residue is so delicious, can't you put more? Not at all?]
"Everyone can decide for themselves."
"Friendly reminder: People who are new to cooking can start with a small amount. It may be easier to succeed with a small amount."
"Okay, it's going to be 11 o'clock in the blink of an eye, and I'm going to rest too, good night everyone ~ see you tomorrow!"
She waved her hand, and the barrage was also saying goodbye. Jiang Qiuqiu smiled and turned off the live broadcast room.
As soon as she closed the live broadcast room, she immediately rushed to the living room.
The person on the small sofa seemed never to get tired. It had been three hours, and it was still planted there like a flag, straighter than straighter.
"Moss!"
He opened his arms around her.
The girl was light and light, and Mo Si quickly sat down with her in his arms, and pressed her shoulders.
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"hiss."
"It hurts a little, you need to work harder!"
"...It's already very small, a little pain is normal." The fried rice had to keep turning the shovel, frying so much, and repeating the same action, Mo Si found her hands were a little stiff.
The hot palms on the shoulder blades did relieve a lot of the soreness.
In the evening, she and Mo Si have already had dinner, so they will not prepare multiple suppers today.
While rubbing his shoulders, Mo Si asked while rubbing: "Didn't Qiuqiu plan to play one game a day before? Why did you suddenly say two games a day?"
"It was supposed to be a show." It turned out that everyone's attitude was really peaceful in the live broadcast room.
before changing...
Although Jiang Qiuqiu thought he was an excellent food blogger in the past, many fans would not understand the notice of some live broadcast time changes.
In fact, she also prepared the scene where she might be attacked by some fans when she goes to school.
However, nothing happened.
Everyone seems to have good intentions.
So she couldn't help but want everyone to eat more delicious food.
She shared her happy mood with Mosi.
Mo Si patted her head, "How could someone say you."
"You are so nice."
"..."
"You are beauty in the eye of the beholder."
"No." Mo Si shook his head: "You only charge five star coins for each live broadcast tasting, and you never use other methods of competition. You often make free food to please your fans."
For Jiang Qiuqiu, these are the basic operations that he should do.
After all, five-star coins for one person, with so many purchases by so many people, is enough for her to save enough money, so there is no need to increase the price.
As for the bidding auction, it is even more unnecessary.
Jiang Qiuqiu first wanted to make money, and later wanted to get the seat of the first anchor. Now that both goals have been achieved, at this stage, she just wants to bring delicious food to more people.
She hopes that her live broadcast room is an ordinary food live broadcast room, so that's it!
As for teaching, I also hope that everyone can eat delicious food made by themselves or their loved ones in the future.
All these things are basic operations for Jiang Qiuqiu, but for fans, all these things are too warm.
Love broadcast in dreams, understanding.
Who wouldn't want such a goddess to get better.
She said with bright eyes that she was going to school, who would be willing to say something bad about it.