"Don't worry, everyone, we should pay attention to the temperature of the oil when making fried meatballs."
After waiting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu uncovered the oil pan. Small flakes of air bubbles had already started to emerge from the bottom of the pan. She stretched out her hand to feel it, "Very good. After the oil becomes like this, we can put the meatballs in the pan."
The bouncing balls on the plate rolled into the oil pan in slow motion like this.
At first, no one cared when the little balls rolled into the big oil pan.
But soon, in less than a minute, the oil spattered slightly, and the oil suddenly gurgled, and the meatballs that had sunk at the bottom of the oil pan slowly 'floated', and a wave of oil splashed even through the garbage sensor. The extremely confusing fragrance dissipated.
The overflowing meaty aroma instantly conquered the hunks who were watching.
#Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ? #
#TERRY IS A WOLF: This is the favorite flavor of macho! It's the smell of meat, meat, meat, meat! Aww#
Those who watched Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast today were basically people from Terry's mixed-race circle. The beast's love for meat does not need to be described in words, it is the affection engraved in the genes—
As the strong hybrid gene of the Federation Legion, Changbei has the most extreme animal gene and the most sincere love for meat.
After smelling the fragrance brought by the live broadcast sensor, he was stunned. Shocked tears flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flickered, and he murmured, pulling the autumn knife: "Autumn knife, autumn knife, autumn knife, what kind of taste is this!?"
“The smell of meat is so fragrant and fragrant…”
"I'm going to fall! Is this the smell of love!"
Although the taste is indeed delicious, but the speed of your fall is too fast, Qiu Dao pulled Changbei, "Don't sigh, let's watch the live broadcast first, maybe there will be a tasting session later."
"Hmmmm!"
He is gearing up, it smells delicious, and he wonders if it still tastes as good as it does now.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste good, it smells so good anyway, we can use genetic technology to make it into a perfume... when the time comes! The whole universe is his favorite flavor.
Woohoo, what kind of fairy universe is this. Love love love.
The most important thing in making croquettes is to keep the meatballs tender and juicy after frying. This requires extremely high heat. In hot oil, over-frying or under-frying will damage the taste of the meatballs.
Jiang Qiuqiu is a veteran at controlling the temperature of the fire, so he can use the long chopsticks to pinch it lightly, and it's done.
The small fishing net took advantage of the trend to catch and release, and soon, a plate of fried Bibi beast meatballs was ready.
Without the oil, the fragrance is even more overbearing.
The barrage was full of urging Jiang Qiuqiu to open a virtual tasting.
#Quick, open it and try it! #
#I am amazed by this taste—#
#门主 Is the chief of the Federal Central Restaurant? #
#Terry is a wolf: Impossible, the chief is not so poor, is he? #
#That is the delicious flower that blooms in the poor house! #
Pfft, everyone praised people so much, Jiang Qiuqiu smiled lightly, "I'm going to open it and try it."
After speaking, she set up a tasting.
In less than a second, the ten unremarkable tasting seats were all taken up.
Qiu Dao and Chang Bei were the first to snatch the tasting seats. As soon as the seats arrived, a plate of meatballs appeared in front of them.
It smells even more fragrant recently, each small ball is round and smooth, Changbei's first hand picks up a meatball and throws it into his mouth.
The salty and fresh fragrance exploded in the mouth, the teeth touched the meatball, and he bit it down. The endless satisfaction made Changbei groan, and he ate and ate one after another.
Qiu Dao looked mature and stable, but his speed of eating meatballs was not slow at all.
This scene happened to everyone selected by 'Ten'.