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Chapter 44: Gloomy President x Quick Knife Chef

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Turn the time back to the afternoon when Luo Jiujiang smelled of pork ribs soup.

Luo Jiujiang supports the camera on the kitchen rack, and the system will automatically adjust the rotation direction of the camera for him to get the best shooting effect.

Accompanied by the sharp and neat slicing of the bright blade, the crystal white lotus root slices lay neatly on the chopping board piece by piece in a regular "swipe" sound.

Lotus root is usually divided into seven-hole lotus and nine-hole lotus root.

Qikong is the noodle lotus root, which is specially used for stewing soup. As long as you cook it in a casserole for half an hour, the taste of the fresh soup will go into the lotus root. The entrance is soft and sweet, and the two rows of teeth are gently arranged. When closed, the taste of micro-sand is just right.

Nine-hole lotus root is crispy lotus root. When it is fried, the vegetables are full of water and the entrance is crisp; However, it is not suitable for making soup, because crisp lotus root does not absorb oil. If you make soup, the soup will be greasy and the lotus root will not taste good.

There are also some differences in the appearance of the crispy lotus root. The crispy lotus root is white and raw, and it looks very clear with the water head; some of the noodles are light yellow in color, and some have a little powder on the outside. The powder is not heavy, it just seems to borrow a touch of color from the tip of the lotus petal.

What Luo Jiujiang is putting on the chopping board now is this washed pale pink seven-hole lotus root.

A small section of lotus root on the chopping board is straight, and the outer belt is slightly pink, like a shy and thin beauty arm. When Luo Jiujiang's quick knife peeled off this layer of lotus root skin, there was only a watery white inside.

The ancients once said in a poem that "the people on the side are like the moon, and the wrists are frozen with frost and snow", but that's probably because they haven't seen this lotus root on the Luojiujiang chopping board.

If the poet sees this section of peeling lotus root, which is full of spiritual energy, the jade wrist of the beauty must have another description.

The audience in the live broadcast room were very accustomed to Luo Jiujiang's stunt of "peeling the kitchen knife in three seconds".

Occasionally a newcomer enters by mistake, and there is a fuss on the barrage - "My computer graphics card is broken?", and will be taught by the old audience:

- "The real work of the anchor, just watch it."

- "Don't make a fuss, the basic knife skills are seen every day."

- "Friendly reminder, you'd better find a bag of snacks to hold, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The mobile phone in the live broadcast is placed diagonally in front of Luo Jiujiang's perspective. Occasionally, he will take a look at the bullet screen.

But most of the time, such as now, Luo Jiujiang does not comment on the content of the bullet screen.

The noodle lotus root that was pinched from the head to the tail was cut into evenly thick lotus root slices by Luo Jiujiang. His palm magically rubbed the lotus root slices on the lotus root slices, and the neat lotus root slices followed his strength, layer by layer counterclockwise. Arranged into a blooming flower.

- "Really, no matter how many times I watch it, I still admire the anchor's skill in cutting vegetables."

- "I admire it too, but it's useless. Whose dishes will be placed on the chopping board?"

- "Are you new here? Otherwise, why would you ask such a stupid question?"

- "???"

Under the bewildered gaze of the newcomer full of question marks, Luo Jiujiang took the spare glass plate aside.

He pressed his left hand flat on the cutting board, slapped it just right, and the cutting board jumped slightly along with his strength. The lotus root slices blooming on the cutting board took off under the action of inertia, and were held by Luo Jiujiang at the bottom of the glass plate.

The flower that the lotus root slices spread out magically moved from the chopping board to the glass plate, and there was not even a little bit of dislocation due to friction.

The newcomer's eyes are about to fall out.

- "What is this? How can you still play like this? God, is this?"

There was a hahahaha sound in the barrage.

- "Sit down and sit down, the anchor operates normally."

- "This time, the anchor just flew a lotus flower to set the plate, and it's not exciting at all. Next time, the anchor will come back and set the plate in the air and rotate it 360 degrees!"

Luo Jiujiang inadvertently glanced at this barrage, and when cleaning the blade, he replied: "Yes, tomorrow, there will be a carved radish cold dish, and then it can be flipped in mid-air."

Because of his firm commitment, the comments were instantly filled with jubilation.

Luo Jiujiang's figure walked deeper into the kitchen, and the camera controlled by the system's mechanical data also followed steadily. Luo Jiujiang took out the fresh pork ribs that were cut into chunks in front of everyone, and shook the ingredients in front of the camera again.

"We're making lotus root pork ribs soup this time."

"First of all, prepare the chopped ribs and lotus root slices. I just showed you how to cut them."

"The spareribs need to be blanched in water to filter the blood. I did this step just now—"

Luo Jiujiang was just halfway through speaking when he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Han Qianling had already walked to the door of the kitchen, looking at the complete set of camera equipment in Luo Jiujiang's kitchen, he was obviously a little surprised: "Oh, you are broadcasting live."

"No." Luo Jiujiang's fingers almost turned into afterimages at that moment, and the audience in the live broadcast room didn't realize what happened, and suddenly blacked out.

It is literally a black eye! Their wicked anchors were only halfway done, and they left a group of children waiting to be fed and ran away!

Facing the live broadcast with a black screen, the audience couldn't understand what happened for a long time.

- "What happened just now?"

- "I just heard a voice talking and the screen went dark."

- "Oh, it turns out that the screen of my mobile phone is broken. I starved to death and I thought the anchor would stop broadcasting."

- "Be sober up front, you're starving to the point of insanity. The anchor just stopped broadcasting."

- "So, who is that off-screen voiceover?"

No matter how the audience faced the sudden anchor strike, the fact that there was no delicious pork rib soup today was cruelly placed in front of their eyes.

On the other side, in the reality that belongs to Luo Jiujiang, Han Qianling looked at the camera that was suddenly turned off, and his expression was slightly stunned: "I just heard you talking, so come and have a look..."

"Well, it was live just now, but it's gone now." Luo Jiujiang shrugged casually, "There are stools in the kitchen, if you're tired, sit for a while."

Han Qianling thought for a while and sat on a chair.

Looking at the professional cameras in the kitchen, he said thoughtfully: "So you are the anchor? What do you usually broadcast live, is it cooking?"

"It used to be eating and broadcasting, but it was later changed to cooking." Luo Jiujiang's eyes were slightly curved, and he spoke to Han Qianling in a joking tone, "It's delicious enough to make you misunderstood, I can learn it well, right?"

An unnatural expression flashed across Han Qianling's face, and he carefully observed Luo Jiujiang's expression.

After discovering that Luo Jiujiang was really just joking and talking casually, he couldn't help but be a little more confused in his eyes.

"Last misunderstanding, I really feel very..."

Before he could finish his apology, Luo Jiujiang had already interrupted him one step ahead, "The misunderstanding last time was a surprise, nothing to worry about."

"The only thing I'm sorry for is probably the dishes I made - they were all left to cool. As compensation, I suggest you eat a little more today."

"… it is good."

Han Qianling watched Luo Jiujiang turn around, and methodically put the seasoned ginger and onion cooking wine in the casserole, boiled the clear soup, and then began to simmer the ribs.

Just looking at the other party's calm movements, Han Qianling felt an indescribable relaxation.

He didn't know why this relaxed state of mind came from, maybe because he finally got rid of the torment of his chronic illness, he was extra lighthearted.

Or, just because Luo Jiujiang has such an unconsciously convincing power. His temperament, his words and deeds, and his easy-going but sloppy smile all carry a quiet and refined open-mindedness.

Han Qianling felt calm beside Luo Jiujiang, like a tired bird returning to its nest.

"What's the name of your live studio?"

Luo Jiujiang turned around and reported a name.

Han Qianling lowered his head and installed the video software on his mobile phone, then searched and clicked into Luo Jiujiang's live broadcast room.

The live broadcast room is still discussing why the anchor mysteriously goes offline.

- "Ah, so who is that mysterious man?"

- "The anchor is really dedicated after not doing food and broadcasting, waiting for you in front of the chopping board in the wind and rain, and I haven't missed three meals a day. This is the first time I have seen an anchor pinch a broadcast in the middle."

- "Seriously, if someone asks you, you can pinch the broadcaster with a guilty conscience. Did the broadcaster steal someone's pot?"

These are all sand sculpture netizens. Han Qianling snorted in his heart, turned down expressionlessly, and clicked on the red follow button.

His attention, in terms of the number of fans recorded by Luo Jiujiang in 10,000, could not even cause a splash.

However, the news was immediately notified to Luo Jiujiang by the system: [Your Bai Yueguang has subscribed to your live broadcast room. ]

Luo Jiujiang was very happy after hearing this: [Really? ]

[As a celebration, let's beat up the scum tonight? ]

System: [… Stop it. ]

Han Qianling's fingertips went up, and the barrage was still discussing why the anchor dropped. Although there is no food as an incentive, the netizens are very open-minded, self-sufficient and very happy.

Han Qianling's eyes swept over the unreliable guesses, and finally asked the question himself.

"I just came over to see when I heard the talk, and I found out that you will walk away immediately after the live broadcast. You are not on the live broadcast, why did you suddenly turn it off?"

Then he heard that Luo Jiujiang said in a natural tone: "Since you are here, of course, I am chatting with you. If you are not used to the live broadcast, you will close it. Well, the pork ribs soup will take a while, if you are hungry Eat some apples first."

He turned around and handed Han Qianling a plain white porcelain bowl, which contained a carved gardenia, and each petal could be torn off and eaten by hand. Han Qianling was holding the flower, and he was a little reluctant to speak.

Luo Jiujiang smiled: "Eat it."

Only then did Han Qianling gently take off a petal.

The sweet taste of apples melted on the tip of Han Qianling's tongue. He was holding the petals specially carved by Luo Jiujiang, and his expression was a bit like a child's helplessness for a while.

If Luo Jiujiang resented what he had done because of a misunderstanding, let him sit in the kitchen first, and then splashed him with hot soup, Han Qianling could understand.

Furthermore, if Luo Jiujiang saw that he was a rich man and wanted to be friends with him and make a fortune from him, Han Qianling would still understand.

But Luo Jiujiang has such a skill, so he didn't have to worry about money, let alone flatter himself; and he didn't take the casserole to pour himself, he just turned around, because he was afraid of being hungry, so he was the first time for himself Carved a gardenia.

Han Qianling was holding that petal, as if he was holding the sweetness that he had never been able to get in the first half of his life.

In the first half of his short life, he has been in the company of pain, experienced parting, betrayal, abuse and loneliness... He has come from adversity against the wind and rain, wearing an indestructible armor, and will never be hurt by the world again.

However, his armor would collapse in front of an apple blossom, shattered to the ground, and slammed into Han Qianling's ear.

Han Qianling closed his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple slightly. The sweet juice wetted his throat, and a pure longing rose in him.

That desire is not even mixed with any desire, but the blind man wants to get close to the color, and the cold man wants to throw himself into the firelight.

If he pronounces the other party's name, will the same sweetness flow through the tip of his tongue because of those two syllables

Han Qianling paused for a moment, and said hesitantly, "...Jingjiang?"

Hearing him call that, Luo Jiujiang laughed.

"Don't call me Jingjiang, you can call me Jiujiang." Luo Jiujiang said gently, "close friends, family members, and future partners... I will let them call me that."