The steamer heated up quickly, and Tu Rongrong steamed a lot of rice noodles very quickly, and then asked Tu Che to help cut the vermicelli. Of course, since the rice noodles just out of the pan were still hot, Tu Che let them cool down.
The rice milk weighed about 20 to 30 catties, and it took more than an hour for Tu Rongrong to get all the rice noodles ready. Turongrong is a little hot right now, and she doesn't want to move after making the rice noodles.
"Uncle Che, help me fry these chicken cutlets." Tu Rongrong, who was standing by the pot and steaming all the rice noodles, didn't want to go near the stove at all, so she planned to ask Tu Che to help fry all the chicken cutlets.
"Anyway, I've already put all the seasonings and marinated the chicken chops. I just need to fry the chicken chops." Tu Rongrong said to Tu Che while drinking iced watermelon juice.
Well, bionic bio-robots are not afraid of heat.
Tu Che felt helpless looking at her like this, why is he still so lazy? But who made it all because they pampered this girl like this? Just be lazy if you are lazy, and there is no such thing as anger.
Tu Che agreed to help fry chicken chops, and Tu Rongrong was happy. She and Tu Yuanyuan sat in the shed together, one holding iced watermelon juice and the other holding room temperature watermelon juice, watching Tu Che busy.
Of course, Tu Rongrong didn't forget the pot of stewed chicken soup next to him. He went over to check the fire from time to time. The fire should not be too hot or extinguished.
Tu Che poured out the water from the big pot where the rice noodles were steamed just now. Tu Che chose a place full of weeds to pour water in. In this way, the boiling water might still be able to scald the weeds to death. , to facilitate their removal of weeds.
After Tu Che cleaned the pot, he started to heat up the fire, and the water in the pot was slowly dried up.
Half a pot of oil was poured into the pot, and Tu Che didn't heat it up too much, it was only slightly higher than medium heat. While waiting for the oil temperature to rise slowly, Tu Che took out the marinated chicken chops, and coated them with rice flour and egg liquid one by one according to Tu Rongrong's instructions.
This time, Tu Rongrong directly ground the rice into powder, so it can be directly wrapped in chicken chops. Tu Che repeated the steps of adding rice flour and egg liquid several times, and finally coated with rice flour, then put it into the already 70% to 80% hot oil pan for deep frying.
The audience was very curious when they saw the steamed rice noodles with velvet just now. The rice noodles have no taste, so how can velvet be said to be delicious? Of course, in the live broadcast room where only the permissions of touch and taste are turned off, you can still smell the chicken soup stewed next to it.
Everyone is familiar with chicken soup, as soon as you smell this familiar taste, you will know it.
[To be honest, I have been drinking chicken soup recently, do you feel tired?]
[It's only been a few days, and you're tired of the taste of chicken soup? Life is so good?]
[I don’t know if it’s because my craftsmanship is not as good as the anchor’s. I don’t like the chicken soup I cook, but I like the chicken soup stewed by the anchor.]
[Anchor, anchor, can you give me a taste of your stewed chicken soup?]
[For more than an hour, I was here watching the anchor steam this tasteless rice noodles?]
[Spicy chicken anchor, what is this rice noodle? Keep us looking at this for over an hour?]
[What is this anchor doing? I have been here for half an hour, why is she still making that rice noodles?]
[This rice noodle has no taste, why does she keep making it?]
[Spicy chicken anchor, he is deceiving us again.]
[Hey, I said those upstairs, since you feel bored, please leave Yuanyuan, please? We anchors don't need your support, okay?]
[By the way, do you really love black? Watching the anchor for more than an hour and spraying the anchor here?]
[Yes, do you really love black? Is it just to scold the anchor for being boring by guarding the anchor for more than an hour?]
[Then you are really boring enough to stay here for more than an hour before scolding the anchor.]
[Ahhh what is fried chicken cutlet?]
[Is fried chicken cutlet fried pheasant?]
[How to fry?]
[Is it fried like the spicy chicken at noon?]
[Ah, anchor, please give me a fried chicken cutlet, I'll buy it for as much as it costs.]
The audience is generally not very calm, and Tu Rongrong also knows that when the number of audience increases, there must be more and more disputes and contradictions.
Tu Rongrong's heart is really glassy. When she was on Earth, she liked to write novels for a while.
During the public period of the novel, she liked to reply to readers' messages in the comment area, but she didn't like to read the comments in the comment area after she was put on the shelf, because she didn't want to see people in the comment area scolding herself. It's too heart-wrenching, too depressing for Glass Heart.
Tu Rongrong didn't watch the barrage anymore, she talked with Tu Yuanyuan, and from time to time instructed Tu Che how to fry the chicken chops.
Little by little, Tu Che coated all the marinated chicken chops with egg liquid and rice noodles, and then deep-fried them in the pan. When they were deep-fried, they took them out, drained the oil, and then continued to fry them again. After repeated frying three times, the chicken chops are almost ready.
Tu Rongrong looked at the freshly baked chicken chops, and took out the salt and pepper powder, chili powder and cumin powder that he had prepared and sprinkled them separately.
"The fried chicken cutlets are ready now, everyone can have a taste." Tu Rongrong divided the fried chicken cutlets into different flavors and took them out on a nearby plate, then she put away the rest No, she doesn't want to eat what the audience has swarmed over - even though she can't see it.
Tu Rongrong also gave Tu Che and Tu Yuanyuan a piece of chicken chop, "Yuanyuan, sister gave you honey, would you like to dip it in the honey?"
What Tu Yuanyuan eats is definitely not salt and pepper flavored or spicy. What Tu Yuanyuan eats are original and cumin-flavored chicken cutlets. I took a bite without dipping in honey, and then tried the taste of dipping in honey, Tu Yuanyuan's eyes lit up.
"If you like to eat, you can't eat too much. You are still young, so you can't eat too much of this kind of fried food." Tu Rongrong touched his sister's head and said, although the future children are really good in physical fitness, but A two-year-old still needs to be more careful.
Tu Che also ate fried chicken cutlets, with a crispy outer skin and a fresh and tender interior. When he bit into the chicken inside, he could still feel the gravy. The rich and fresh aroma made Tu Che couldn't help but nod. The chicken chops are really delicious, I didn't expect these chickens to make so many delicious dishes.
Of course, Tu Yuanyuan and Tu Che ate fried chicken cutlets, and so did the audience in the live broadcast room. This crispy, rich aroma made the audience in the live broadcast room boil.
[Ah, ah, it's delicious, it's delicious, the fried chicken cutlet is delicious.]
[Ah, so the chicken is still so delicious? It's not the same as stewed chicken, and it doesn't taste the same as spicy chicken.]
[Ahhh, this chicken chop is really delicious.]
[I love chicken, I love chicken.]
[Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Is this a lottery?]
[System: "Huatianyuexia" sent fireworks to the anchor "Rongrong"*1]
[System: "Huatianyuexia" gave the anchor "Rongrong" a queen's cloak*1]
[System: "Huatianyuexia" gave the anchor "Rongrong" the supreme scepter*1]
[System: "Huatianyuexia" sent fireworks to the anchor "Rongrong"*1]