Master Fan was stunned by Tang Qiaoqiao's anger, and shouted, "You know how to cook. When I was a cook, you little girl didn't have milk yet."
Tang Qiaoqiao sneered: "You will also rely on the old to sell the old and shout loudly. It's not the loud voice when you cook."
Master Fan felt that he was greatly despised, and no one in the crew dared to look down on him.
"Listen to your tone, you can also cook? Then let's compete."
Tang Qiaoqiao stood up: "Yes, what if you lose?"
"If I lose, I'll kowtow to you three times immediately. If you lose, get out of the crew." Master Fan looked like he was winning.
"You don't need to kowtow, you don't deserve it, as long as you apologize to me in public, and admit that you embezzled the money from the crew."
"Who is the referee?"
"Of course it's the people present." Tang Qiaoqiao said.
[This kind of person is simply a bully on the set. Don't compare Qiaoqiao with him, safety is the most important thing] [Don't be afraid, Qiaoqiao, we will support you and kill the fat man]
[Yes, if he dares to hurt you, we will expose him]
[What's wrong with the crew, the food is unpalatable, you can't say it, gangsters] [The temple is a little demon, and there are more than eight kings in Chiqian]
Zhang Wu looked at the rising number of people in the live broadcast room, and his mouth was grinning to the corner of his mouth. Today, he has dug a big fish.
When the producer and director learned that they were coming, Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan were already standing in front of the stove, surrounded by people watching, Zhang Wu grabbed a good seat in the front row.
However, the producer not only did not persuade Master Fan, but instead asked the crew photographer to take a good shot. What a good promotional material, it would be a fool if the popularity is not low.
Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan are comparing braised pork rice.
Master Fan slashed the knife against the chopping board and said harshly, "Little girl, it's too late to admit defeat."
Tang Qiaoqiao didn't even give him a look, just took a piece of pork belly that was fat, three and thin, seven, and cut it into small cubes the size of half a thumb, so that it was more delicious and tasted better.
"Asking for it." Master Fan cursed angrily, and began to process the ingredients.
Tang Qiaoqiao removed both ends of the onion, peeled off the coat, and cut into small onion rings. Delicate snow-white lard is boiled in a pot, deep-fry onion rings until golden brown, remove and drain the oil, and then crush them for later use.
Tang Qiaoqiao moved smoothly, the onion, ginger and garlic were sautéed in a hot pot, and the pork belly was stir-fried, and the fat in the fat part was slowly forced out.
Tang Qiaoqiao placed half a pot of diced meat in one pot. Seeing that the heat was uneven, she habitually tipped the spoon.
The flames ignited along the edge of the pot, and everyone exclaimed "Oh Huo".
At this moment, the kitchen helper who was guarding next to him exclaimed, "The pot weighs more than ten kilograms, and you can actually afford it. You are a woman."
More than ten pounds
Tough girl
She's cheap again, isn't it, so many people see her, don't they think she's a female man
No, absolutely not.
Tang Qiaoqiao had a flash of inspiration, grabbed the handle of the pot and tried to flip it again, but this time she just lifted it up, and she put it down with shaking hands.
"It's really heavy, I almost broke my hand." Tang Qiaoqiao shook her wrist and pretended to be weak.
Master Fan glanced at her with contempt, and the one with small arms and calves still wanted to shake the spoon, over his own ability.
Just now, she must have used all the strength of her whole body to get up just once. If she wants to show off her skills, it's just a slap in the face. Master Fan is even more sure that Tang Qiaoqiao has a strong mouth.
Zhang Wu's live broadcast room is still in progress, and the number of people has exceeded 500,000.
[Qiao Qiao is very stable the first time, why can't it be lifted the second time?][I can't use it, it's a test of arm strength, Qiaoqiao is a weak woman after all.][I just came in, what happened, it was the first time I saw an actress cooking with makeup on the set] [Fox spirit modern life talk about life record hahaha ,too difficult]
After the edges of the pork belly are stir-fried and slightly coke, add the chopped onion, star anise, five-spice powder, rock sugar, cooking wine, soy sauce and some warm water to the pot, stir fry evenly, transfer to a casserole and turn on a low heat Slow brine.
Tang Qiaoqiao boiled another pot of hard-boiled eggs, peeled off the shell, and simmered slowly with the braised pork.
While Tang Qiaoqiao was waiting for the braised pork to be stewed, he washed the pots and pans and wiped the tabletop spotlessly, leaving only a large white porcelain basin on the side, waiting to serve the braised pork.
Master Fan put his hands on his hips and sneered: "All these little things are useless."
"At least I can eat at ease and don't have to worry about diarrhea."
Tang Qiaoqiao secretly regretted, knowing that the dish was made by this kind of food, she should not move.
When the time was up, Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan cooked at about the same time, and they both brought the casserole to the empty table outside.
As soon as the lid was opened, the thick meat aroma was wrapped in the dense heat and spread out in all directions.
Everyone turned their heads to look at the two pots of meat. It was rare for Master Fan to be so generous. It's just that the cut is too big, but it also makes the fat stand out, it looks greasy, and the color is too dark.
Everyone glanced at them, and they were attracted by Tang Qiaoqiao's pot of meat.
The aroma is so appealing, the color is brown and red and oily, and the flesh is thick. Just a glance can provoke silent taste buds.
Everyone shouted: "I want to eat what Tang Qiaoqiao made." "I will eat this pot."
Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Everyone line up and come one by one."
Master Fan was very angry. Usually these little bastards flattered him, but now they don't give him face.
He grabbed one or two familiar staff members at random: "Damn it, isn't it delicious for me to cook? Come back to me."
The staff looked at each other and smiled awkwardly: "Master Fan, your cooking must be delicious, but we also want to try something new today." After saying that, he broke free of his hand and ran away.
Tang Qiaoqiao spread a layer of braised pork on the white rice, added half a braised egg, and served with a few green vegetables.
Each grain of rice with moderate softness and hardness is covered with gravy. The fat of the meat and the gelatin of the skin are all melted in the soup, which melts in the mouth.
Master Fan looked at Tang Qiaoqiao's excitement, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.