"I'm afraid of being a disservice."
Wei Yiqi was eager to try, he wanted to help Tang Qiaoqiao. But watching her wrap up rows of almost identical buns, he felt that he was destroying the artwork by doing it.
Tang Qiaoqiao encouraged him: "Once you are born and you are cooked twice."
Wei Yiqi hesitated, took a piece of dough, and wrapped it up like Tang Qiaoqiao.
Wei Yiqi gave up after two tosses, either the stuffing leaked out, or the buns were deflated into a ball, it was all small money.
"My eyes have learned, but my hands have not."
[It's so real, I'm exactly the same as Wei Yiqi when I make dumplings]
[The handicapped party has been connoted]
[Tang Qiaoqiao is so professional, I counted 12 folds, the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder] Tang Qiaoqiao is not difficult for him: "Don't wrap it, go wash the gluten."
Tang Qiaoqiao gave him a small piece of dough and taught him how to keep rubbing the dough with cold water.
"This is physical work, as long as you keep washing the dough until no more flour can be washed."
This looks simple, and Wei Yiqi is in high spirits.
Xiaoke and Wang Qiang were trying to make pearls, they could have bought ready-made pearls. But if everything is bought finished products, and they come back and just cook it, they are afraid of being criticized by the audience as opportunistic.
It's just that the pearl ball looks simple, and it is not easy to make it soft and glutinous. Either it's too hard, or it doesn't form, and it wastes several pots.
Compared with Xiao Ke and the others, Zhou Meng and Hu Miao's live broadcast room was happy and harmonious.
Zhou Meng and Hu Miao are the biggest sources of traffic for the program team, and the photographers take special care of them. The shooting angle and lens language are very particular.
The window was bright and clean, and the photographer moved up slowly towards Zhou Meng's slender hands holding sushi, until she photographed her delicate face.
Hu Miao attacked Zhou Meng, and the two smiled at each other from time to time, and the live broadcast room exploded.
[Ah, ah, the scene of the idol drama running to the scene, my c hit is real] [Mengmeng is so good, the sushi's sales are not worse than the professional ones]
[It's not bad, you can go to open a store to sell it, my goddess is so versatile] [I really want to eat sushi made by my brother, I envy the fans of the imperial capital]...
Tang Qiaoqiao counted the number of buns, then put a thin layer of oil in the pan, and placed the fried buns in a circle from the outside to the inside. A total of about 80 fried buns can be put in one pot. .
When the bottom of the fried dumplings is slightly golden brown, pour in water, close the lid and continue to fry over low heat.
Tang Qiaoqiao always pays full attention when cooking, and the aura in his hands seeps into the food.
At this time, Wei Yiqi had already washed the gluten, and the soup of the pork bones had been boiled with a strong fragrance, and the whole kitchen was filled with the umami of bone soup.
The side dishes in the Hu spicy soup are different from place to place. Tang Qiaoqiao chooses day lily, fungus, shredded kelp, tofu skin, peanuts and gluten.
If the peanuts are hard to cook, pour them into the soup and cook them, sprinkle with a proper amount of onion ginger, light soy sauce, salt, spice powder, etc.
Hu spicy soup, Hu spicy soup, the essential pepper should be sprinkled more.
The washed gluten is diced by hand and sprinkled into the soup pot. After cooking until the gluten floats, add the soaked day lily, fungus and other side dishes one by one.
The last step is the key thickening, which is the batter that Wei Yiqi washed with gluten.
Wei Yiqi took the settled batter and slowly poured it into the soup, while Tang Qiaoqiao kept stirring in one direction with a wooden spoon. .
Wei Yiqi took a deep breath and swallowed: "It's so fragrant."
He looked up, "Puchi" came out with joy, Tang Qiaoqiao didn't know when she became a little face.
"Sister Qiaoqiao, you have flour on your face."
"Ah, where did you get it?" Tang Qiaoqiao quickly wiped it with a tissue but couldn't clean it.
Wei Yiqi just stretched out his hand to wipe for her, but suddenly felt bad, so he took out his mobile phone and held it up for Tang Qiaoqiao as a mirror: "Did you see it clearly?"
Tang Qiaoqiao leaned closer to the phone and finally saw the spot where the flour was stained. After wiping it clean, she smiled at him: "Thank you."
"No... You're welcome." Wei Yiqi suddenly blushed a little.
[Mom is so sweet, ooh, ooh, ooh]
[I thought Wei Yiqi would wipe it for her, but I didn't expect that the little milk dog hit my girl's heart in an instant, so gentle] [My brother is still young, mom won't allow you to fall in love]
[C fans will die if they don’t make up their minds. I just want to eat raw fried buns and spicy soup. It looks delicious.] Another man in the villa flipped through the comments in the live broadcast room, and then saw Tang Qiaoqiao facing Wei Yi. The oddly smiling face reminded me of the vague rumors about her and Shen Liang.
There was ridicule in his eyes, and his nature was hard to change, and he was just pretending in front of him.
He turned off the live broadcast abruptly and threw the phone aside with a snap.
Fried wrap is ready.
Tang Qiaoqiao lifted the lid, and hot air burst out. The fried buns were placed next to each other, lined up neatly.
The dough was sprinkled with black sesame seeds and green chopped green onion, and the dense heat was wrapped in the aroma of meat, coke, and sesame, and it slammed into the nostrils, arousing the greedy worms in the stomach.
The photographer aimed the lens at the 360° surround shot of the fried dumplings, and couldn't help but gulped while taking pictures.
Wei Yiqi was already waiting with chopsticks and a lunch box in hand, and his eyes were shining.
Tang Qiaoqiao laughed and said, "Come on, I'll give it to you first." She neatly put four fried buns for Wei Yiqi and a bowl of Hu spicy soup.
The photographer is no exception. Tang Qiaoqiao has a small space here. Except for the fixed camera in the kitchen, there is only one photographer to follow the shooting, and the others, including the director, are remotely controlled.
The director didn't expect Tang Qiaoqiao to be so good at cooking, and to look so good, he felt that he had dug up a treasure from the ruins.
The other staff looked at the lucky photographer who was burying his head in the food and were envious. Is it really that delicious
More than just delicious.
The fried foreskin is thin but not broken, the bottom is golden and crispy, the teeth lightly bite a small mouth, the fresh and tender soup flows into the mouth, and the mouth is slightly hot, and a mouthful of rich gravy bursts in the mouth. Add some balsamic vinegar, and the aftertaste is endless.
After eating a fried bun, drink a sip of Hu spicy soup. Hu Spicy Soup is a sticky, fragrant flavor. The day lily and kelp have a refreshing taste, and the gluten is full of the rich soup, and it is especially enjoyable to chew each bite.
[Oh my god, delicious duck, I'm hungry, I want to order the fried buns and Hu spicy soup] [The saliva is down, the fried buns are delicious at first glance]
[I seem to smell the fragrance across the screen, please don't give me close-up anymore, I'm losing weight] Tang Qiaoqiao couldn't help eating two fried buns herself. She looked at the glasses and suddenly remembered that she couldn't forget it. audience.
She held up a raw fried bun that she took a bite into, stretched out the minced meat filling with a dollop of soup in front of the screen, and shook it twice.
"Are there any viewers in our live broadcast room? If so, let's show it to you. It's full of meat stuffing. I love meat the most."
Tang Qiaoqiao advertised by the way: "We'll start selling it after a while, you can come and try it if it's convenient for you."
[Take it away, you are torturing me, because I can't go to the imperial capital o(╥﹏╥)o] [Thank you for reminding me, I didn't want to go out, but the restaurant is so close to me, I will go now, I must give I'll keep one.] [Go upstairs and try it out for us.]
[Acting skills are too fake, it looks like no one has eaten raw fried buns, how delicious can they be] [Second, what's so good about making buns, what Zhou Meng does is called art] Four o'clock in the afternoon, three groups All are ready to start selling.
The show was broadcast live for a long time, and many fans had already heard the news, but they were always stopped by the staff. Now that it was released, a large number of fans and passers-by flocked in.
There were more than a dozen simple dining tables outside the restaurant, but there were not enough of them at all, and a long queue soon formed at the window.
Among them, Zhou Meng and Hu Miao had the longest queue in front of the window. The colorful sushi she made looked good and looked very high-end when placed in the window.
There are also many people in Xiaoke's team, and it is very pleasant to drink a cup of cold and refreshing milk tea in the afternoon.
Only Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi are the two scumbags here.
Wei Yiqi looked at the long queue at other people's windows, his eyes were too hot: "Sister Qiao Qiao, do you want me to go out to solicit customers?"
Tang Qiaoqiao: "Don't worry, just wait and see."
At this time, a girl with a high ponytail came over: "How do you sell your things?"
Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Five pieces of fried buns, and a bowl of Hu spicy soup for three pieces."
"I'll come with three fried buns and a bowl of Hu spicy soup."
Wei Yiqi hurriedly packed her plate.
The girl was the netizen Xiaoxiao who was shouting that she was near here in the live broadcast room just now. After she got the fried buns and Hu spicy soup, she happened to find an empty seat and sat down to eat.
She gently shook the white fat fried bun, and took a bite. Her eyes suddenly lit up, it was even more delicious than she thought, and it was full of meaty aroma, but there was no fishy smell of pork.
Hu spicy soup has plenty of side dishes, and the taste is soft. The spicy taste is long but not choking.
It was delicious, she cried, this trip was not in vain.
Sitting next to Xiaoxiao was a girl in white who was eating sushi. She saw that the girl with a high ponytail was eating with a big mouth, and the smell of meat was lingering on the tip of her nose. She suddenly felt that the cold sushi in her hand was tasteless.
She is a fan of Zhou Meng and came to line up early in the morning. She has been anorexia for a long time, originally just to support her idol, she got exquisite nigiri sushi, and she couldn't eat it after one bite.
But at this moment, she smelled the fragrance of the fried buns, and her mouth actually secreted saliva.
She asked, "Is this delicious?"
Xiaoxiao nodded fiercely: "It's delicious, it's a loss if you don't buy it."
Xiaoxiao turned around and wanted to buy a few more, but now Tang Qiaoqiao's window had gathered some guests attracted by the fragrance.
"It's over, the treasure has been discovered, and I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it later."
The girl in white also lined up with Xiaoxiao with a dubious attitude. Gradually, there were more and more people in this team.
Zhou Meng saw it in his eyes, and there was a faint unease in his heart.