Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack

The vegetable market is bustling with people.

Tang Qiaoqiao looked at the dazzling array of ingredients, his eyes brightened.

Wei Yiqi followed her closely and asked in a low voice, "Sister Qiaoqiao, what are we going to buy?" He was still at a loss as to what he was going to do.

Tang Qiaoqiao: "Do you know how to cook?"

Wei Yiqi shook his head shyly: "I can only make instant noodles." If there is no seasoning bag, he can only eat noodles.

"You can't do this. A man has to learn how to cook before a woman likes it. Today, my sister will give you a kitchen enlightenment."

Wei Yiqi was a little dumb: "Oh, good."

[Grass (a kind of plant, I think what Tang Qiaoqiao said is very reasonable, he asks women to cook for everything) [Yes, my criterion for finding a man is to be able to cook]

[Wei Yiqi was completely led by Tang Qiaoqiao by his nose, silly] Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi walked around the vegetable market and found the grain, oil and food section. First, they put all kinds of condiments and spices such as the most basic oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Buy it all.

While shopping, she gave Wei Yiqi Kepu: "This cooking wine and sesame oil are all necessary, remember?"

"I see." Wei Yiqi suddenly felt like he was going to school, and only hated that he didn't bring a notebook with him.

Tang Qiaoqiao: "Boss, give me another 20 kilograms of flour, a bag of yeast, and a bag of baking powder."

"Good."

The boss thoughtfully packed the things Tang Qiaoqiao bought in a large cardboard box, taped them tightly on the four sides, and then wrapped two ropes to carry them.

Tang Qiaoqiao finished his calculations and put away his wallet, then he mentioned that he proudly prepared to move on to the next goal.

With empty hands, Wei Yiqi said quickly: "Sister Qiaoqiao, I'm coming, you can't hold it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Tang Qiaoqiao easily picking up the cardboard box with one hand.

Tang Qiaoqiao's eyes slowly moved from Wei Yiqi's a little bewildered face to his hand carrying the cardboard box.

How could her hands be so fast, she completely forgot that there were 20 catties of flour in the carton, and various bottles and cans, which added up to at least 30 catties.

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly staggered, and the carton fell heavily on the ground.

"No wonder, I feel so laborious to carry it, it's too heavy."

Wei Yiqi: "Yes, just leave this kind of physical work to a man like me, and your delicate girls can't handle it."

"Yes, yes, I'm a pretty girl," Tang Qiaoqiao was excited from the embarrassment in an instant, and gave a thumbs up, "I can look at people, very good."

Wei Yiqi didn't understand why she praised herself so well. She was praised anyway, so he smiled shyly.

Then Tang Qiaoqiao went to buy ten kilograms of pork belly, specially selected three fat and seven thin ones, and let the boss grind them into two big roots, pork tube bones.

The two of them had another round in the vegetable market and bought some miscellaneous things.

Tang Qiaoqiao looked around the market, and finally pointed to a place and said, "There is still something missing, go there."

The last two people finished shopping and stood at the door of the vegetable market, with big and small bags at their feet, and they had a good harvest.

Wei Yiqi panted, "How do we go back?" He couldn't carry so many things.

Tang Qiaoqiao: "Get in the car."

"But do we still have money?"

Tang Qiaoqiao flipped through his wallet and took out the only remaining paper currency: "There are only ten dollars left."

"Taking a taxi is not enough for the starting fee," Wei Yiqi turned to follow the photographer, looking pitifully, "Can I borrow some money?"

The photographer shook his head in principle.

Tang Qiaoqiao cast his gaze on a tricycle at the entrance of a store not far away, and an uncle sat next to him to enjoy the coolness.

She ran over and smiled sweetly at the uncle: "Uncle, does your tricycle deliver goods?"

The uncle looked up at a beautiful female doll in a pink dress, and said: "It can be given away during peacetime, but I hurt my foot the day before yesterday and I can't ride it now."

"Then, can I ride by myself? I'm not a liar. We are recording the show. I have a photographer. Our restaurant is two blocks away. If you don't believe me, you can go and see with us. It's just that I only have ten. Yuan, will I give it to you after I make the money, okay?"

The uncle smiled heartily: "The girl doll doesn't need to explain so much, you can use it as you like, what can be tricked by a broken three-wheeled car. Not to mention the money, just give it back to me when it's used up."

Tang Qiaoqiao smiled with eyes crooked: "Thank you, uncle, you can visit us later when you have time. I will treat you to something delicious."

Wei Yiqi was guarding things in place, and soon saw Tang Qiaoqiao riding a tricycle back.

He was pleasantly surprised: "Sister Qiao Qiao, you can still ride a tricycle, I don't know how."

Tang Qiaoqiao triumphed on the bangs in front of her forehead. She wouldn't, it was the original master's meeting.

Wei Yiqi hurriedly put the things on the wheeled cart one by one, and then sat down with the photographer one by one.

Tang Qiaoqiao suddenly turned his head and asked, "Does it seem that I am not so charming when riding a tricycle?"

Wei Yiqi:? ? ?

He thought seriously for a few seconds: "It shouldn't matter."

"That's good," Tang Qiaoqiao nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, "Go."

[Little question mark, do you have many children? ? ? ? 】

[Wei Yiqi is simply a heart-warming little angel, Tang Qiaoqiao asks and answers]

[Does Tang Qiaoqiao now want to shape Jiao Didi's character? Good watch]

[I don’t think alas, although she said that, she did everything from the beginning to the end looking for stores to buy things and borrowing tricycles. She liked the duck very much] [A female celebrity rode a three-wheeled tricycle on the street. Very excited, I suddenly came to Tang Qiaoqiao’s cuteness] [I came in late, why did I ride three wheels here hhhh, Zhou Meng was delivered by a high-end delivery car] [The chicken combo in elementary school is so simple and unpretentious, i I'm up]

When Tang Qiaoqiao and the others returned to the restaurant, the other two groups had already returned.

Wang Qiang and Xiao Ke discussed for a long time, and finally decided to sell milk tea. Milk tea has a small cost and a big profit, and they have a full set of equipment for making beverages, which is easy to operate.

Zhou Meng chose to make sushi. She once studied in Japan and has a little bit of research on sushi. She and Hu Miao used their extensive celebrity contacts to buy a batch of Japanese ingredients from suppliers at extremely favorable prices.

Anyway, the program team doesn't care what method the guests use to obtain ingredients, as long as they don't overspend.

Zhou Meng was handling salmon gracefully. Seeing Tang Qiaoqiao coming back on a tricycle, he also took down a lot of messy, black and red bags and cut it in disdain: It really was a dumpling from the country.

Wei Yiqi was a little anxious: "Sister Qiaoqiao, they have all started."

Tang Qiaoqiao calmly said, "Hurry up is not enough. Come on, put on your clothes first."

The last thing she bought was two sets of chef uniforms. To work in the restaurant kitchen, chef uniforms are essential if you want to have a sense of sacredness.

Well, in fact, she mainly doesn't want the oil fume to stain her beautiful dress.

Tang Qiaoqiao put all his hair in the white chef hat carefully, showing only a pretty face. Wei Yiqi was originally very tender, but after putting on a full set of chef uniforms, he became more mature inexplicably.

[Sisters, type professional on the public screen! 】

[Tang Qiaoqiao's whole face is so beautiful, is it still so good-looking, I hate the big face] [Suddenly subdued y, I like it]

[Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi have a sense of c (Don’t kong, kong is you right) [weakly say I’m here too]

After Tang Qiaoqiao put the kitchen in order, she started to do it. What she wanted to do was pan-fried buns and spicy soup.

She directed Wei Yiqi to wash the side dishes, blanch the pork bones in a pot of cold water by herself, wash them up, add scallions and **** to the fire to start the soup.

While the pork bones were boiling the soup, she poured out the flour, added yeast, baking powder, sugar and cooked lard, and added water to knead the noodles.

Tang Qiaoqiao's strength was precise, and soon he hand-finished, surface-finished, and basin-finished, kneaded a large white and fat dough, and the fresh-keeping film covered the surface of the dough.

Then she started processing the stuffing of the pan-fried buns non-stop.

Add light soy sauce, pepper, ground ginger, a little salt and monosodium glutamate to the pork belly, mix well, then add sesame oil and water, stir in one direction, so that the sesame oil and water completely penetrate into the meat, and finally add the chopped green onion. Stir again, the meat filling will taste tender and chewy.

At this time, the noodles are ready, roll them into strips, pull them into noodles, press them into even-sized noodles, and start filling with fillings.

Tang Qiaoqiao is very skillful, and each bun has 12 pleats in her hands.

Wei Yiqi looked at Tang Qiaoqiao and wrapped one in a few seconds, his eyes straightened: "Sister Qiaoqiao, you are amazing."

Tang Qiaoqiao kept moving his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly twitched.

"Do you want to try?"

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