Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack

"I'm afraid it would be unhelpful."

Wei Yiqi was eager to try, he wanted to help Tang Qiaoqiao. But watching her pack out rows of almost identical buns, he felt that he had destroyed the artwork.

Tang Qiaoqiao encouraged him: "Once you are born again, you are mature again."

Wei Yiqi hesitated, took a piece of dough, and wrapped it up like Tang Qiaoqiao.

Wei Yiqi tossed two and gave up. Either there was too much stuffing to leak out, or the buns collapsed into a ball. It was all small money.

"My eyes learned, but my hands didn't."

[Too real, I was exactly the same as Wei Yiqi when I made dumplings]

[The handicapped party has been connoted]

[Tang Qiaoqiao is so professional, I counted 12 pleats, good news for obsessive-compulsive disorder] Tang Qiaoqiao is not difficult for him: "Don't pack it, go wash the gluten."

Tang Qiaoqiao gave him a small piece of dough and taught him how to continuously rub the dough with cold water.

"This is manual work, as long as you keep washing until the dough is out of powder."

This looks simple, and Wei Yiqi is very interested.

Na Xiang Xiaoke and Wang Qiang are trying to make pearls, and they could have bought ready-made pearls. But if everything is bought finished products, and they just boil them when they come back, they are afraid of being slapped by the audience as opportunistic.

It’s just that the pearl **** look simple, and it’s really not easy to make them soft and waxy. It's either too hard or it doesn't form, and several pots are wasted.

Compared to Xiao Ke's hurried hands and feet, Zhou Meng and Hu Miao's live broadcast room was joyous and harmonious.

Zhou Meng and Hu Miao are the biggest sources of traffic for the program group. The photographers take special care of them. The shooting angle and language of the lens are very particular.

The window is clear and the photographer is facing Zhou Meng's slender hands holding sushi, slowly moving up until she takes a picture of her delicate face.

Hu Miao laid hands on Zhou Meng, and the two of them smiled at each other from time to time, and the live broadcast room burst into flames.

[Ah, ah, ah, the scene of the idol drama, my c knocked to real] [Mengmeng is great, the sushi is not inferior to the professional]

[Not only is it not bad, you can go to shop and sell it, my goddess is so versatile] [I really want to eat the 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 circles from the outside to the inside. A total of 80 fried buns can be placed in a pot. .

When the bottom of the pan-fried buns is slightly golden brown, pour in water, close the lid and continue simmering over low heat.

When Tang Qiaoqiao is cooking, he always concentrates, the aura in his hands seeps into the food faintly.

At this time, Wei Yiqi had washed the gluten, and the soup of the pork bones had been simmering, and the whole kitchen was filled with the savory taste of bone soup.

The side dishes in the spicy soup are different from place to place. Tang Qiaoqiao chooses daylily, fungus, kelp, bean skin, peanuts and gluten.

The peanuts are hard to cook, so pour them into the soup and cook, sprinkle with appropriate amount of green onion, ginger, light soy sauce, salt, and spice powder.

Hu spicy soup, Hu spicy soup, the essential pepper should be sprinkled more.

The washed gluten is pulled into cubes by hand and sprinkled into the soup pot. After cooking until the gluten rises, add the soaked day lily, fungus and other side dishes one by one.

The last step is the key thickening, using the gluten-washed batter washed by Wei Yiqi.

Wei Yiqi carried the deposited noodle paste and slowly poured it into the soup, while Tang Qiaoqiao used a wooden spoon to stir it in one direction. Slowly, a pot of fragrant and viscous hot and spicy soup was formed. .

Wei Yiqi took a deep breath and swallowed: "It's so fragrant."

He looked up, "Pouch" was amused, Tang Qiaoqiao didn't know when he became a little painted face.

"Sister Jojo, your face is stained with flour."

"Ah, where is it?" To death, Tang Qiaoqiao quickly wiped it with a tissue but couldn't wipe it clean.

Wei Yiqi just stretched out his hand to wipe for her, but suddenly felt that it was not good, so he took out his mobile phone and held it with both hands as a mirror for Tang Qiaoqiao: "Did you see it clearly?"

Tang Qiaoqiao leaned close to the phone, and finally saw the place where the flour was stained. After wiping it off, he smiled at him, "Thank you."

"No...you're welcome." Wei Yiqi blushed suddenly.

[Mom, so sweet, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[I thought Wei Yiqi would wipe it for her, but I didn’t expect that the trick of the little milk dog hit my girl’s heart instantly, too gentleman] [Brother is still young, mother forbids you to fall in love]

[C Fans will die if you don’t make up your brain, I just want to eat raw fried buns and hot spicy soup, looking at the giant delicious] Another man in the villa flipped through the comments in the live broadcast room, and saw Tang Qiaoqiao facing Wei Yi The funny face reminded of the unclear rumors of her and Shen Liang.

There was mockery in his eyes, and his nature was hard to change. He was just pretending to be in front of him.

He snapped off the live broadcast and threw his phone aside.

The pan-fried package is ready.

Tang Qiaoqiao opened the lid, and the enthusiasm came out. The pan-fried buns were arranged next to each other, neatly arranged, and the white and fat cheeks were bulging, and none of them were discouraged.

The dough is sprinkled with black sesame seeds and green scallions, and the scent of meat, burnt and sesame is wrapped in the scorching heat, which suddenly rushes into the nasal cavity, spurring the gluttons in the stomach.

The photographer pointed the camera at the 360° surround shot of the pan-fried buns, and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva while shooting.

Wei Yiqi had already been waiting with chopsticks and a lunch box in his hand, his eyes glistening.

Tang Qiaoqiao laughed and said: "Come on, I'll give it to you first." She neatly picked Wei Yiqi with four pan-fried buns and served another bowl of spicy soup.

The photographer is no exception. Tang Qiaoqiao has a small space here. Except for the fixed camera in the kitchen, only one photographer follows the film, and everyone else, including the director, is remotely controlled.

The director didn't expect Tang Qiaoqiao to cook so well and look so good. He felt that he had dug a treasure from the ruins.

The other staff looked at the lucky photographer as he was immersed in hard work, envious, is it really that delicious?

It's more than delicious.

The fried foreskin is thin but not torn. The bottom is golden and crisp. The teeth gently bite into a small bite. The fresh and tender soup flows into the mouth. It is slightly hot, and a mouthful of rich gravy bursts in the mouth. Some more balsamic vinegar, the aftertaste is endless.

After eating a pan-fried bun, take another sip of Hu spicy soup. Hu spicy soup is sticky and fragrant. Daylily and seaweed shreds have a refreshing taste, and the gluten is full of the rich soup. It is especially enjoyable to chew bit by bit.

[Oh my god, I’m eating delicious duck, I’m hungry, I want to order raw fried buns and hot spicy soup] [The saliva is gone, the raw fried buns are delicious at first sight]

[I seem to smell the scent through the screen, please don’t give me close-ups anymore, I’m losing weight] Tang Qiaoqiao herself couldn’t help but eat two pan-fried buns. She looked at the lens of her eyeglasses and suddenly remembered that she couldn’t forget it. Audience.

She lifted a bite-infused pan-fried bun, and stretched the meat filled with soup to the screen, and shook it twice.

"Is there an audience in our live broadcast room? If so, let me show you. It's full of meat. I love meat the most."

Tang Qiaoqiao made an ad by the way: "We will start selling it later, you can come and try it if it is convenient."

[Take it away, you’re torturing me because I’m not in the capital city o(╥﹏╥)o] [Thank you for reminding, I didn’t want to go out, but the restaurant is so close to me, I’ll go now, I must give I’ll keep one] [Go upstairs and try it for us]

[The acting skills are too fake, as if someone hasn’t eaten the pan-fried buns before, how delicious it can be] [Second, what's so good about making a bun? It’s called artwork by Zhou Meng.] Four o’clock in the afternoon, three sets They are all ready and officially started to sell.

The program was broadcast live for a long time, and many fans had already heard the news, but they were always stopped by the staff. Now after letting go, a large number of fans and passers-by flocked in.

There were more than a dozen simple tables outside the restaurant, but they were not enough. Soon there was a long queue at the window.

Among them, Zhou Meng and Hu Miao have the longest window line in front of them. The colorful sushi she makes look good, and the window looks very high-end.

There are also a lot of 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 only ones here.

Wei Yiqi looked at the long line of other people's windows, his eyes hot: "Sister Qiaoqiao, do you want me to go out to solicit customers?"

Tang Qiaoqiao: "Don't worry, 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 yuan a fried bun, and three yuan a bowl of Hu spicy soup."

"I'll have three pan-fried buns and a bowl of spicy soup."

Wei Yiqi hurriedly installed her plate.

The girl just yelled at the netizen Xiaoxiao who was close to here in the live broadcast room. After she got the pan-fried buns and hot spicy soup, she happened to find an empty seat and sat down and started eating.

She shook the white and fat pan-fried bun lightly, and then took a bite. Her eyes lit up suddenly, it was more delicious than she had imagined, and it was full of meaty smell after a bite, but there was no smell of pork.

Hu spicy soup has plenty of side dishes, the taste is soft, the spiciness is long and does not choke the mouth, the more you chew, the more fragrant it is.

She cried when it was delicious, but it didn't come in vain.

Next to Xiaoxiao was a girl in white who was eating sushi. She saw that the girl with a tall pony tail ate her mouthful and the smell of meat was lingering around her nose, and she suddenly felt that the cold sushi in her hand was dull and 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 hand-held sushi, and couldn't eat it after one bite.

But now she smelled the scent of fried buns, and her mouth actually secreted water.

She asked: "Is this delicious?"

Xiao Xiao nodded fiercely: "It's delicious, so I won't buy it."

Xiaoxiao turned around and wanted to buy a few more, but at the moment, 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, the team became more and more people.

Zhou Meng saw it in his eyes, and there was a faint anxiety in his heart.