Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack Chapter 15
Translated by Serena Love
TLCed by Pure
Edited by Azure
Chapter 15: Braised Pork Rice
Chef Fan was shocked by Tang Qiaoqiao's words and became irritated. He yelled, "So you know how to cook, so what? When I started cooking, you were still in your mother’s womb"
Tang Qiaoqiao sneered, "You can only use your age to bully people. Your voice is loud, but cooking is not based on a loud voice."
Master Fan felt greatly insulted. No one in the crew had dared to look down upon him.
"Based on what you said, it seems you can also cook? Then we will try and compete."
Tang Qiaoqiao stood up. "Yes. But what happens if you lose?"
"If I lose, I will immediately kowtow three times to you. But if you lose, get out of the crew." Master Fan said as though he had already won.
"No need to kowtow. You are not worthy. As long as you apologize to me in public and admit that you are embezzling the crew's money."
"Who will be the referee?"
"Everyone present." Tang Qiaoqiao responded.
【This kind of person is simply a tyrant. Qiaoqiao, don't compete with him. Safety is important】
【Don't be afraid, Qiaoqiao. We support you! KO that fatass】
【Yes, if he dares to hurt you, we will expose him】
【What a broken crew. The food is unpalatable, but no one is allowed to say it. Is this the underworld?】
【A small temple has a great wind. There are many kings in shallow water】
[T/N: This idiom means people with little skill are usually the noisiest. The lower the threshold (the water), it is easier to attract stupid people. Therefore, the lower the threshold, the noisier it gets. He is trying to say that because it's a bad crew, it attracts bad people, like the chef.]
Zhang Wu looked at the rising number of people in his livestream broadcast room. His mouth was grinning ear to ear. Today he caught a big fish.
By the time the producer and director learned of what happened, Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan had already stood in front of the stove, surrounded by a circle of people watching. Zhang Wu grabbed a good position in the front row.
However, the producer not only did not dissuade Master Fan but instead asked the crew photographer to take good shots. What wonderful promotional material. He would be a fool if he didn't take advantage.
Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan were competing to make braised pork rice.
Master Fan slammed his knife to the cutting board and said cruelly, "Little girl, it's not too late to give up now."
Tang Qiaoqiao didn't even give him a look. She took a piece of pork belly with a good layer of fat and lean meat and cut it into half-thumb-sized dice, which would improve the taste after frying.
"As you wish." Master Fan cursed with anger and began to process the ingredients.
Tang Qiaoqiao removed both ends of the onion, peeled off the skin, and cut them into small onion rings. Then she heated the delicate snow-white lard on a wok and fried the onion rings until they were golden brown. Then, she removed the oil and set it aside for later use.
Tang Qiaoqiao moved smoothly. She put the onion, ginger, and garlic in a wok to saute, stirred-fried the diced pork belly, and rendered the fatty part slowly.
Tang Qiaoqiao put half a pot of diced meat in a wok. When she noticed uneven heating, she habitually flipped the wok.
The flame ignited along the edge of the pot, and everyone exclaimed, "Ooooh."
At this moment, a sous-chef standing at the side exclaimed, "The wok is more than five kilograms. She can lift it with one hand. What a tough girl."
'Five kilograms?'
'Tough girl?'
Her right hand was being naughty! With so many people watching, wouldn’t they all think she was a manly woman?
'No, that is totally unacceptable.'
Tang Qiaoqiao had a flash of inspiration. She grabbed the handle of the wok and tried to flip it upside down. But this time, just as she lifted it up, her hands trembled, and the wok was settled back down.
"It's so heavy. I almost twisted my hand." Tang Qiaoqiao shook her wrist, pretending to be weak.
Master Fan glanced at her contemptuously. A woman with small arms and legs still wanted to flip the wok? She was overestimating her ability. Just now, she must have used all the strength of her whole body to flip the wok because she wanted to show off her skills. Master Fan was even more sure that Tang Qiaoqiao only had a big mouth.
Zhang Wu's live broadcast room was still going, and the number of people had already exceeded 500,000.
【Qiaoqiao's first flip was very stable. Why couldn’t she do the second one?】
【She probs ran out of strength. Flipping a wok is a test of arm strength, and after all, Qiaoqiao is a weak woman】
【What happened? I just came in. This is the first time I’ve seen an actress cooking on the crew with makeup still on】
【Diary of a poor fox spirit in the modern era. Life is too difficult. Hahaha】
After the edges of the pork belly were sautéed and slightly charred. Tang Qiaoqiao added the crushed onion, star anise, five-spice powder, rock sugar, cooking wine, soy sauce, and an appropriate amount of warm water to the wok. She stirred-fry them evenly and transferred them to an earthenware pot to slowly stew on a small fire.
Tang Qiaoqiao then boiled some soft-boiled eggs in another pot, peeled off the shell, and simmered them slowly with the braised pork.
While waiting for the braised pork, Tang Qiaoqiao washed the pots and pans and wiped the tabletop spotlessly, leaving only a large white porcelain serving bowl on the side, ready for the braised pork.
Master Fan smirked with hands on his hips and said, "Those small movements are as useful as farts."
"At least I can eat without worrying about diarrhea." Tang Qiaoqiao secretly regretted it. If she knew that the dish was made by this kind of cook, she wouldn't take a bite. Barf.jpg.
Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan finished at the same time. Both brought the earthenware pot to the empty table outside.
The moment the lid was lifted, a billow of warm steam, laced with a rich, meaty fragrance, dispersed in all directions. Everyone leaned in to look at the two pots of meat. Master Fan was unusually generous, cutting the meat into pieces about the size of a thumb, and providing a substantial amount. However, the large chunks made the fatty portions particularly noticeable, looking greasy and overly dark in color.
Yet a glance was all it took for their attention to be drawn to Tang Qiaoqiao's pot of meat.
The aroma was simply irresistible, with a glossy, reddish-brown hue and a rich texture that could stir even the most dormant taste buds at a single glance.
The crowd eagerly exclaimed, "I want to eat what Tang Qiaoqiao made!" and "I’ll take from this pot!"
Tang Qiaoqiao laughed. "Everyone line up, one at a time."
Master Fan was very fuming with anger. These bastards usually flattered him, but now they refused to give him face.
He casually grabbed a couple of familiar staff members. "Fuckers, isn't what Laozi makes delicious? Get the fuck over here!"
The staff members looked at each other and smiled embarrassingly, "Master Fan, your cooking is definitely delicious, but today we also want to have a taste of something different." After that, they 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 the braised pork rice with a few emerald green vegetables.
Each grain of perfectly cooked rice was enveloped in savory meat juices, with the fat from the meat and the gelatin from the skin melting into the broth, creating a melt-in-your-mouth experience. The eggs soaked up the rich flavors, leaving a lingering taste that was utterly satisfying.
Meanwhile, Master Fan watched the lively scene over by Tang Qiaoqiao, his face darkening like the bottom of a pot.
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Braised pork rice 卤肉饭 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkbbwBtLNtQ
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