Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Spicy Soup with Fried Bun
"I'm afraid I would hinder you instead." Wei Yiqi was eager to try and wanted to help Tang Qiaoqiao. But upon looking at her folded rows of almost identical buns, he felt he would destroy the artwork.
Tang Qiaoqiao encouraged him, "No one was born to be able to cook."
Wei Yiqi hesitated but took a piece of dough and tried to fold it like Tang Qiaoqiao.
Wei Yiqi tossed two times and gave up. Either there was too much stuffing causing the bun to leak, or the buns were mashed into a ball. They were all wasted.
"My eyes have learned, but my hands have not learned."
【Too real. I was exactly the same as Wei Yiqi when making dumplings】
【The handicapped party has been spotted】
【Tang Qiaoqiao is so professional. I counted 12 pleats on every one. This is gospel for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder】
Tang Qiaoqiao will not make things difficult for him. "Don't fold anymore. Go and wash the seitan."
Tang Qiaoqiao gave him a small piece of dough and taught him how to rub the dough under running water continuously.
"This just needs manual work. Keep washing until the dough has no more flour."
This looks simple, and Wei Yiqi was excited to be of use.
At this time, Xiao Ke and Wang Qiang were trying to make pearls. They could have bought ready-made pearls, but if everything was store-bought products and they just boiled them at the stall, they were afraid the audience would view them as opportunistic.
However, while making pearl balls looked simple, it was really not easy to make them soft and waxy. The ball was either too hard or didn't form. They had wasted several pots already.
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 were the biggest sources of traffic for this program group. The videographers took special care of them. The shooting angle and zoom of the lens were very detailed.
At this time, a cameraman zoomed in on Zhou Meng's slender hands holding sushi. Then, he slowly moved the camera upwards until the screen displayed her delicate face.
Hu Miao laid his hand on Zhou Meng, and the two of them smiled at each other from time to time. The live broadcast chat room burst into flames.
【Ah, ah, ah, the scene of the idol drama. My CP is too real】
【Mengmeng is great! The sushi does not look worse than professionals】
【Not only is it not bad, but it can also be sold in the store. My goddess is so omnipotent】
【I really want to eat the sushi made by my brother. I envy the fans in the Capital】
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Tang Qiaoqiao counted the number of steamed buns, then put a thin layer of oil in the pan. She then placed the buns in a circle, starting from the outside, moving in. A total of 80 buns could be placed in the pan at once.
When the bottom of the pan-fried buns turned slightly golden brown, she poured in water, closed the lid, and let it simmer over low heat.
When Tang Qiaoqiao was cooking, she always concentrated on her tasks. The spiritual energy in her hands slowly seeped into the food.
At this time, Wei Yiqi had finished washing the seitan. The pork bone broth had been simmering for a while, and the whole kitchen was filled with the savory scent of the bone soup.
The ingredients in the spicy soup varied from location to location. Tang Qiaoqiao chose citron daylily, edible tree fungus, kelp, shredded dried beancurd, peanuts, and seitan.
Shelled peanuts took time to cook, so she poured them into the soup and let it sit for a while. Then, she sprinkled an appropriate amount of green onion, ginger, light soy sauce, salt, and spice powder.
Hulatang, or hot pepper soup, required a lot of pepper, so she sprinkled more than usual.
Then, she pulled the washed seitan into cubes by hand and sprinkled it into the soup. After the seitan rose, she added the soaked daylily, mushrooms, and other ingredients one at a time.
The last step was the key: thickening, which relied on the washed-seitan batter from Wei Yiqi.
Wei Yiqi carried the bowl of gluten paste and slowly poured it into the soup while Tang Qiaoqiao kept stirring in one direction with a wooden spoon. Slowly, a pot of fragrant and viscous hot pepper soup was created.
Wei Yiqi took a deep breath and swallowed, "It's so fragrant."
He looked up and couldn't help but let out a "Pfft" sound with amusement. Tang Qiaoqiao didn't know that her face was smeared white.
"Sister Qiaoqiao, your face is stained with flour."
"Ah, where is it?" Tang Qiaoqiao quickly wiped her face with a paper towel but couldn't clean it off.
Wei Yiqi stretched out his hand to wipe it for her but suddenly felt that it would not be appropriate. So he took out his phone and held it in both hands as a mirror for Tang Qiaoqiao, "Can you see it now?"
Tang Qiaoqiao leaned closer to the phone and finally saw the place where the flour was smeared. After cleaning it off, she smiled at him. "Thank you."
"No...you're welcome." Wei Yiqi suddenly blushed.
【Mom, it's so sweet. Ooooooooooooooooo】
【I thought Wei Yiqi would wipe it for her, but I didn't expect this little puppy trick to hit my girl's heart in an instance. He is too gentlemanly】
【Brother is so... Wooooh, mother forbids you to fall in love】
【If you don't know anything, just die. I just want to eat fried dumplings and hot pepper soup. Looking at it, it's delicious】
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Another man in the villa flipped through the comments in the live broadcast chat room. Seeing Tang Qiaoqiao's smiling face at Wei Yiqi, he thought of her and Shen Liang's rumors.
There was mockery in his eyes. He knew her nature was hard to change, and she was just pretending to be nice in front of him.
He turned off the live broadcast and threw his phone aside.
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The pan-fried buns were ready.
Tang Qiaoqiao opened the lid, and the fragrance burst out with enthusiasm. The pan-fried buns were neatly arranged together, and the white and fat buns were round. None of the buns were flattened.
The dough was sprinkled with black sesame seeds and green scallions. The scents of meat, fried bun, and sesame intertwined in the steaming heat. It suddenly rushed into everyone's nasal cavity, agitating the stomachs of the gluttons.
Their videographer pointed the camera to capture a 360° shot of the pan-fried buns. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva while shooting.
Wei Yiqi had already been waiting with chopsticks and a box in his hands. His eyes were glistening.
Tang Qiaoqiao laughed and said, "Come on, I'll give them to you first." She neatly gave Wei Yiqi four pan-fried buns and served him a bowl of hot pepper soup.
The cameraman was alone here. Tang Qiaoqiao occupied a small space. Except for one fixed camera in the kitchen, only one cameraman could follow them to film. Everyone else, including the director, had to look at the image remotely.
The director didn't expect Tang Qiaoqiao to cook so well and for the food to look so good. He felt that he had dug a treasure from the ruins.
The other staff looked at the lucky cameraman as he was immersed in hard work and were envious. Was it really that delicious?
It was more than delicious.
The fried bun skin was thin but fragile. The bottom was golden and crisp. When Wei Yiqi gently bit into the bun, the fresh and delicate soup flowed into his mouth. It was slightly hot, but a mouthful of rich gravy flavor burst in his mouth. After adding some vinegar, the aftertaste was endless.
After eating a pan-fried bun, he took a sip of the spicy soup. Hot pepper soup was sticky and fragrant. Daylily and seaweed shreds have a refreshing taste, and the gluten has absorbed the rich soup. It was especially enjoyable to chew bit by bit.
【Oh my goodness. What a duck, he eats so deliciously. I'm hungry. I want to order fried buns and spicy soup】
【I can't stop drooling. The pan-fried buns are delicious at first sight】
【I seem to be smelling it across the screen. Oh, it's so fragrant. Please don't give me close-ups anymore. I'm trying to lose weight】
Tang Qiaoqiao couldn't help but eat two fried buns herself. She looked at the camera and suddenly remembered that she could not forget the audience.
She lifted a pan-fried bun that she had bitten towards the camera, stretched the meat-filled buns to the screen, and shook it twice.
"Is there an audience in our live broadcast room? If so, let me show you. It is full of meat. I love meat the most."
Tang Qiaoqiao added some advertisements as well. "Don't wait until it's sold out. You can come here and taste it if it's convenient."
【Take it away, you’re torturing me because I'm not in the capital o (╥﹏╥) o】
【Thank you for reminding me. I didn't want to go out, but this restaurant is so close to me. I will go now, and reserve one for me】
【Go, upstairs commenter. Try it for us】
【The acting skills are too fake. As if she has never eaten the pan-fried buns before, how delicious they can be?】
【Seconded. What's so good about making a bun? What Zhou Meng made is called a work of art】
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the three stalls were ready to officially start selling food.
The program had broadcasted live for a long time, and many fans had already gathered, but the staff stopped them. After the staff let them go, many fans and passers-by flocked in to buy the food.
There were more than a dozen simple tables outside the restaurant, but they were not enough. Soon, there was a long queue at each window.
Among them, Zhou Meng and Hu Miao have the longest window line in front of them. The colorful sushi she made looked good and they looked very high-end when placed on the display.
There were also a lot of people queuing for Xiao Ke's team. It was very pleasant to drink a cup of cold and refreshing milk tea in the afternoon.
Only Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi were forgotten.
Wei Yiqi looked at the long line on other people's windows, and his eyes were hot. "Sister Qiaoqiao, do you want me to solicit customers ?"
Tang Qiaoqiao: "Don't worry, wait and see."
At this moment, a girl with a high ponytail came over to their stall. "How much is your stuff?"
Tang Qiaoqiao smiled. "Five yuan for a fried bun and three yuan for a bowl of spicy soup."
"I'll have three fried buns and a bowl of spicy soup."
Wei Yiqi quickly gave it to her, and she took the tray.
The girl was the netizen, Xiaoxiao, who was reminded in the live broadcast room that she lives close to the area. After she got the pan-fried buns and hot pepper soup, she found an empty seat, sat down, and started eating.
She lightly shook the white and fat pan-fried bun, and then took a bite. Her eyes lit up suddenly. It was more delicious than she had imagined. It was full of meaty flavor after just one bite, but there was no smelly scent of pork.
The hot pepper soup had plenty of vegetables, and the taste was delicate. The spiciness was subtle and did not irritate the mouth. The more she chewed, the more fragrant it was.
She cried because it was delicious. She 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 ponytail ate in a big mouthful, and the smell of meat lingered in her nose. She suddenly felt that the cold sushi in her hand was tasteless.
She was a fan of Zhou Meng and came to line up early in the morning. She had an eating disorder for a long time, originally just coming to support her idol. She got the exquisite hand-held sushi, but after one bite, she couldn't eat it anymore.
But now, she smelled the scent of fried buns, and her mouth actually secreted saliva.
She asked, "Is it delicious?"
Xiaoxiao nodded fiercely, "It's delicious. Do you want to buy it, too?"
Xiaoxiao turned around and wanted to buy a few more, but now Tang Qiaoqiao's window had gathered some guests attracted by the scent.
"It's over. The treasure has been discovered. I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it anymore."
The girl in white also lined up with Xiaoxiao with a dubious attitude. Gradually, the queue gained more and more people.
Zhou Meng saw it, and there was faint anxiety in her heart.
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