In addition to the audience in the audience, the audience who flocked into the hotel's live broadcast room were also very curious.
: [What do you do with rice? ]
: [This guy won't give up, will he? Hey, if you can't do it, change someone else! ]
: [Spicy wins! Spicy wins! ]
: [I mean, bland food isn't as bad as you say. Maybe everyone just doesn't want spicy food after a hot spring bath.]
: [That's right, it doesn't matter if one of us gets upset first. I prefer light dishes.]
: [Then tell me what that guy on the stage is doing? ]
: [I actually know this, it should be porridge hot pot. ]
Xiao Jin put the rice into the blender, added water, beat it into rice slurry, and then poured it into small casseroles.
Because the topic is a small casserole for one person, the hotel prepared the following one-person casserole set with heating function for two people.
Some of the audience members in the audience also reacted.
"I see. Are you going to make porridge-based hot pot?"
"Porridge hot pot?"
"Yes, it's using rice porridge as the base for hot pot."
"Rice porridge? As a base for a pot?! Will it taste good?"
"It's delicious. Think about it, do some places add starch when cooking meat slices to make it more tender? It's the same with porridge hot pot. When the meat slices are coated in rice syrup, they taste more tender."
"So that's how it is! It looks like Xiao Jin is ready to put in some effort in a battle with Wu Shuang!"
"This kind of cooking discussion is really interesting!"
"Is Wushuang going to make beef meatballs?"
After Xiao Jinfang finished preparing the porridge base, he began to process the ingredients, washing vegetables, opening oysters, and slicing meat.
On the other side, Wushuang divided the chopped beef into two portions, put one portion in a bowl and added seasoning; the other portion was left on the chopping board, and Wushuang continued to chop it with a knife until the meat paste under the knife became a little sticky.
She gathered the meat paste into a bowl, seasoned it, grabbed it with her hands, squeezed it with her thumb and index finger, and a round beef ball was formed.
Wushuang's hands were very fast. She had molded all the beef balls in about a minute and placed them on a plate with lettuce at the bottom.
She wiped her hands, took out a stalk of celery, washed it, and cut it into cubes.
I found a food processor and put the pickled peppers, garlic and chili peppers into it and blended them.
When ready, heat oil in a pan, add the remaining minced beef and stir-fry until it changes color.
This made the people below a little confused.
"Isn't this spicy hotpot? Why are we starting with stir-fried beef?"
"No, spicy hotpot is just everyone's guess. Wushuang herself never said she wanted to make spicy hotpot."
"It seems that the two people who came here are planning to take an unconventional approach today."
"It's interesting to have something unexpected. It would be a bit boring to make dishes that everyone can predict."
"I'm starting to look forward to it!"
Wushuang took out the fried minced beef and heated oil in a pan again. This time, she added chopped pickled peppers to the pan. After stir-frying for a few times, she poured in the previously fried hot pot base and stir-fried it with the chopped pickled peppers. She also added a spoonful of fermented glutinous rice, a few spoonfuls of oyster sauce, and an appropriate amount of soy sauce. After stir-frying evenly, she opened the beef bones stewed in another pressure cooker, poured the bone broth into the pot, and finally added the previously fried minced beef, chopped celery, and drained pickled radish, covered the lid and simmered it.
Just as everyone was anxiously waiting, the base material in the pot finally began to boil, and the boiling soup kept bubbling and making a "gurgling" sound.
At this time, Wushuang gently reached out, grasped the handle of the pot lid, and slowly opened it.
In an instant, a rich, sour and spicy aroma suddenly gushed out of the pot like an invisible torrent, quickly filling the entire room.
This unique smell seems to have magical power, penetrating into everyone's nasal cavity, first stimulating people's olfactory nerves, and then going down along the respiratory tract and reaching the stomach.
Everyone felt as if their stomachs were being gently tickled by an invisible hand, and the originally not-so-obvious feeling of hunger suddenly became extremely intense.
Some people couldn't help swallowing, and a slight swallowing sound came from their throats unconsciously; others subconsciously touched their rumbling stomachs, with an anxious expression on their faces.
"I know! This is slag beef! Wushuang actually made slag beef! This goes really well with rice!"
"Wow! Slag beef with rice! That's a must!"
"I'm already hungry just by smelling it. I can't wait to eat it."
"It should be soon. There are only ten minutes left on the countdown."
"Now it seems that both of them have prepared the base of the pot. Now all that's left is the matching ingredients and the plating."
"Ahhh, I want to eat!"
As time went by, the two people on the stage were not having an easy time either.
I saw them holding kitchen knives tightly in their hands, flying up and down, leaving afterimages in the air!
After quickly placing the ingredients on the plate, Wushuang turned around to serve the rice while Xiao Jin put the dipping sauce on the plate.
As the countdown on the screen gradually drew to an end, the audience became nervous and stared at the stage intently.
"bite!"
Someone finished first!
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