Chapter Twenty-Three: Fried Dough Sticks 1



Ling Miao was from Hunan Province in her previous life, and her favorite food was fermented bean curd from her hometown.

With a smooth and silky texture, coated with rich chili flavor, fermented bean curd may not look particularly appealing, but as a side dish, its taste is definitely on par with other carefully pickled vegetables.

And you don't need too much, just a small jar will do.

Ling Miao thought about it more and more and felt that this was a good idea, and she eyed the remaining tofu pudding with a covetous look.

"Sister Miaomiao—"

Ling Miao raised an eyebrow. The two little foodies had arrived. Knowing that she didn't have time to cook anymore, she closed the live stream and went straight off.

etc--

I haven't finished making breakfast this morning.

The breakfast set is still missing one person.

With soy milk and tofu pudding, it would be a shame not to enjoy some carbohydrates.

Here comes the fried dough stick!

So, the viewers who hadn't completely left looked at the page that had lit up again: "..."

"Hello everyone, it's me again, your food blogger. Today I'll be sharing one last breakfast recipe with you all."

Without saying a word, Ling Miao rolled up her sleeves and got right to work.

[This is my first time watching this live stream. Is the streamer always this interesting?]

[Emmm...probably?]

Newcomers to the live stream scratched the back of their heads at the ambiguous words, feeling completely bewildered.

"Yes, that's right, what does that mean?"

Seeing that the other party had ended the broadcast, Sheng Qinian, who was about to leave, had his live stream page light up again.

he:"?"

However, the strangeness only lasted for a moment. Sheng Qinian was calm and composed, sitting on the sofa watching the anchor busily working.

What kind of delicious food will it be this time?

The streamer took out a wrapped dough ball, which was long and looked strange.

Someone in the live stream asked a question out of curiosity.

【What's this? 】

Isn't it just dough?

Those who see it will obviously know it's dough, but the quality of what the streamer made is another story.

Are we going to eat noodles?

[It shouldn't be noodles. I watched the streamer's first live stream, and noodle dough looks different from this.]

[Furthermore, the dough was made fresh at the time, and it's clear that it had been left out for a while.]

Ling Miao saw this comment and silently gave it a thumbs up.

This dough was prepared last night to allow it to rise better.

The temperature is still a bit low, so it only needs to be kept at room temperature overnight.

Place the rested dough on a floured work surface, and sprinkle flour on the dough as well to prevent it from sticking to your hands.

Ling Miao took out a rolling pin and rolled the long strip of dough out to both sides.

The cylindrical dough became flat.

Watching the streamer's rapid movements in the live broadcast room: !

[Let me say it again, my streamer's dough-rolling skills are super nice!]

Last time, it just turned into long, thin noodles while I was watching it!

[And those crystal dumplings from before, oh my god, is that the dexterity a human finger should have?!]

Putting everything else aside, who doesn't know how to flatten a dough ball with a rolling pin? [Disdain/Eye roll]jpg.

Am I the only one concerned about what to eat?

Looks like it's made of flour again. I don't really like flour.

Xiong Yichen and his sister looked at each other, as they also didn't like eating flour.

Thinking of the noodles my mother used to make, sticky and gooey, leaving my mouth full of white paste, the two of us looked at each other, feeling utterly exhausted.

"The tofu pudding was delicious just now," Xiong Yichen said, his ears drooping, looking sullen.

"Yeah, why don't you keep eating—"

My sister let out a wail and collapsed onto the sofa.

Two black and white bears comforted each other, huddled together listlessly, creating a rather comical scene.

The mother bear, who had just come out of the kitchen, saw this scene and was both annoyed and amused. She went over and pinched one of the bears' ears.

"If you don't want to rest, go upstairs and study."

The two bears twitched their ears, quickly sat up, and looked at their mother with pleading eyes, "It's still rest time."

"Rest properly during your break time. Look at the two of you, looking so gloomy. If you don't want to rest, then learn a few more words."

After saying that, Mama Bear went into the kitchen.

The brother and sister exchanged another glance.

A bear sighing. (jpg)

The focus shifted back to the live stream. The dough had completely flattened into a long strip, and the streamer, holding a knife, cut the dough into wide pieces.

Next, take out a chopstick dipped in water and draw a line of water down the middle of the wide, pre-cut dough.

What is this being done?

Not only were they confused, but everyone in the live stream was also puzzled.

Sheng Qinian found it novel and couldn't help but ask questions.

Unlike some people in the live stream who were pessimistic and skeptical, Sheng Qinian watched the streamer all the way and instead became full of confidence in her.

I'm even more looking forward to what they'll do next.

On the other hand, Sheng Wenzhou, perhaps because of his previous embarrassing actions, was now somewhat gloating.

He didn't think the streamer could make anything amazing.

He comes from an outstanding family, and his older brother is one of the heads of the Ancient Culture Research Institute. He has eaten all kinds of good food since he was a child.

Even the ancient delicacies restored in the first instance were brought to his mouth.

The tofu pudding incident was just an accident.

How many accidents can happen in the world?

Sheng Wenzhou looked at the live stream with a smug expression.

Ling Miao drew a watermark on the dough, then put the two dough pieces together to cover each other, and pressed down along the watermark she had drawn with the back of her knife.

The two sheets of dough were squeezed and popped open on both sides. Ling Miao pinched the two ends again to prevent them from separating when they were put into the oil.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!

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