Chapter 160 Stinky Tofu
"Don't worry, I'll put out the 'special' food right away." Ye Jiaojiao has become accustomed to the dense barrage of comments in the live broadcast room.
After observing the fermentation of the tofu, he saw that the surface of the tofu had begun to change color and emitted a faint sour smell. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and without saying a word, he took the tofu out of the fermentation box and put it on the workbench.
In an instant, the stench spread and filled my nose, stinky, stinky, stinky.
Live broadcast room comment area——
What does it smell like?
[Poisonous! There's poisonous gas in the livestream! Everyone, run!!!]
[Oh my god, no wonder I thought the host's smile was a little weird. After all, is he using his ultimate move? This smell is amazing!]
[This is even more horrible than the snail noodles I had last time. I... I can't stand it.]
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood? Otherwise, why would you torture our sense of smell? Please let me go."
[Last night it was sweet bird's nest soup, but today... woooo.]
Once stinky tofu came out, it was invincible.
It was very similar to the last time with the snail noodles. As soon as the live broadcast room was opened, without any warning, Ye Jiaojiao suddenly dropped a wave of bombshells.
The food that looked like biological weapons confused everyone.
The style of painting changed instantly.
There are no more people praising Ye Jiaojiao, only people complaining and acting.
However, no one actually left.
The number of people online began to increase significantly.
"Hey~~~Everyone is a lot braver~~~No need to go out for some fresh air~~~" Ye Jiaojiao, who seemed to have failed in her mischief, tilted her head and smiled coquettishly.
Ye Jiaojiao remembers clearly that when snail noodles came out, many people were saying that she had failed. Although not much, she still lost some fans.
[Hehehe, isn't this all thanks to the host? I'm already numb.]
As a snail noodle lover, I find the taste quite acceptable.
I can't bear to leave because I'm afraid the host will start to slap me in the face the moment I leave. If I turn this stinky thing into delicious food and the last bite doesn't get eaten and the stench gets choked up, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight.
[Miss, is this thing really edible? ]
Weird food, weird taste, weird us, weird not leaving the live broadcast room, and a weird little hostess with a weird smile.
"Pfft!" Ye Jiaojiao paused for a moment to read the comments, amused by everyone's comments. After everyone gradually began to get used to the smell of stinky tofu, she continued: "Don't worry, this is called stinky tofu. In ancient China, it is a very famous specialty snack. Believe me, it tastes great!"
As Ye Jiaojiao spoke, her hands kept moving. After heating the pan, she poured oil into it. When the oil boiled, she threw the prepared stinky tofu into the pan and fried it.
At this time, the oil pan was already boiling hot. After the stinky tofu was put into the pan, a layer of oil gradually appeared on the surface of the black stinky tofu, and a strange burnt aroma began to waft. As you smelled it, the stinky smell gradually became less stinky.
[Is my nose broken? Otherwise, how could I smell a hint of fragrance?]
[How horrible! It turned from stinky to fragrant. I actually kind of want to eat it. I'm so horrible.]
[I can only say that she is indeed a young lady. Is this okay? ]
[I don't understand. Does frying it once really get rid of the bad smell?]
The first batch of stinky tofu put into the pot was not a large quantity. Ye Jiaojiao fried it specially and put it on the shelf in the live broadcast room for the audience to taste it. There were only six small pieces from one to two, three to four.
When the stench lingering in your nose dissipates, the stinky tofu in the pot begins to sizzle with oil, and the surface begins to turn brown. When it is fried until it is crispy and golden, it is taken out.
Ye Jiaojiao poured a little soup into the plate, then took two small bowls and added a few spoonfuls of sauce and chopped coriander into each bowl.
One plate and two bowls were put on the tasting area of the live broadcast room.
Because of the reputation of snail noodles, even though Ye Jiaojiao did not try it herself, there were still many viewers willing to try it.
In a blink of an eye, comments praising the stinky tofu appeared in the comment section, and those who were hesitant also tried it.
[Huh? It tastes amazing?]
The stinky tofu with the sauce was delicious, and the green exotic plant on the side was really special. I don't know how to describe it, but it felt special when eaten with the stinky tofu.
[I think I tasted some cuckoo chicken? But this isn't meat, right?]
[Delicious!!! Miss!!! I love this taste!!!]
[It doesn't stink anymore, it smells really good. The host is amazing.]
[I knew it, I knew this little sister would always slap me in the face. I was so smart not to leave the live broadcast room because of the stench today. I think I will definitely be more determined next time and stay calm.]
"As long as everyone likes it," Ye Jiaojiao said after reading everyone's feedback. She turned around and started frying a second plate of stinky tofu. "Actually, stinky tofu is like snail noodles. They're both delicious and nutritious snacks that smell stinky but taste great. For example, today, I feel like I'm tired of the main course, so it's nice to change things up occasionally."
[Huh? Did I hear that correctly? What did the young lady say?]
[Tired of eating food? Isn't this lady really showing off? ]
[This young lady is incredibly generous, no one can compare to her.]
The second plate of stinky tofu was fried. Ye Jiaojiao carried the plate to the dining table, picked up a piece, and took a bite. The crispy skin and the sauce filled her mouth with a unique fragrance. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was so delicious that she could swallow her tongue.
Ye Jiaojiao looked very satisfied, like a lazy kitten. Seeing that everyone was puzzled by her words, she was also confused: "Don't you get tired of eating rice and stir-fried vegetables every day?"
Although Ye Jiaojiao would prepare meals when she was live streaming, she would occasionally order some delicious takeout for breakfast and dinner.
Or you can log in to the second world and buy a few hamburgers at a fast food restaurant.
Eating white rice every day always makes my mouth feel a little bland.
Live broadcast room comment area——
【Won't!】
【Absolutely not! 】
[Sister, stop joking! How could I possibly get tired of this? If I could eat this delicious, natural food every day, I'd wake up laughing in my dreams!]
[Alright, alright, the anchor is just showing off, stop arguing.]
"I'm not showing off, this is obviously a normal phenomenon." Ye Jiaojiao was in a good mood and was happy to joke with everyone, humming and pouting.
The audience in the live broadcast room also found it very funny.
Ye Jiaojiao's voice sounds very tender, and some of her daily behaviors are also like those of a little girl. Although her appearance is blocked, most viewers are kind to her.
At this time, they all popped up to play with Ye Jiaojiao.
[Well, it's a normal phenomenon that I don't deserve. I understand.]
【Well, not to show off.】
【Well, I am not worthy. 】
[Well, not worthy +1]
"Little sister, I suddenly had an idea. The bird's nest soup you made last night can make you beautiful, but will this stinky tofu make you smell bad if you eat it?"
Amidst the cheerful comments, a particularly humorous one suddenly emerged.
The number of likes increased rapidly.
After a while, he was pushed to the front of the popular ranking.
"Stinky tofu is rich in plant lactic acid bacteria, which has good intestinal regulating and stomach-strengthening effects. Don't be fooled by its black and smelly appearance. It's okay to eat some from time to time. It's still the same. Eating too much is not good for you. It's better to eat it occasionally." Ye Jiaojiao put down the stinky tofu in her hand and explained seriously.
(End of this chapter)
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