"Yes, so many secrets, so mysterious. What else do I not know? Little human, can you show me all of them so I can broaden my horizons?"
"I feel like my horizons are getting higher and higher every day in this live streaming room."
"..."
The live stream chat became lively again, but Yan Jin had already started kneading and proofing the dough, chopping the pork, adding seasonings and scallions, and making it flavorful.
Knead the dough again, let it rest, mix the filling, knead the dough again, divide the dough, roll out the wrappers, and start wrapping. Watch as each beautiful pleat encloses the filling.
At that moment, no further explanation was needed; everyone understood that it was a steamed bun.
"Wow, these bags are so beautiful, they're like works of art."
"Is this what people mean when they say someone's eyes can do it, but their hands can't? Their brain can't keep up at all; they're just watching."
"Yes, me too. My eyes are too busy to keep up. Where should I look?"
With Si Yuling helping out, although the buns he made weren't as good as Yan Jin's, they were still better than the average person's and couldn't be called ugly at all.
After wrapping the buns, put them in the steamer with hot water. Once the steam rises, start timing. Yan Jin didn't stop there either; she took out an onion and chopped it.
The originally peaceful live stream room exploded.
"Oh my god, what kind of poison gas is this? My eyes, my eyes won't listen to me, tears keep flowing."
"Me too, me too, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably, you little human, is this stuff poisonous?"
"Help! Quick, little human, don't do anything rash! Throw it away! We won't eat poisonous food. Your life is more important!"
Yan Jin saw it too, and immediately said, "This thing is not poisonous. It's called an onion. When you cut it, it releases a strong odor that will make you cry."
But once it's cooked, the odor won't be there anymore. And when eaten raw, it's crunchy, slightly sweet, and a little spicy—very delicious. Just remember to brush your teeth afterwards, as there will be a lingering odor.
"Oh, as long as it's not poisonous, that's good. You scared me to death."
"It was a false alarm."
Is it really safe to eat?
"I don't think I can eat it."
"Wow, what's that smell? It smells so good! Little Jinjin, what's that fragrance?"
Yan Jin, who had just finished preparing the onions, saw the comments and laughed, "The rice aroma is from the congee, and the other aroma you smell, which is a mix of meat and other scents, is from the steamed buns. It'll be ready soon, just wait a little longer."
"I can't take it anymore, I want to jump into the live stream and flip the lid off the pot."
"Ha... Upstairs, you've spoken for all of us."
"ha……"
"I don't know what to say, haha..."
"No rebuttal, heh..."
One sentence made the whole room burst into laughter, and they didn't want to look away from the pot at all.
Another ten minutes passed, and the stove was turned off. Yan Jin didn't rush to turn it on, but patiently said, "There's an old saying among the Earthlings: 'Haste makes waste.' It means you can't rush things. Everything takes time. The more you rush, the more likely things will go wrong, and the result might not be as good as you imagined."
Yan Jin explained slowly, adding as she arranged the food on the plate, "Wait a few more minutes. Whether it's steamed buns or porridge, they taste even better if they're steamed for a while."
"That seems to make sense. I've learned something new: what is tofu? Why can't you eat hot tofu in a hurry?"
"Same question, what is tofu?"
"I don't want to know what tofu is, I just want to know what meat buns and porridge taste like."
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