Meng Fei was secretly delighted, thinking that he would be able to show off his skills again in a while.
Meng Fei divided the crayfish into two portions, took out one portion and put it into a stone mortar and crushed it until the meat became fine crayfish puree.
Next, filter the crayfish mud with gauze to remove the residue and obtain pure crayfish juice.
This operation left everyone in the live broadcast room very confused.
[What is the anchor doing? ]
[I've never heard of this way of eating crayfish. ]
[Uh... this looks disgusting, can I eat this? ]
[The anchor is not going to feed this to pigs, right? Yes, definitely. ]
[Even if I starve to death, I won't eat a single bite. Just looking at it makes me sick.]
However, Meng Fei ignored everyone and poured the crayfish juice into the pot and added appropriate amount of water.
After the water boils, add an appropriate amount of brine and stir evenly. Soon the crayfish juice will solidify into tofu-like state.
Afterwards, Meng Fei cut the solidified cicada tofu into small pieces, added onion, ginger, garlic, salt, soy sauce and other seasonings, and put it into the pot and steamed it over high heat.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Meng Fei took out the willow root fish.
Meng Fei first cleaned out the stomach and removed the heads of all the willow root fish.
Then he took out a small knife, turned it in his hand, and started cutting from the head.
"Swish!" A cold light flashed, and before the people in the live broadcast room could see Meng Fei's movements clearly, they saw a piece of snow-white fish meat falling off.
The same procedure is followed on the other side.
Soon Meng Fei picked out all the fish meat.
Then use a knife to remove the fish bones from the fish meat.
The set of movements was so smooth and flowing that everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned.
It took less than ten minutes to clean, slice the meat, and remove the fish bones.
Meng Fei's eyes were determined and he let out a long breath.
"here we go!"
Meng Fei picked up a small piece of fish and placed it on his palm, and the knife in his hand jumped rapidly.
"Swish, swish, swish" the sword light was everywhere, as fast as the wind.
There is no stagnation.
At this moment, Meng Fei didn't seem to be cooking, but more like a performance.
Everyone was shocked and didn't even dare to breathe.
Suddenly! Meng Fei stopped the knife in his hand.
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