Chapter 383 Wrapped in Snow
Fans in Chen Yu’s live broadcast room soon discovered that fans of a certain food broadcaster began to frequently post comments like “Ahhh, I’m dead” in the barrage.
The content of the comments from fans of a person who is eating is more varied than that of Chen Yu, who is performing.
This can't help but arouse a little curiosity.
Of course, some people were attracted, while others felt that this wave of curiosity was not as good as the beauty "attack" brought by Chen Yu.
At this moment, she/they don’t know that there is a saying that goes, your curiosity is the beginning of our love.
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Jiang Qiuqiu was still pouring oil.
When the conical hole-shaped pot is filled 1/3, the amount of oil is almost enough.
To fry tempura, the oil temperature needs to rise to 70% to 80%. While waiting, Jiang Qiuqiu moved the batter that he had prepared earlier to the side of the iron pan.
【Do you want to fry it? 】
[Wrap it in batter, right?! This step is truly magical. After coating it in batter, it becomes incredibly fragrant when fried!]
The army of muddleheaded people quickly appeared.
They all seemed to be veterans, but today was different. Jiang Qiuqiu waved her hand mysteriously: "Yes and no, today is very special."
[I'm really looking forward to it now. What kind of special thing is it? What's so special? ]
Jiang Qiuqiu didn't say anything, but just pinched the shrimp's tail, dipped it in starch, and then rolled it in the paste.
[Ah! Isn't it still a mess? ]
Because Jiang Qiuqiu mentioned the differences several times, everyone is now looking for differences in the live broadcast room with a magnifying glass.
As they were talking, the oil temperature quickly rose to about 60% to 70% hot, and smoke slowly rose from the pot. At this time, everyone thought Jiang Qiuqiu would take out the fried shrimp, but -
She actually put down the shrimp and started washing her hands?
Jiang Qiuqiu crossed her hands, cleaned and dried them, and then picked up the basin of paste.
【???】
Then, a magical scene suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.
The batter, which was a perfect mixture of oil, water and flour, did not clump together. Jiang Qiuqiu stretched out his five fingers, dipped some batter into the basin, and then put his hand on the pot.
The liquid slides downward due to gravity, and the batter in the shape of water drops enters the oil pan. The air inside is instantly expelled by the high temperature and floats on the surface of the oil pan.
The Maillard reaction occurs instantly, and a fragrance emanates from the oil pan.
The temperature was just right, and Jiang Qiuqiu saw this and sprinkled some more "snow" into the pot.
The sizzling sound was particularly tempting. When there was almost nothing floating in the pot, Jiang Qiuqiunian pinched the shrimp's tail and put it into the oil pan.
"The most amazing thing about fried tempura shrimp is the coating on them." Jiang Qiuqiu explained as she cooked, "We need to move the shrimp in the pan while the coating is still cooking."
Soon, the shrimps that were originally cut a little thin became golden after being coated with a layer of fluffy and crispy batter, and looked delicious.
Jiang Qiuqiu placed the first fried shrimp on the plate.
Then, he began to speed up.
The dripping process is quite difficult, so she explained it a few more times, "If you are not good at using your hands, you can also use chopsticks or Taotao Fresh's colander. We don't have any requirements for the tools, but the batter should be finer when dripping."
"It's easier to explode this way."
At first she only did one at a time, and then she started doing two at a time.
Working at the same time, both sides worked calmly. The fried tempura was in long strips and piled up layer by layer on the navy blue plate.
One after another, crisp sounds.
The live broadcast was already halfway through, and everyone couldn't hold back their desire to grab a spot for dinner.
(End of this chapter)
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