Chapter 8 Fried Bibimon Meatballs
"When the meat of the Bibi beast is unprocessed or improperly processed, it has a sour taste, but after processing, its meat is firm and chewy."
“It makes absolutely delicious meatballs.”
#ChangbeiTiger: I still think the anchor is bluffing me. #
#Terry is a wolf: No, I believe in the host! The host's hands have the power to turn things into treasure! #
This sentence of turning stones into treasures made Jiang Qiuqiu laugh out loud. Without further ado, let's show you the real skills.
She calmed herself down slightly, took out a sharp knife, and quickly cut the Bibi beast meat into small strips. Then she changed to a large kitchen knife and started mincing the meat.
The number of people watching the live broadcast today exceeded a thousand, so her hands moved faster.
The skill of chopping meat with the big knife in her small hands is simply amazing.
#ChangbeiTiger: This move? Little girl, have you ever chopped off Zergs in the army? #
"Okay, now we've minced the Bibimon." She lifted the meat a little with her chopsticks. "This is probably the best."
"After mincing the meat, we add some white garlic water and some oil, stirring in one direction. Once the liquid and the minced meat are almost mixed, we can start the next step."
She gave the minced meat a close-up.
This was unbearable for Chang Beihu!
He tugged at Qiu Dao next to him. "Look at this, look at this host Terry recommended. What kind of god is this? How can they cut meat into such a crispy state? Is this pet food?"
Qiu Dao: ...
It was almost eight o'clock after training with the team today. After replenishing their energy, he and his colleague Changbei took a rest in the military headquarters. StarNet just happened to send a reminder that the live broadcast was about to begin.
He thought it was a good opportunity to relax, so he clicked on the live broadcast.
When Changbei heard that it was the food blogger that Terry had highly recommended, he came over with great interest.
But as soon as the live broadcast started, he started to find fault.
"Using Bibimon is fine! But chopping the meat into pet food is too dark! No, I have to tell her!"
"No need for that, maybe it's just a cooking method, and she's still a little girl..."
Before Qiu Dao could finish his words, Chang Bei had already angrily expressed his opinion: #If you're going to cook meat, do it seriously. Chopping it up like this completely kills your appetite! I will never eat this kind of pet meat that undermines its dignity! #
As more and more people watched the video and posted comments, Jiang Qiuqiu was unable to reply to every message. As for the negative news about Chang Beihu, she didn't even look at it.
"The mince is ready, now we can roll it into balls."
Someone asked if it could be kneaded into a round shape like mud.
“No, that’s too slow.” In the past, meatballs were made for meatball banquets, and hundreds or even thousands of them would be made at a time, and it was too tiring to rub them by hand.
"We have a special method."
She washed her hands first, took out a spoon from the cupboard, and then Jiang Qiuqiu's performance time began.
She reached out, grabbed a handful of meat, and clenched her hand into a fist, leaving only a hole where the base of her palm and thumb met. Then she squeezed it gently - round little meatballs took shape immediately. With a scrape of a spoon, they landed steadily on the plate.
"We can repeat the above steps." As she spoke, her hands moved quickly, and ten small meatballs of almost identical size had landed on the plate. "This way, we have a plate of meatballs."
The barrage of comments was silent for a moment, and then immediately started to pop up like crazy.
#What kind of technology is this? I haven't seen it before#
#These hands are so fast...#
#The meatballs are qq, and the hands are qq too, they all look delicious! #
Everyone was praising the meatballs, but Terry was the only one who was honest: #Is the anchor going to explode? Fry the meatballs quickly! I can’t wait! #
(End of this chapter)
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