"I'm afraid I would hinder you instead." Wei Yiqi was eager to try, and he wanted to help Tang Qiaoqiao. But watching her folded rows of almost identical buns, he felt that he would destroy the artwork.
Tang Qiaoqiao encouraged him, "No one was born to be able to cook."
Wei Yiqi hesitated but took a piece of dough and tried to fold it like Tang Qiaoqiao.
Wei Yiqi tossed two tries and gave up. Either there was too much stuffing and the bun leaked, or the buns were slumped into a ball. It was all wasted.
"My eyes have learned, but my hands have not learned."
【Too real. I was exactly the same as Wei Yiqi when making dumplings】
【The handicapped party has been spotted】
【Tang Qiaoqiao is so professional. I counted 12 pleats. This is a gospel for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder】
Tang Qiaoqiao will not make it difficult for him. "Don't fold anymore. Go and wash the gluten."
Tang Qiaoqiao gave him a small piece of dough and taught him how to rub the dough under running water continuously.
"This just needs manual work. You keep washing until the dough has no more flour."
This looks simple, and Wei Yiqi is excited to be useful.
At this time, Xiao Ke and Wang Qiang were trying to make pearls. They could have bought ready-made pearls, but if everything is store-bought products and they just boil them at the stall, they are afraid of being slapped by the audience as opportunistic.
However, making pearl balls look simple, but it's really not easy to make them soft and waxy. It's either too hard or it doesn't form. They had wasted several pots already.
Compared to Xiao Ke's hurried hands and feet, Zhou Meng and Hu Miao's live broadcast room was joyous and harmonious.
Zhou Meng and Hu Miao are the biggest sources of traffic for this program group. The videographers took special care of them. The shooting angle and zoom of the lens were very detailed.
At this time, a cameraman is facing Zhou Meng's slender hands holding sushi. Then he slowly moving the camera up until the scene showed her delicate face.
Hu Miao laid his hand on Zhou Meng, and the two of them smiled at each other from time to time. The live broadcast chat room burst into flames.
【Ah, ah, ah, the scene of the idol drama. My CP is too real】
【Mengmeng is great. The sushi does not look worse than professionals】
【Not only is it not bad, but it can also be sold in the store. My goddess is so omnipotent】
【I really want to eat the sushi made by my brother. I envy the fans in the Capital】
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Tang Qiaoqiao counted the number of steamed buns, then put a thin layer of oil in the pan. She then placed the buns in a circle from the outside to the inside. A total of 80 buns can be placed in the pan at once.
When the bottom of the pan-fried buns is slightly golden brown, she poured in water, closed the lid, and continued to let it simmer over low heat.
When Tang Qiaoqiao was cooking, she always concentrates the aura in her hands to let it seep into the food.
At this time, Wei Yiqi had finished washing the gluten. The pork bones broth had been simmering for a while, and the whole kitchen was filled with the savory scent of the bone soup.
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