Chapter 8
“Bibi beast at will have a sour taste if it’s not properly processed or handled, but after processing, its texture becos firm, and it’s very chewy when eaten.”
“atballs made from it are absolutely delicious.”
[Chang Bei Tiger: I still think the strear is bluffing]
[Terry The Wolf: No, I believe the strear! The strear’s hands have the power to turn trash into treasure!]
The phrase “turning trash into treasure” made Jiang Qiuqiu laugh. Without much idle talk, she got down to business.
She focused, took out a sharp knife, swiftly cut the bibi beast at into strips, then switched to a large kitchen knife and started mincing the at.
With over a thousand viewers tuning in today, her movents were a bit faster.
Her small hand held the big knife, and her mincing technique was simply amazing.
[Chang Bei Tiger: Is this… Have you minced Zergs in the army?]
“Alright, now the bibi beast at has been minced into minced at,” she picked up a bit of at with chopsticks, “This level is ideal.”
“After mincing the at, we add so garlic water and oil, stir in one direction until the liquid and minced at are almost integrated, then we can move on to the next step.”
She gave the minced at a close-up.
This was unbearable for Chang Bei Tiger!
He forcefully pulled his friend Qiu Dao, “Look, look, look at this strear that Terry recomnded, what kind of nonsense is she doing! Who cuts at into this crispy texture? Is she making pet food?”
Qiu Dao: …
It was almost 8 o’clock after today’s training in the team. After replenishing his strength with his colleague Chang Bei, he rested in the military headquarter. StarNet happened to send a reminder that the livestream was about to start.
He thought it was a good ti to relax, so he clicked on the livestream.
Upon hearing that it was a food blogger highly recomnded by Terry, Chang Bei was also very interested and ca over.
But as soon as the livestream started, he began to pick out faults.
“Using bibi beast at is one thing! But chopping the at into the appearance of pet food, it’s too dark! I have to say sothing about her!”
“You don’t have to, maybe it’s just a cooking technique, after all, she’s just a young girl…”
Before Qiu Dao could finish, Chang Bei had already angrily posted his opinion: [When cooking at, you should do it seriously. Chopping it like this completely kills my appetite! I will never eat this kind of pet at that damages dignity!]
As more people watched the video, more people started comnting. Jiang Qiuqiu couldn’t reply to every ssage, and as for Chang Bei Tiger’s negative comnts, she didn’t even glance at them.
“The minced at is ready, now we can shape them into atballs.”
Soone asked if they were rolled into round shapes like rolling mud.
“No, that’s too slow.” When making atballs in bulk, like at a atball feast, hand-rolling is too strenuous.
“We have a special thod.”
She washed her hands, took out a spoon from the cupboard, and then, it was Jiang Qiuqiu’s showti.
She reached out, grabbed a handful of at, squeezed her hand into a fist, leaving a hole only at the junction of her thumb and index finger, then gently squeezed—round atballs were instantly ford, then with a scrape of the spoon, they landed steadily on the plate.
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