Chapter 9
“Everyone, don’t be in a hurry. When making fried atballs, we need to pay attention to the temperature of the oil.”
After waiting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu uncovered the frying pan. Small bubbles were already erging at the bottom of the pan. She reached out to feel it, “Very good. Once the oil looks like this, we can put the atballs in.”
The elastic little atballs from the plate slowly rolled into the hot oil.
Initially, the small atballs rolling into the large frying pan didn’t attract much attention.
But soon, in just a minute, oil splashed gently, the oil suddenly sizzled, and the atballs, which were originally sunk at the bottom of the pan, began to ‘float’ up. A fragrance, even intriguing through the garbage sensor, filled the air.
The overflowing at fragrance instantly conquered the onlooking macho n.
[Wuwuwu, what is this sll!?]
[Terry The Wolf: This is the favorite sll of macho n! It’s the aroma of at, at, at, at! Howl]
Most of those watching Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream today were from Terry’s mixed circle. The love of beasts for at required no further description; it was an affection engraved in their genes.
As a genetically enhanced hybrid of the Federal Legion, Chang Bei possessed the most extre animal genes and the most sincere love for at.
After catching a whiff of the aroma from the live broadcast sensor, he was completely stunned. Tears of shock uncontrollably flowed from the corners of his mouth. His eyes flickered, muttering to Qiu Dao, shaking him, “Qiu Dao, Qiu Dao, what is this sll!?”
“So fragrant, the sll of delicious at…”
“I’m going to fall! Is this the taste of love?”
Even though the sll was indeed enticing, his speed of falling is too fast, Qiu Dao pulled Chang Bei, “Stop marveling, watch the livestream first. Maybe there will be a tasting segnt later.”
“Okay, okay!”
He rubbed his hands together, slling delicious, wondering if it would still be as fragrant when eaten.
Even if it’s not tasty, it doesn’t matter. Since it’s so fragrant, it can be turned into a perfu with genetic technology… by then! The entire universe will be filled with his favorite aroma.
Wuwuwu, what a divine universe. Loved it, loved it.
The most crucial aspect of making fried atballs is to maintain the tender and juicy texture after frying. The demand for precision in cooking ti is extrely high; overcooking or undercooking can be fatal to the texture.
Jiang Qiuqiu was an expert in judging the cooking ti. A gentle pinch with long chopsticks, and it was done.
The small strainer deftly lifted and dropped, and soon, a plate of fried bibi beast atballs was ready.
Once out of the oil, the fragrance beca even more dominant.
The barrage was full of requests for Jiang Qiuqiu to start the virtual taste-testing.
[Quick, open the taste test!]
[I bow to this taste-]
[Is the host the head chef of the Central Federal Restaurant?]
[Terry The Wolf: Impossible, the head chef wouldn’t be so poor, right?]
[Then it must be a delicacy from a humble ho!]
Pfft, everyone’s praising excessively. Jiang Qiuqiu chuckled lightly, “I’ll open the taste test.”
After saying that, she set up the taste test.
In less than a second, those ten inconspicuous taste test slots were occupied.
Qiu Dao and Chang Bei were the first to grab a taste test slot. Just as the slots were filled, a plate of atballs appeared in front of them.
Closer to the fragrance, one by one, small round atballs, shiny and moist, Chang Bei moved his hand first, picking up a atball and putting it into his mouth.
Salty and fresh flavors exploded in his mouth. Teeth touching the atball, a bite brought endless satisfaction. Chang Bei couldn’t help but make a sound of approval and continued to eat.
Qiu Dao, mature and steady-looking, wasn’t slow in eating atballs either.
This scene happened to every person selected in the ‘ten’ slots.
Reviews
All reviews (0)