Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Deep-fried Bibi Beast atballs
"When Bibi Beast at is raw or improperly handled, it has a sour taste. But after it’s processed correctly, the at becos firm with a very springy texture."
"The atballs made from it will be absolutely delicious."
#Changbei Tiger: I still think the strear is trying to fool .#
#Terry is a wolf: No, I believe in the strear! Her hands have the power to turn crap into gold!#
The "turning crap into gold" comnt made Jiang Qiuqiu laugh out loud. Enough talk; it was ti to let her skills do the talking.
She composed herself, took out a pointed knife, and swiftly cut the Bibi Beast at into small strips. Then, she switched to a large cleaver and began mincing the at.
With the number of viewers for today’s stream surpassing a thousand, her hands moved a little faster.
Her small hands wielded the large cleaver with a mincing technique that was nothing short of astonishing.
#Changbei Tiger: That technique? Little lady, have you ever chopped up the Insect Race in the military?#
"Alright, the Bibi Beast at has now been minced." She picked up a small amount with her chopsticks. "This consistency is about perfect."
"Once the at is minced, we’ll add so garlic water and a bit of oil, then stir it all in one direction. When you see the liquid has more or less been incorporated into the mince, you can move on to the next step."
She gave the minced at a close-up.
This was more than Changbei Tiger could take!
He yanked on Qiudao, who was sitting next to him. "Look, just look! What kind of monster did Terry recomnd! Who makes at by chopping it into a paste like this? Is she making pet food?"
Qiudao: ...
It was almost eight o’clock, after they had finished their unit training for the day. He and his colleague Changbei were resting at the Military Departnt after a al when the Star Network sent a notification that the stream was about to start.
Thinking it would be a good way to relax, he opened the stream.
When Changbei heard it was the food strear Terry had so highly recomnded, he leaned in with great interest as well.
But as soon as the stream started, he began to nitpick.
"Using Bibi Beast is one thing! But to mince the at until it looks like pet food? This is a culinary disaster! No, I have to call her out on this!"
"You don’t have to do that. Maybe it’s just a cooking technique. Besides, she’s just a young girl..."
Before Qiudao could finish, Changbei had already furiously posted his opinion: #If you’re going to cook at, do it properly! Mincing it like this completely kills my appetite! I would never eat such undignified pet food!#
With more people watching, the number of bullet comnts was also slowly increasing. Jiang Qiuqiu couldn’t reply to every ssage, and as for Changbei Tiger’s negative comnt, she didn’t even spare it a glance.
"The mince is ready. Now we can shape it into atballs."
Soone asked if she was going to roll them into spheres, like making mud pies.
"No, that’s too slow." In the past, when she made atballs, it was for entire banquets—hundreds or even thousands at a ti. Rolling them all by hand would be too exhausting.
"We have a special thod."
She first washed her hands, took a spoon from the cabinet, and then, it was Jiang Qiuqiu’s showti.
She reached out, grabbed a handful of the at mixture, and made a fist, leaving a small opening in the space between her thumb and index finger. With a gentle squeeze, a perfectly round little atball ford. She then scraped it off with the spoon, and it landed neatly on the plate.
"You can just repeat that motion." As she spoke, her hand moved in a rapid squeezing motion. Before anyone knew it, ten nearly identical little atballs were already on the plate. "And just like that, we have a plate of atballs."
The bullet comnts went silent for a mont, then exploded in a frenzy.
#What is this technique? I’ve never seen it before.#
#Those hands are so fast...#
#The atballs look so bouncy, and her hands are so cute! Everything looks so delicious!#
Everyone was praising how good the atballs looked, but Terry was brutally honest: #Are you going to fry them, strear? Hurry up and fry the atballs! I can’t wait anymore!#
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