Chapter 383： Wrapped in ‘snow’

Chapter 383 Wrapped in Snow

The fans in Chen Yu's live broadcast room soon discovered that the fans of a certain broadcaster on the barrage began to frequently send out ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

A fan’s barrage content changes for a foodie, and it turns out to be richer than Chen Yu’s performance.

This can't help but make people curious.

Of course, some people are attracted, and some people feel that this wave of curiosity is temporarily inferior to the beautiful ‘attack’ brought by Chen Yu.

At this moment, she/they don’t know, there is a saying called, your curiosity is the beginning of our love.

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Jiang Qiuqiu is still pouring oil.

After the cone-shaped pot is filled 1/3, the amount of oil is almost the same.

Fried tempura needs to wait for the oil temperature to rise to 70% to 80% hot. While waiting, Jiang Qiuqiu moved the previously prepared batter to the side of the iron pan.

【Is it going to be fried? 】

【Wrapped up, right! This step is really amazing, and it will fry after being coated in a paste! 】

The muddy army quickly appeared.

It seems that they are all old rivers and lakes, but today is different. Jiang Qiuqiu waved his hand mysteriously: "No, it’s not, it’s very special today."

【I am looking forward to it now, what kind of special! What's special? 】

Jiang Qiuqiu did not speak, but just grabbed the shrimp's tail, covered it with starch, and rolled it in the paste.

【Ah! Isn't it still muddy? 】

Because Jiang Qiuqiu said several times that it was different, now everyone is holding a magnifying glass and looking for differences in the live broadcast room.

While talking, the temperature of the oil quickly rose to 60% to 70% hot, and smoke slowly rose in the pot. At this time, everyone thought Jiang Qiuqiu should take fried shrimp, but——

She actually put down the shrimp and started washing her hands?

I saw Jiang Qiuqiu crossing his hands, cleaning his hands and wiping them dry, then picked up the pot of mud.

【? ? ? 】

Then, a very magical scene suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

The mixture of oil, water and flour is just right, and the paste does not clump. Jiang Qiuqiu stretched out his five fingers, put some batter in the basin, and then stretched his hand on the pot.

The liquid falls down by gravity, and the drop-like batter enters the oil pan. The air inside is instantly discharged by the high temperature and floats on the surface of the oil pan.

Maillard reaction occurred in an instant, and a scent came out of the oil pan.

The temperature is right, Jiang Qiuqiu saw it, and sprinkled some ‘snow’ in the pot.

ZilaZila's voice was particularly attractive. After the floating objects in the pot were almost the same, Jiang Qiuqiunian pinched the shrimp's tail and put it into the oil pot.

"The most amazing thing about the fried tempura shrimp is the layering on it." Jiang Qiuqiu explained while operating: "We are going to swing the shrimp in the oil pan while the outer surface of the shrimp is not fully fried."

Soon, the thin shrimps that were originally cut into a layer of fluffy and crispy surface turned golden and golden and looked delicious.

Jiang Qiuqiu put the first fried shrimp on the plate.

Then, it started to speed up the action.

The process of dripping batter is still more difficult, so she repeated it several times, "If fans who don’t know how to use their hands can also use chopsticks or a colander for fresh food, we have no requirements for tools, but the batter that drips out is the best. It's finer."

"It will be easier to blow through."

In the beginning, she only made one at a time, and then she started two at a time.

Starting at the same time, without rushing, the fried tempura is in a long strip, stacked on top of a navy blue plate.

Press one by one, and then make a crisp sound.

The live broadcast is over half of the time, and everyone's desire to grab a spot for dinner can't be restrained.

(End of this chapter)