Chapter 39： Spicy fried rice cake

"You want to use this stuff to make spicy fried rice cake?" Ji Yue's face was incredible.

Not only is Ji Yue, Liu Qian and Liu Zixuan also have the same look. I won't hear it wrong.

Even Liu Qian's silent live-stream room floated a barrage: I heard that right, people who ate with the anchor said that he could make spicy rice cakes on barbecue paper.

Unfortunately, Liu Qian didn't look at her phone, only looked at Jiang Feng with a look of shock.

子 Liu Zixuan looked at him with admiration and secretly said: It is indeed a person who can be the president, pretending to be sober and sober.

"What you want!" Liu Qian nodded again and again.

Minjiang Feng went to the seasoning area to get the seasoning.

In addition to the basic salt, vinegar, sugar, and soy sauce, there are also many types of peppers in the seasoning area. Chopped peppers, millet peppers, garlic peppers, chili sauce, and chili oil. Because I do n’t know the taste, Jiang Feng has a little bit of everything. I took a lot of spices back, not even the seafood sauce and pork rib sauce.

I took a little Chinese cabbage before Jiyue, so I did n’t need Jiang Feng to get it again. Without onions, I could eat it alive.

First throw the finger rice cakes in their own pots, and Ji Yue's pots are both cooked. Liu Zixuan's pot is spicy again. Only Jiang Feng's pot has only two pieces of onion and no salt. The clear soup pot is best for cooking rice cakes.

Then Jiang Feng started tearing the cabbage into small pieces.

At this moment, Liu Qian remembered that she was broadcasting live.

There are still a few live people in her live broadcast room. When I heard Jiang Feng said that he wanted to make spicy fried rice cakes, he was curious. Liu Qian did not watch her live broadcast at all, no matter how they brushed the barrage and asked to give the camera to Jiang Feng Liu Qian. Just didn't look at the phone.

Three or four living people brushed the barrage out of the effect of dozens of people.

倩 Liu Qian inadvertently looked at the mobile phone, startled by the number of barrage floating on it.

"The anchor, you show us that little brother's cooking! What does the camera mean to you?"

"Cooking, I want to watch cooking!"

"I beg the anchor, look at the barrage, I beg you!"

"Don't stop looking dumb, look at the barrage, I beg you !!!"

"Very annoying anchor, get off the barrier."

"I want to watch cooking, don't look at your nostrils (╯ ‵ □ ′) ╯︵┻━┻"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I haven't seen it just now." There was a living person Liu Qian in the live broadcast room, and I was a bit surprised, and quickly explained to everyone.

天 "Oh my god, the anchor is finally watching the barrage."

"Snapshot cooking, I want to watch cooking."

对 "Yes, snap and cook. I want to make spicy fried rice cakes on barbecue paper."

"President, the audience in my live studio said that I would like to see you cooking, can I shoot?" Liu Qian asked.

I did not expect Liu Qian's live broadcast room and the audience. Jiang Feng had previously suspected that the 46 people in her live broadcast room were systematically given to zombie fans.

It's okay to take a picture, and it's not a unique secret. Jiang Feng nodded: "You shoot, don't take my face."

的 The distance between Liu Qian and Jiang Feng is actually quite difficult to capture the face.

倩 Liu Qian changed the front camera live broadcast to the rear camera live broadcast. With both hands holding the mobile phone, she stood up to shoot Jiang Feng's hand, and she became a photographer.

Minjiang Feng is trying the seasoning.

店 The chili sauce in this shop is too salty, and it must not be used. The seafood sauce is unexpectedly good. It is not bought on the market but made by yourself. Jiang Feng took the chopsticks and tasted the sauces in order, and began to mix them.

倩 Liu Qian remembers that Jiang Feng said not to show his face, the camera lens of the mobile phone is fixed on a few bowls of seasonings. People in the live broadcast can only see Jiang Feng's hand appear and disappear.

"Is he trying the seasoning?"

"It looks pretty professional."

"Can the anchor's hand be shaken, look dizzy when looking at it!"

的 The audience in the live broadcast room was a lot more active.

"I'm sorry, I try not to shake my hand. Our president is trying the seasoning." Liu Qian answered the question of the barrage.

"Broadcaster, please change the name of the live room. No one will read your name."

Live room is now called the community dinner daily.

倩 Liu Qian thought about it and changed her name to make spicy fried rice cakes in a buffet barbecue restaurant.

Qijiang Feng has already prepared the hot sauce, and the rice cakes have also been removed, and he has started frying cabbage.

Brushed a layer of oil on the paper, Jiang Feng halved the hot sauce on the paper with chopsticks, poured the torn cabbage upside down, and poured a spoonful of soup on it.

There was a loud bang, and a lot of white smoke came out and disappeared quickly. Jiang Feng quickly turned the cabbage with chopsticks to wrap the hot sauce on it.

Everyone was attracted by the white smoke.

"What is Brother Feng doing?" The member who was sitting farther stretched his neck and looked at Jiang Feng's table.

"Looks like cabbage, Maple 6!"

"Why didn't I think, let's fry cabbage next time."

Even the waiter came to see the lively, as a waiter in a self-service barbecue restaurant, I have seen a lot of show operations over the years, and some waiters who have been working for a long time have long been surprised. "I didn't burn it, don't worry about it."

"I think it smells good." The new effort sucked his nose.

Because Liu Qian ’s live room name is relatively strange, some netizens ordered it and saw Jiang Feng stir-fry cabbage on barbecue paper. The barrage also brushed a few 666.

I have also done this kind of thing to pour cold water.

"I did this last time at a self-service barbecue. Later, I stuck it on the sticky paper. The chopsticks didn't turn over. It was useless and not delicious."

I soon faced this barrage, and Jiang Feng not only turned it over, but also with ease.

Even with the smoke on the live interface, the cabbage wrapped with hot sauce on the barbecue paper still looks mouthwatering.

"This cabbage looks delicious."

"Yes, I want to eat spicy cabbage."

"The anchor is OK, this cooking 6!"

Jiang Feng, who came in new, thought that cooking was the anchor ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Most of the barrage Liu Qian did not answer, and she could n’t answer the questions she asked. Questions like paper were not even known to her. But someone actually took Jiang Feng as the anchor, she had to explain.

"It is the president of my society who cooks. Today is the dinner of our society."

"The president is terrific, the cooking club actually has a male president." A barrage brushed over.

"We are a chess club," Liu Qian explained.

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The cabbage on the barbecue paper is almost cooked.

Min Jiangfeng poured the cooked rice cake and half of the hot sauce, sipped a spoonful of vinegar, and sprinkled with sugar.

Still stir fry with chopsticks, wait until each rice cake is covered with red hot sauce, cabbage is fully cooked, Jiang Feng poked them with chopsticks, poked and said: "It's ready to eat."

The fragrance alone is very tempting.

老 The experienced waiters who had walked away before were attracted to the fragrance again.

"Be careful," Jiang Feng reminded.

Liu Qian can no longer watch the live broadcast. She is nearest, and she can bear it for as long as she smells it. If she didn't hold her mobile phone, she would chopsticks when the cabbage was about to cook.

I put my mobile phone on the table, and Liu Qian couldn't wait to clip a chopsticks rice cake.

"It's so delicious!" Liu Qian sighed as she gasped.

Originally swiped a live bar with a 666 barrage because Liu Qian turned the phone into a black screen.

For a long time, a barrage floated past.

"Anchor, I only have one sentence for you now! Get off !!!"