Chapter 15：

Master Fan was spotted by Tang Qiaoqiao, and became irritated, yelling: "You know how to cook. When I was working as a cook, your little girl hadn't gotten milk."

Tang Qiaoqiao sneered: "You'll also rely on the old man and shout loudly. Cooking doesn't rely on loud voice."

Master Fan felt greatly despised, and no one in the crew dared to look down upon him.

"Listen to your tone, you can also cook? Then we will try."

Tang Qiaoqiao stood up: "Yes, what if you lose?"

"I lost, I immediately knocked three heads for you, if you lose, get me out of the crew." Master Fan looked like he was holding the winning ticket.

"No need to kowtow, you are not worthy, as long as you apologize to me in public and admit that you are greedy for the money purchased by the crew."

"Who is the referee?"

"Of course it is the person present." Tang Qiaoqiao said.

[This kind of person is simply a bully in the crew. Don’t compare with him, Jojo, safety is important] [Don’t be afraid of Jojo, we support you, we are so fat!]

[Yes, if he dares to hurt you, we will expose him]

[What a broken crew, it’s not allowed to say that the food is unpalatable, the underworld] [The temple demon is very windy, Chiqian has many kings]

Zhang Wu looked at the rising number of people in the live broadcast room, his mouth was grinning to the corner of his mouth, and today he dug a big fish.

When the producer and director learned of their arrival, Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan had already stood in front of the pot stove, surrounded by a circle of people watching, Zhang Wu grabbed a good position in the front row.

However, the producer not only did not persuade Master Fan, but instead asked the crew photographer to take good shots. What a good promotional material, it's a fool if you are not hot.

Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan compare stewed pork rice.

Master Fan slammed the knife to the cutting board, and said cruelly: "Little girl, it's too late to give up now."

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't even give him a look, and straightly took a piece of fat and thin pork belly and cut it into half-thumb-sized dices, which was more delicious and taste better.

"Ask yourself." Master Fan cursed with anger and began to process the ingredients.

Tang Qiaoqiao removed both ends of the onion, peeled off the coat, and cut into small onion rings. The delicate snow-white lard is boiled in a pot, and the onion rings are fried until golden brown. Remove the oil and grind it for later use.

Tang Qiaoqiao moved smoothly, put the onion, ginger, and garlic in a hot pot to saute, stir-fry the diced pork belly, and the fat in the fat part was slowly forced out.

Tang Qiaoqiao put half a pot of diced meat in a pot, she looked at the uneven heating, and habitually flipped the spoon.

The flame ignited along the edge of the pot, and everyone exclaimed "Oh Huo".

At this time, the little helper in the kitchen guarding the side exclaimed: "The pot is more than ten kilograms, you can afford it, it's just a female man."

More than ten catties?

Female man?

Isn't her hand low again? When so many people see it, don't they all think she is a female man?

No, absolutely not.

Tang Qiaoqiao had a flash of inspiration, grabbed the handle of the pot and tried to turn it upside down, but this time she just lifted it up, she shook her hands and put it down.

"It's really heavy, I almost broke my hand." Tang Qiaoqiao shook his wrist, pretending to be weak.

Master Fan glanced at her contemptuously, the one with small arms and legs still wanted to slap, and couldn't help it.

Just now, she must have used all the strength of her whole body to get up all the time. She wanted to show off her skills. Master Fan was even more sure that Tang Qiaoqiao had a great mouth.

Zhang Wu's live broadcast room is still going on, and the number of people has exceeded 500,000.

[Qiaoqiao's first dip is very stable, why can't he get up the second? 】【I can’t do it hard, Dian Shao is a test of arm strength, after all, Jojo is a weak woman】【What happened when I just came in? This is the first time I saw an actress cooking with makeup on the crew】【Vixen’s modern life record hahaha , Too difficult]

After the edges of the pork belly have been stir-fried until they are slightly charred, add the crushed onion and star anise, five-spice powder, rock sugar, cooking wine, soy sauce and appropriate amount of warm water to the pot, stir-fry evenly, transfer to a casserole and turn on a low heat. Slow halogen.

Tang Qiaoqiao boiled another pot of hard-boiled eggs, peeled off the shell, and simmered slowly with the stewed pork.

While waiting for the stewed pork, Tang Qiaoqiao washed the pots and pans and wiped the tabletop spotlessly, leaving only a large white porcelain basin aside, waiting for the stewed pork.

Master Fan smirked with hands on his hips: "These little movements are useful for farts."

"At least I can eat without worrying about diarrhea."

Tang Qiaoqiao secretly regretted that she had known that the dish was made of this kind, and she should not move a bite.

When the time came, Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan were ready at the same time, and both brought the casserole to the empty table outside.

As soon as the lid was lifted, the rich smell of meat was engulfed in the entwined heat, spreading in all directions.

Everyone looked at the two pots of meat together, Master Fan was rarely so generous, the meat was sliced ​​the size of a thumb, and the weight was very large. It's just that the cut is too big, but it also makes the fat more conspicuous. It looks greasy and the color is too dark.

Everyone glanced at them, and they were taken away by Tang Qiaoqiao's pot of meat.

The scent is too attractive, the color is brown-red and oily, and the meat is thick. Just a glance can evoke the silent taste buds.

Everyone shouted: "I want to eat Tang Qiaoqiao's." "I'll eat this pot."

Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and said: "Everyone line up, one by one."

Master Fan is very angry, and these little rascals usually flatter him, but now they don't give him face.

He casually grabbed one or two familiar staff members: "Fucking stuff, isn't Lao Tzu not delicious? Get me back."

The staff looked at each other and smiled awkwardly: "Master Fan, you must be delicious, but today we want to try it too." After that, he broke free of his hand and ran away.

Tang Qiaoqiao spread a layer of braised pork on the white rice, added half a braised egg, and served with a few emerald green vegetables.

Each grain of moderately hard rice is covered with gravy. The fat of the meat and the gelatin of the skin are melted in the soup, melting in the mouth, and the egg is full of the gravy, and the aftertaste is endless.

Master Fan looked at Tang Qiaoqiao, his face black as the bottom of a pot.