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Chapter 39 Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes (for collection)

"You want to use this thing to make spicy fried rice cakes?" Ji Yue had a look of disbelief.

Not only Ji Yue, but Liu Qian and Liu Zixuan also had the same expression on their faces.

Even Liu Qian's live broadcast room was as quiet as stagnant water, and a bullet screen floated: I heard that right, the person who ate with the anchor said that he can make spicy rice cakes on barbecue paper.

It's a pity that Liu Qian didn't look at his phone, but just looked at Jiang Feng in shock.

Liu Zixuan looked at him with admiration, and said in his heart: He is worthy of being the president of the company, and he pretends to be so sober and refined.

"I want it!" Liu Qian nodded repeatedly.

Jiang 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, such as chopped peppers, millet peppers, garlic peppers, chili sauce, and chili oil. Because I don’t know the taste, Jiang Feng put a little of each, and went back and forth. I brought back a lot of seasonings, even hoisin sauce and pork rib sauce.

Ji Yue took a little Chinese cabbage before, so Jiang Feng didn't need to go get it again. Without onions, he could eat it if he could.

Throw finger rice cakes into their own pot to cook first, Ji Yue and the others have cooked something in their pot, Liu Zixuan's pot is a spicy pot, only Jiang Feng's pot has only two scallions floating in it without much salt A clear soup pot is best for cooking rice cakes.

Then Jiang Feng began to tear the cabbage into small pieces.

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

There are still a few living people in her live broadcast room. Hearing Jiang Feng said that he was going to make spicy fried rice cakes, she was very curious, and Liu Qian didn't watch her live broadcast at all. Just didn't look at the phone.

Three or four living people made the barrage look like dozens of people.

Liu Qian accidentally looked at her phone, and was startled by the number of bullet screens floating on it.

"Anchor, you are showing us that little brother cooking! What does it mean that the camera is looking at you?"

"Cooking, I want to watch cooking!"

"I beg the host, please take a look at the barrage, I beg you!"

"Anchor, don't look dull anymore, take a look at the barrage, I beg you!!!"

"Annoying anchor, cancel it, cancel it."

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

"Ah, sorry, I didn't see it just now." Liu Qian was also a little surprised that there was a living person in the live broadcast room, and quickly explained to everyone.

"Oh my god, the anchor finally watched the barrage."

"Quickly shoot the cooking, I want to watch the cooking."

"Yes, take a quick photo of the cooking, I want to watch making spicy fried rice cakes on the barbecue paper."

"President, the audience in my live broadcast room said they want to watch you cook, can I film it?" Liu Qian asked.

Unexpectedly, there were still viewers in Liu Qian's live broadcast room. Jiang Feng had previously suspected that the 46 people in her live broadcast room were all zombie fans given by the system.

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

With the distance between Liu Qian and Jiang Feng, it was quite difficult to get a photo of the face.

Liu Qian changed the live broadcast from the front camera to the live broadcast from the rear camera. She stood up with her mobile phone in both hands and took a picture of Jiang Feng's hand, changing from an anchor to a photographer.

Jiang Feng was tasting the seasoning.

The chilli sauce in this store is too salty, so it must not be used. The hoisin sauce is surprisingly good. It is not bought in the market but made by myself.Jiang Feng took the chopsticks and tasted the sauce ingredients one by one, and began to mix them.

Liu Qian kept in mind what Jiang Feng said not to show his face. The camera of the phone was fixed on the bowls of seasonings. The people in the live broadcast room could only see Jiang Feng's hand appear and disappear.

"Is he trying the seasoning?"

"It looks pretty professional."

"Can the anchor's hands stop shaking, I feel dizzy looking at it!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was much more active.

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

"Anchor, please change the name of the live broadcast room, no one will watch your name."

The live broadcast room is now called the daily community dinner.

After thinking about it, Liu Qian changed her name to making spicy fried rice cakes at a self-service barbecue restaurant.

Jiang Feng had already adjusted the chili sauce, fished out the rice cakes, and started frying cabbage.

After brushing a layer of oil on the paper, Jiang Feng spread half of the hot sauce on the paper with chopsticks, poured the torn cabbage on top, and poured a spoonful of soup on it.

With a sound of "shua", a large amount of white smoke came out and disappeared quickly. Jiang Feng quickly flipped the cabbage with chopsticks to coat it with hot sauce.

Everyone was attracted by the white smoke.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing?" The member sitting far away stretched his neck to look at Jiang Feng's table.

"It seems to be frying cabbage, brother Feng 6!"

"Why didn't I think of it, let's fry cabbage later."

Even the waiters came to watch the fun. As a waiter in a self-service barbecue restaurant, I have seen a lot of sassy operations for so many years. Some waiters who have been working for a long time have long been familiar with it. Said: "It didn't burn, don't worry about it."

"I think it smells pretty good." The newcomer sniffed hard.

Because the name of Liu Qian's live broadcast room was quite curious, some netizens clicked in and saw Jiang Feng frying cabbage on the barbecue paper, and the barrage also posted a few 666s.

There are also those who have done this kind of thing to pour cold water.

"I did this when I ate a self-service barbecue last time. Later, the sticky paper was stuck on it, and the chopsticks couldn't be turned over at all. It's useless, and it's not delicious."

Soon this barrage was slapped in the face, and Jiang Feng not only turned it over, but also did it with ease.

Even with the smoky smoky view, the cabbage wrapped in hot sauce on a barbecue paper looked mouth-watering.

"This cabbage looks delicious."

"Yes, it makes me want to eat spicy cabbage."

"The anchor is fine, this cooking skill 6!"

The new order came in and thought that Jiang Feng, who was cooking, was the host.

Liu Qian didn't answer most of the bullet screens, and she couldn't answer the questions asked. She didn't even know how to adjust it, and why it didn't stick to the paper.But someone actually regarded Jiang Feng as the anchor, and she had to explain.

"It's the president of my club who cooks, and today is our club's dinner."

"The president is amazing, there is actually a male president in the cooking club." A barrage flashed.

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

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The cabbage is almost done on the barbecue paper.

Jiang Feng poured down the cooked rice cake and half of the remaining hot sauce, scooped a spoonful of vinegar, and finally sprinkled some sugar.

Stir-frying was still done with chopsticks. When every rice cake was covered with red hot sauce and the cabbage was fully cooked, Jiang Feng pushed them away with chopsticks, poked them, and said, "It's ready to eat."

The scent alone is already very attractive.

Seasoned waiters who had walked away before were drawn back by the aroma.

"Be careful it's hot," Jiang Feng reminded.

Liu Qian couldn't care about the live broadcast anymore. She was the closest, and she could bear the smell as long as she could. If she wasn't holding a mobile phone in her hand, she would put down her chopsticks when the cabbage was about to be fried.

Putting the mobile phone on the table, Liu Qian couldn't wait to pick up a rice cake with chopsticks.

"It's so delicious!" Liu Qian exclaimed while breathing.

Originally, there was a barrage of 666 in the live broadcast room, because Liu Qian put the phone away and it turned into a black screen.

After a long time, a barrage drifted past.

"Anchor, I only have one mmp for you now! Cancel it!!"

　Originally, I wanted to say something in the last chapter, but I forgot it. This chapter was written entirely for the sake of making a word, and I was really sleepy.

　　When I opened the background today, my expression was 〣(Δ)〣, my favorites have more than doubled, and my recommendation votes have also increased a lot. I’m even a little confused and don’t know what happened. Thank you for your support! ! !

　　


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