gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 3

"The anchor went to bed again yesterday! I thought you could turn into William Nicholas in a big city, but you're still an asshole!"

"Xue Ziqian's hot pot restaurant opened yesterday, so I went to help."

"The anchor is bragging, do you still know Xue Ziqian?" Although Xue Ziqian is not popular now, at least he was popular for a few weeks, and many people still remember him.

After explaining yesterday's whereabouts, Fang Hong began to prepare materials. The theme of today's live broadcast is boiled cabbage!
The four-wing aircraft carries a high-definition scary camera. If it is disassembled and bought for a large digital company, Fang Hong probably will not have to worry about food and clothing in his life. At this time, the camera produced by GoPro is also a ghost animal plus AV. The picture quality is famous.

"It was detected that the host opened the outdoor themed live broadcast room, started the live broadcast system, and fully started the system monitoring, beep!" This stupid aircraft can still talk?This is a real-time conversation, not a notification sound.

The beep was so touching.

Fang Hong poked the aircraft floating in the sky with his finger: "Your special effects are too stupid."

"You are stupid, your whole family is stupid." The aircraft replied.

Fang Hong was caught off guard by this confrontation: "Your grandma belongs to your grandma, how dare you fight back?"

"The host talks too much nonsense, alarm, alarm, the host talks too much nonsense, alarm alarm." biubiu's voice was so ecstatic that Fang Hong seemed to be in a street of counterfeit electronic products.

Fang Hong sneered: "Go away, hurry up and shoot."

"The anchor is talking to himself."

"Smoker crazy!"

Due to his concentration on his career, Fang Hong didn't have time to watch the live broadcast interface at all during the first half hour of preparing to cook.

When I looked back, I found that there was no one in the live broadcast room.

Just kidding, who can stand the picture of no one facing the kitchen chopping board, at least start a fire.

"Hold on, you're a newcomer, it's normal for no one to watch, there are so many people watching the live broadcast of people brushing their teeth, and the old man has been popular for a few days." Fang Hong comforted himself like this.

Fang Hong replied on the bullet screen: "Today's live broadcast is a tutorial on boiling water and cabbage."

After writing this typesetting, I started to work in the kitchen.

Boiling cabbage is a legendary Sichuan dish and a masterpiece in state banquets.

Sichuan cuisine chef Luo Guorong once made two dishes at the state banquet, which were respectively praised by Comrade Chen Y as "pork is worse than all meat" and Comrade Xiaoping as "a hundred dishes are not as good as cabbage".

Among them, Baicai is not as good as cabbage, which means boiled cabbage.

In the soup pot, whole chickens, ducks, and hams were simmering broth, and Fang Hong also had to be free to start an important matter.

That is to write the recipes of the season.

Traditional Sichuan cuisine is divided into three parts, Shanghe cuisine, Xiahe cuisine, and Yanbang cuisine.

Among them, Shanghe cuisine and Rongcheng cuisine are divided into banquet dishes and home-cooked dishes.

At present, the hottest thing on the market cannot be more popular, and what is even sweeping the world is home-cooked food.

On the contrary, the banquet dishes that are more refined, refined and delicious have almost disappeared.

These dishes cannot be ordered.

In different seasons, even every month and every week, different chefs will write different menus according to the location and season. If you order a banquet, it is a full meal, and you have no right to choose dishes. Everything is done by the chef. The final say.

Just as Fang Hong was seriously writing, the first visitor finally entered the live broadcast room.

ID: 菰箪.

After entering the live broadcast room, Gu Ru couldn't help laughing and cursing: "This anchor is not too weird. He actually used a picture as the live broadcast interface, and there is no sound. It's funny!" Just as he was about to leave, he discovered that it was not a picture.

In the high-definition heinous interface, there is always a wisp of smoke fluttering. After careful observation, he found that the person holding the pen and paper is not fixed, but he can be seen breathing heavily from time to time.

Gu Tan may also be idle, watching this weird scene, but he hasn't transferred to the live broadcast room for more than an hour, he wants to understand what this weird anchor is doing.

A long time passed, and Fang Hong didn't write anything on that piece of paper. Fang Hong stopped writing because it was approaching lunch time.

After he stopped writing, Fang Hong immediately saw the interface of the live broadcast room.

Audience: 1.

Ok?Fang Hong looked at it, and immediately imitated what other anchors learned: "Welcome to the food truck!"

Gu Tan directly deducted the words: "Brother anchor, I have swiped my card to come in for more than five hours."

"Ah?" Fang Hong laughed: "I'm sorry, I didn't see it, the hospitality was not good."

Kou Tan: "Excuse me, what are you broadcasting live? What were you doing with a pen and paper just now?"

"I'm cooking a traditional legendary Sichuan dish - boiled cabbage live, and I'm studying the menu with a pen and paper."

Zhu Tan: "But I didn't see you write down any of the dish names? Could it be that the handwriting is too ugly to write it out? No, no one is watching your live broadcast." beyond the scope of human beings.

Fang Hong rolled his eyes: "I am a chef of traditional Sichuan cuisine. Every menu must be written according to the season and location. However, I found that I couldn't find many ingredients in the state-owned hotel, so every dish in the menu is different. Not determined."

"Is it so hard to find ingredients for Sichuan cuisine?" Zhu Tan continued to say: "Sichuan cuisine is so popular now, can't you find ingredients in the market?"

"I'm planning a table of non-spicy traditional Sichuan dishes. Many of the ingredients are very precious and have no market. For example, I just wrote a dish of glacier matsutake perch, but both matsutake and glacier perch need wild ones, and there are none in the market. Yes, they were all bought by the most upscale state-run hotels.”

Kou Tan suddenly realized: "So that's how it is."

While the two were talking, some tourists came in and out. Some tourists saw the high-quality picture quality and stopped to look at it for a while, but they felt a little bored and left immediately.

The resident population of the live broadcast room is kept at two, one is a smoker and the other is a scorpion.

When six hours were up, Fang Hong took out the chicken, duck, and ham from the soup pot to feed his hunger, and made three ordinary dishes.

Rattan pepper chicken, konjac roast duck, garlic sprout ham.

During this period, the number of people in the live broadcast room suddenly increased.

Confiding in Fleeting Years: "I, Cao, the dishes made by the anchor seem to be delicious."

"Looking at the anchor's body shape, I think this dish is delicious, 233!"

As soon as Fang Hong looked up, he was shocked to see the number of viewers who were less than [-] people: "Hi everyone, welcome to the live broadcast room of the smoke gun. The smoke gun is broadcasting how to cook food."

Gu Tan said: "Look at the current popularity, and then look at the popularity just now. If you can guarantee a dish in 10 minutes, then the live broadcast will definitely become popular. Your boiled cabbage dish is too boring."

"Boiled cabbage?" Confided in Fleeting Years: "Is it the classic Sichuan dish of boiled cabbage?"

Fang Hong's previous barrage had long been covered up, and he told Fleeting Years that he hadn't seen it.

Fang Hong nodded: "It's boiled cabbage. It's not impossible to cook a dish in 10 minutes, but those are all bad street dishes. I want to be a classic food anchor."

Talk about fleeting years, "Send a rice ball."

"Cheer up the bong, just sleep if you don't live broadcast, I am optimistic about you."

Gu Tan sighed: "It's good to do this, but your style...isn't popular!"

Confiding in Fleeting Years: "You don't understand, the anchor has been popular a few days ago, but as soon as he arrives in Shanghai, he becomes an idiot."

"And this thing?" Gu Tan: "What style?"

"Style is not important, the environment is important, the anchor can't stay in a big city, isn't it good to stay in the village?"

style?This reminded Fang Hong.

No one is born to be an anchor, everyone learns slowly.

Fang Hong has inherited the character of Sichuan cuisine, and change is the essence.

"Starting tomorrow, I will broadcast live in a special place. See you at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning."

Until six o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Hong, who had been busy all day, finally made a bowl of boiled cabbage.

Looking at the popularity in the live broadcast room, Fang Hong said, "I'm sorry, I have wronged you, one day you will become a shining dish."

After finishing speaking, Fang Hong overturned the soup pot and spent 8999 hours to waste the boiled cabbage that was priced at [-] in the capital and not necessarily edible.

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