All Stars Are My Food Fans

Everyone asked Jiang Qiuqiu to verify whether there were two cakes today.

Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at it and shook his head: No, no.

【Lost! A sudden trough below the peak! 】

[If I hadn't seen two pancakes, I could have put up with one pancake, but I've already fantasized about eating two pancakes now—]

[Just two, just two! 】

[You guys are so easy to be deceived, Chiu Chiu has already made thirty-seven doses, and there must be two copies! 】

[Yes, there are thirty-eight, definitely two! 】

Jiang Qiuqiu stopped when he was forty and asked, Do you all want two cakes?

【want! 】

【2 matches high! 】

【I love two, two love me】

[Two, two, my mouth is too big and one is not enough to stick between my teeth...]

[A piece of cake can be eaten up to a few dozen bites, and if it is too small, just two! 】

Everyone popped up and asked for two, Jiang Qiuqiu snorted, picked up the pot and the remaining dough in the pot, and said with a smile, Actually, I wanted to make three, but seeing that everyone wanted two so much, I just—

【…? ? 】

Before she could finish her words, the barrage that was full of me loving 2, and 2 loving me instantly became, I love 3, and 3 love me.

Everyone covered up the previous words at lightning speed. It was originally to tease them. Jiang Qiuqiu didn't stop for a long time, and then continued to grab the medicine.

Sixty-one potions with a ring pattern were quickly finished kneading. Jiang Qiuqiu quickly turned on the stove and put a pan on the shelf. He had made dumplings once before, and ordered a relatively large pan. The pot just came in handy again.

Use a rolling pin to roll the prepared agent into a small cake shape. It does not need to be too thin. Brush some oil on the pan. The pancake does not need to wait too long. After the pan is slightly hot, you can press the cake on it.

The dough and the iron kettle met in the medium of high temperature. The thin cake skin was quickly dyed with a brown color. The oiled part of the cake swelled slightly under the high temperature. The tool in Jiang Qiuqiu's hand had been changed from a rolling pin. When the shovel is ready, and the heat is almost over, use the shovel to gently shovel the cake in the air.

Turning his wrist, he naturally flipped the scallion pancake in the air, and then smashed the pancake onto the pan with skill, smashing the crispy inside, which was full of air, to separate more crispy layers.

The cake was almost cooked, and both sides were fried until golden brown. The aroma belonging to the scallion cake finally wafted out. Jiang Qiuqiu only held a shovel in his hand. The same cake had to be turned over three or four times to show the most perfect meringue layering.

At this moment, the camera robot took another close-up of the scallion pancake thrown into the bowl.

Pieces of scallion pancakes are stacked on top of each other, with a golden brown and charred outer skin, a whitish and soft interior, and the smell of chives that can’t be fanned away—

[I started to swallow my saliva! 】

[Is this the scallion pancake... It looks really delicious! 】

[With so many cakes, do you have to cook them together before placing the quota? 】

【The happiest moment of the day is coming! 】

[No no no, I can be happy twice today, and there will be more later! 】

【! 】

The barrage is happy, but no matter how happy the next moment will be, it is still very hard to wait for the food at this moment.

Of course, in this live broadcast room, it is not only them who are suffering, but also the big next door.

Next door was fine at first.

Because kneading noodles is tasteless, and Xuxu noodles looks ugly, so at first everyone thought that the rumored live broadcast of Jiang Jiuchiao was nothing more than that——

Simple, unremarkable.