I used to be a liar, but now call me a cooking god!

Women, from eight to eighty years old, like to be praised for their beauty, and aunties are no exception.

The aunties who were squeezed to the sides were originally very angry, but when they heard someone calling them beauties, they suddenly stopped being angry and irritable.

Since someone called them beauties, of course they should act like beauties, at least be a little more ladylike.

"Why are you calling them that? You are already old, who are you calling beauties?"

"That's right, don't call them that randomly, we all have grandchildren."

"You can't push them randomly when you call them beauties."

Xie Guobao thought, Master Jiang would definitely make pancakes whenever he started, who knows how many he would make, if he only made a few, he would have to stand in front to eat, he has been chasing Master Jiang for so long, today he will not give up the front position no matter what.

Seeing that the ladies were obviously very happy and still stubborn, he continued to work hard.

"What, you all have grandchildren, my god, I can't tell, we are actually the same generation, I thought you and my daughter are the same generation, you are not fooling me."

"Hahaha!"

The aunts were flattered by Xie Guobao's words and laughed softly.

"Brother, you are really a joker, forget it, it's just to meet an idol, one more person is not much, just stand there."

"Thank you, ladies."

Xie Guobao made an OK gesture to himself in his heart.

Standing at the front, Master Jiang was also frying thin crisps, and the delicious pancakes made by Master Jiang himself were about to be in his mouth. He really waited too long for this historic moment.

Recalling the hardships of chasing Master Jiang in the past, Xie Guobao shed a bitter tear for himself.

It was live broadcasting at this moment. Although the focus was on Jiang Zhou teaching Dai Fan to make pancakes, Xie Guobao and his friends were right in front of the stall. Because of the visual reasons, they became the perfect background board.

Although the voices of several people were low, everyone in the live broadcast room saw it.

"Wow, Brother Feiji actually arrived at the scene today. He didn't take a plane again."

"In order to eat something good, he is really the most dedicated foodie I have ever seen. I worship him."

"Hmph, if it were me, I would not flatter others just to squeeze into the front row. How hypocritical. I would only kneel down and beg them."

"I know the upstairs. Brother Feiji didn't fly a plane today. The distance was too close to use it, and there was no suitable airport. He took the high-speed train with Jiangdong City. There are videos of him cutting in line to buy tickets on the Internet. I'll tell you secretly that when he cut in line, he said that he was going to chase his wife."

"What the hell, when did Master Jiang become his wife?"

"Can the upstairs speak? The food made by Master Jiang is his wife."

"That makes sense. Then I'm going to grab the bride."

Netizens teased Xie Guobao. After all, this buddy chased after Master Jiang and almost became an Internet celebrity.

"Why don't you go to the pancake stand? Aren't you hungry? Don't you like pancakes? I'm the only one riding my beloved motorcycle to the pancake stand. Life is so lonely."

Suddenly, a long comment appeared, surpassing all other comments. After seeing the comment, the foodies suddenly reacted.

What are you looking at in front of the screen? Go to the pancake stand to queue up. If you don't see Master Jiang start, you will only be left with ashes if you go too late. You won't even get to eat Master Jiang's apprentice's turn.

At the stove, Jiang Zhou had already fried the thin crisps and taught Dai Fan to fry some chicken strips.

After preparing these, Jiang Zhou was about to make pancakes when he suddenly found that there was no pickled mustard in the small bowl of ingredients.

"Why didn't you add pickled mustard to the pancakes to enhance the flavor?"

Dai Fan said embarrassedly: "Master, I used to add pickled mustard, but the diners said the pancakes were too salty. I also tried it and it was salty. In order to ensure the taste of the pancakes, I simply didn't add pickled mustard."

"If it's salty, it's because your sauce is not salty. In the future, you will follow the sauce recipe I gave you, and it will never be salty. Bring some pickled mustard. The pancakes will taste worse without pickled mustard."

Brother Dai Fan was at a loss at this moment.

"I haven't used pickled mustard for a long time, and I didn't prepare it at all."

Jiang Zhou sighed and asked the program team to prepare it.

There is a supermarket not far outside the alley, but it takes a long time to go there and back to buy it now. Seeing that Master Jiang has already greased the pan and prepared the pancakes, how can he get stuck here?

Xie Guobao was more anxious than anyone else, fearing that the pancakes he had just got would fly away. He looked around anxiously, and it happened that there was a stall in front of him selling casserole rice noodles, and the side dishes included pickled mustard.

Xie Guobao rushed over as if he had seen a savior, pointed at the bowl of pickled mustard on the stall and said, "Sell me this bowl of pickled mustard, I need it urgently."

The wonton owner was stunned, "I sell wontons, not side dishes."

"One hundred yuan for this bowl of side dishes."

"Ah... noIt's a matter of money. "How much does this bowl of pickled mustard tuber cost? The wonton owner suspected that this person was making fun of him.

"Five hundred yuan!" Xie Guobao took out five bills from his pocket and handed them to the wonton owner.

"Deal!"

The wonton owner held the banknotes and handed the big bowl of pickled mustard tuber to Xie Guobao. He felt that the other party was at a disadvantage, so he also gave him a few uncut pickled mustard tuber lumps in the cabinet.

Xie Guobao rushed back to the stall holding the pickled mustard tuber and handed it to Dai Fan.

Master's fans are so awesome, even more awesome than the program team. Dai Fan held the pickled mustard tuber and asked, "How much is it?"

Xie Guobao waved his hand: "I'll give it to you, Mr. Dai. By the way, I'm traveling in Heyuan City these days. For the sake of pickled mustard tuber, I come to buy pancakes every time. Is it okay for you to sell me ten pancakes?"

"No problem, sir, you can buy whatever you like. "

Dai Fan, who only sells 30 to 20 pancakes a day, didn't realize that there was anything wrong with this statement.

On the other hand, Jiang Zhou looked at his stupid apprentice twice.

After all the preparations were done, Jiang Zhou brushed a thin layer of oil on the pan, scooped up a spoonful of batter, and gently turned it twice on the pan with a T-shaped spatula.

He didn't see how hard he used, but the batter that stuck together was smoothed out to form a round pancake without any wrinkles, smooth and beautiful.

The batter of moderate thickness did not need to wait, just smoothed out the wrinkles, and the whole batter was completely solidified. Jiang Zhou picked up an egg and tapped it gently on the edge of the pan. With a little force from his fingers, the orange-yellow egg fell on the pancake.

It landed right in the middle, just as it had been positioned in advance.

Dai Fan held an egg in his hand and looked at it from left to right, puzzled.

They all beat the eggs with one hand, why is the master so handsome?

The egg was so obedient, unlike him, who beat the eggs with one hand, whether he could beat them perfectly and without the eggshell falling off, all depended on luck.

So, even now, to be on the safe side, he basically beat the eggs with both hands.

How stupid.

Watching the master spread the eggs again, he placed the T-shaped spatula on the egg yolk, poked the film lightly, found a fulcrum, and then rotated the spatula along the fulcrum, one, two, three circles.

Very good, the egg was completely bonded to the pancake, and the thickness was even as if measured.