Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

Leng Qingqing was busy back and forth, cutting the side dishes that had been poisoned by Jiang Tianqiong, taking out a brand new casserole from the cupboard, and placing it on the stove.

"Qingqing, what are you going to cook?" Bai Dan and the other guests did not leave. One of them moved a small mat and sat in a row, looking at her eagerly.

A sentence floated faintly on the barrage:

"Several babies with an average age of more than 300 months are waiting to be fed."

“Dongpo meat!”

Leng Qingqing took a square piece of pork about two inches from the side. The pork was both fat and lean, half fat and half lean.

This meat was brought by the villagers yesterday to thank Leng Qingqing.

Although the director said that the guests could no longer accept gifts from the villagers, yesterday's gift was obviously not within the rules.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Huo Yanheng sitting on the pony, looking at her quietly with dark eyes and smiling with satisfaction.

Leng Qingqing used a sharpened kitchen knife to cut the meat into square pieces and tied it with white cotton thread from all sides.

Brush the bottom of the casserole on the stove with a light layer of oil, and cover the entire bottom with chopped green onions and fluffed ginger slices.

"Hengheng, come here and help." Leng Qingqing looked down at the time and found that there was not enough time, so she had to call for a helper.

Jiang Tianqiong stood up faster than Hengheng: "I'm here to help you."

Huo Yanheng's dark eyes fell on this uncle, and after a few seconds, he slowly sat down again.

Then, he glanced at Jiang Tianqiong again.

"My Leng family's unique secret recipe is only passed down to my son." Leng Qingqing held up the iron spoon and looked at him with suspicious eyes: "Don't you want to steal my master?"

Having said this, Jiang Tianqiong had no choice but to sit down again.

So Huo Yanheng stood up again and walked over. He could not reach the stove yet. He could only raise his eyes and look at her with his dark eyes. He did not speak.

"Watch it, mom's secret recipe will only be taught to Hengheng."

Leng Qingqing leaned down and whispered something in his ear.

Huo Yanheng was a little uncomfortable with such an intimate distance, so he turned away slightly and nodded.

What kind of exclusive secret recipe is of course a joke, just to politely reject Jiang Tianqiong.

The presence of a man will only affect the speed of her sex.

Get started quickly, place the cut pieces of meat, skin side down, on the bottom of the casserole one by one.

No more, no less, just enough to cover one floor.

She took the rice wine and light soy sauce from the side, poured it in while measuring it with her eyes, and finally threw in a few pieces of rock sugar with a graceful movement and turned on the fire.

"Let's stew it first." She pushed back her long hair and tied it into a ponytail, as if the big move was coming next: "It's going to be simmered for an hour. Let's deal with other ingredients first."

"Hengheng, can you help mom find flour and starch?" She finally found something for Huo Yanheng to do.

Huo Yanheng opened cabinet doors one after another in the kitchen, looking for the flour and starch she mentioned.

During this interval, Leng Qingqing simmered the rice first.

Taohuayuan Village is rich in rice, which is a major local specialty. The quality of the rice is good. No matter how it is braised, the rice is full and the grains are distinct.

Next, Leng Qingqing will start cooking a tough dish.

Sweet and sour carp.

She came to the half-person-high brown water tank in the corner of the yard. The water in the tank was almost overflowing. Two lotus leaves were one high and one low, and the stems were inserted straight into the water.

Suddenly, a silver fish tail swept across, the stems trembled, and ripples appeared on the water surface.

Look again, the black shadow has sunk to the bottom of the tank.

The big carp sent by the villagers yesterday was still alive and had been raised in the water tank overnight.

He squatted beside the water tank in a deserted manner, using lotus leaves to cover his figure, revealing only a pair of bright eyes, which were fixed on a certain point on the water.

After waiting for a few seconds, she stretched out her hand like lightning and plunged it into the water. With the sound of splashing water, when the camera focused again, everyone found that her deserted hand was holding a big, lively carp!

This move silenced the scene and the live broadcast room.

"W-Ruthless Iron Hand?!"

“What just happened???”

"I quit and took a look. It was live broadcast, without any possibility of editing."

"wc..."

"Leng Qing, are you a human or a ghost? Is this the speed and agility that humans have?"

"I'm stupid, is it too late to fall into the trap now?"

The real-time footage in the live broadcast room was far more shocking than what the on-site staff saw.

Everyone, including the director, stood there with their mouths wide open, as if there were a bunch of big-mouthed frogs squatting by the pond on a summer night.

Deserted...

Is she some kind of martial arts master? !

Leng Qingqing grabbed the fish, hummed a song and returned to the kitchen to start cleaning the live fish.

The filming crew, which almost filled the entire kitchen, stared at the back of the fish-killing figure for a long time with an extremely obsessed look that the guests could not understand.

Bai Dan felt deeply confused.

"Is the director's team okay?"

The PD responsible for filming Bai Dan had just received news from his colleagues. He slowly closed his dislocated chin, stretched out his hand, and gently patted Bai Dan's shoulder in front of him.

With trembling fingers, he weakly pointed at the figure in front of him.

"Sister Bai, you know, she just caught a fish from the water tank with her bare hands."

——"It only took two seconds."

Bai Dan turned around in confusion: "Huh?"

Bai Dan: "…………"

Bai Dan: "!?"

After Leng Qingqing removed the tendons from the carp, starting from the head, he tilted the kitchen knife at an angle of about 45 degrees, and cut the fish one by one with a knife at a distance of 2 cm until it reaches the tail.

Her movements were so fast that the people on site could only see the cold light reflecting off the blade of the knife in the sunlight. It seemed that in just a matter of squinting, a whole fish had been filleted.

The filleted fish was placed on a porcelain plate. Leng Qingqing dipped some cooking wine and salt into the bowl and evenly applied it on both sides of the fish. Finally, he poured in the condiments, spread them evenly and marinated for twenty minutes.

Everyone in the room was watching her movements attentively.

From the moment she caught a fish with her bare hands, no one believed she couldn't cook.

Huo Yanheng was holding a basin with mixed flour and starch in it. Under Leng Qingqing's guidance, he placed the basin on the panel and gradually added some water.

Leng Qingqing took a pair of chopsticks and stirred clockwise in the basin at a constant speed until the noodles and water were mixed into a thick batter.

After a while, the carp was almost marinated. She used chopsticks to remove the green onion and ginger on the surface, and rolled the carp in the batter so that a layer of sticky batter was evenly coated on both sides.

"Okay, stay away, we're about to start frying carp."

Afraid of splashing oil on Huo Yanheng, Leng Qingqing reached out and pushed him aside.

Huo Yanheng remained motionless, standing there watching her movements.

Next, a look of disbelief gradually appeared in the little boy's eyes like paint.

Leng Qingqing inserted a chopstick vertically into the oil and checked the oil temperature. When the oil temperature was 70% hot, put the carp covered in batter into the pot and deep-fry until the skin was set. After a few minutes, fry it again.

This time, the skin of the carp in the oil pan gradually turned golden and crispy for everyone to see.

After Yanli took it out and drained it, the hard dish on the lunch table was finally put on a plate and served.

"Are you finished?" Bai Dan stood up and stuttered for a moment.

With this set of smooth and flowing movements, he is completely at the level of a five-star hotel chef.

The deserted image at this moment is extremely tall in the eyes of everyone.

She really knows everything!

He glanced at her coldly: "There is still one last step."

An authentic West Lake sweet and sour fish, how could it not be complete without her secret sweet and sour sauce.

Thinly chopped red and green pepper shreds scattered all over the golden carp.

On the other side, the iron spoon in the pot was stirring rapidly, and the sweet and sour aroma rose into the sky, spreading throughout the room in the blink of an eye.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, staring directly at the iron pot in Leng Qingqing's hand, sniffing fiercely, and making extremely loud swallowing sounds that sounded almost every two seconds.

"……Finally done."

Leng Qingqing raised his arm, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and brought the famous West Lake sweet and sour fish dish to the cooking table.

While Dongpo Pork was still simmering, Leng Qingqing picked up a few small fish caught in the rice fields and made a plate of fried small fish.

I made another pot of meatball soup.

After a few dishes, her expression was relaxed. On the contrary, her movements were wide open and closed, which showed that she had experienced many battles.

It is impossible for a novice cook to be so calm and composed.

The public screen of Leng Qingqing's live broadcast room was flooded by fans and netizens.

Tens of thousands of comments were sent out for free, fans expressed their love wildly, and passers-by gave endless compliments.

"Sure enough, serious women are the most handsome."

"I sincerely ask for advice, what level of cooking skills is this?"

"My master just looked at Leng Qingqing Dianshao and said that if I practice for another ten years, I won't be able to compare to [Smile]"

"It turns out that in the past five years, Qingqing has been secretly working hard behind our fans' back [wiping away tears]"

"I'm convinced, all the hot searches are empty names!"

"Our sister is really hot, hahahahahaha."

"Hey? Where's that damn troll who threatened to live broadcast Thomas' 720-degree aerial spin? He's not running away, is he?"

The kitchen at noon today has completely become a deserted personal show.

The rest of the guests were inevitably reduced to background.

But no one complained.

Just as everyone was immersed in Leng Qingqing's amazing cooking skills.

A certain netizen who had been squatting in front of the live broadcast room left the live broadcast room cursing.