The president makes me cook every day

After Yu Xiaorong separated from Chen Dongyang that night, his heart was always warm.

After returning home for a long time, my mind was crackling.He was happy until the early hours of the morning, when he remembered that today's live broadcast was suddenly interrupted, and he hadn't explained it to the audience.

He opened the background of the live broadcast platform, and he received thousands of private messages.

Many people said they liked his cooking, and praised him for being cute, and some merchants asked him if he wanted to cooperate in business.

Yu Xiaorong remembered that he promised to give Nanfeng a prize winning gift today, so he left the other private messages and looked at them slowly, only to find Nanfeng's message after searching.

【Nanfeng】Brother Xiaorong, this is the first time in his life to win a lottery hahaha!You said that I can order a gift that I like, and I still have a lot of things I want, but now that I am in the hospital, it is not convenient to receive express delivery.I have always loved fried chicken, can I make fried chicken during the live broadcast?When I first followed you, there were only a few dozen fans, and it became popular all over the Internet in a short period of time. I also became the second viewer to win a lottery in your live broadcast room after President Chen.This is fate, I hope I can always be your audience! [love]

That's great, Yu Xiaorong was moved, but also worried.

When he got up early in the morning, he went to the vegetable market early to buy fresh chicken.

While flipping through the book, I was thinking about the recipe.

Yu Xiaorong set the time for this live broadcast at noon. Because he was thinking about what happened last time, he specially sent a WeChat report to Xiao Fei. It has been sent for several hours, but it is rare that he did not wait for a reply.

He popped his head out to look at Fang Minghao who was still sleeping in the living room. He thought he would bring Xiao Fei back last night, but no, he came back very early and went to bed very early.

I don't know what game these two are playing.

Yu Xiaorong has never been in a relationship before, and he sometimes feels that the distance between the person in love and him is as far as that of an adult and a child.

A new live stream has started.

"Hi everyone, I'm the anchor Xiaorong, welcome to my kitchen!"

【Ah, ah, ah, finally caught up! 】

[Half a day without seeing each other is like three autumns! 】

[It feels good to see the familiar kitchen. 】

[I heard that the anchor made octopus balls at the culinary competition yesterday? ? 】

[Not only made meatballs, but also released the pigeons from the competition [狗头] at the end]

……

The bullet screen was swiped so fast that Yu Xiaorong couldn't even see it clearly.

"Today's live broadcast is also a lucky draw gift from the old viewer Nanfeng. He likes fried chicken, but he has been sick recently, so I specially made a light fried chicken for him. I wonder if you have tried this dish of Furong chicken slices?"

[The host is teasing me, there is no such thing as bland fried chicken, and what is fried chicken if it is bland! 】

Yu Xiaorong started a lawsuit again, but he just smiled and didn't answer.

He soaked scallions and ginger in warm water, beat four eggs, and only took the egg whites for later use.

Then he began to process the chicken, carefully removing the fascia and fat, and lying on his side with the back of the knife, Yu Xiaorong ground the chicken finely and chopped it finely.

After using the Big Black Dragon Knife, any knife feels as light as nothing, and the knife moves quickly.Under his knife, the chicken turned into a finely powdered meat paste, which was mixed with cornstarch, green onion and ginger water, and kneaded slowly between his fingers.

[Little gourmet]: The anchor, this knife craftsman, I haven't seen you for a day!

[Brother Qiang]: Well, it's like three autumns!

[Little Taotie]: @强哥, didn’t you always sing against me before, why are you always imitating me now?

[Brother Qiang]: Is there anything!Whoever sings against you, you tell me!

Xiao Tao was so polite that he didn't want to post barrage anymore.

Yu Xiaorong heated half a pot of pure oil on medium heat. When it was [-]-[-]% hot, he scooped up a spoonful of pink chicken paste and gently floated it into the pot.

[So this is fried chicken!How come there is no clear yellow frying oil and crispy meringue? 】

[This fried chicken looks so refreshing, is it because the oil temperature is low? 】

[Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas]: The temperature of the oil must be just right, one point more will burn, and one less will be raw. The chicken slices must be cooked but not burnt, which is the most skillful part of this "Furong Chicken Slices".

As soon as the barrage of "Mountains, Rivers, Lakes and Seas" came out, Liu Yurong, who had been peeking at the screen, was also blown out. He was somewhat embarrassed because he sided with Kong Sally when he was with Xiaorong and PK last time, and he didn't dare Yu Xiaorong showed his face in the live broadcast room.

After reading Shanchuanhuhai's thoughtful comment, he suddenly felt a sense of agreement, and three angels came out to guard him.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, for the gift." Yu Xiaorong happened to see the animation effect released in the live broadcast room while taking out the chicken slices from the pot.

"This dish is indeed sliced ​​hibiscus chicken." He continued to put the remaining chicken paste into the pot, and large white flowers floated out of the vegetable oil, shaped like white hibiscus leaves, reflecting the pure luster.Yu Xiaorong took out the fried chicken slices and washed them in clean water to remove the slick oil.

[Oh my god, this chicken is really white!Soft and white! 】

[If you don't say it, you can't tell that it's chicken! 】

【Brilliant! 】

Yu Xiaorong: "The rest is relatively simple. Let's season with salt and broth to make a soup. Friends who don't have broth at home can use chicken powder to replace it!"

He said that he added a little water starch to the soup base, tapped the water, and made a warm white translucent glass gorgon with a few strokes, added a handful of green beans, three or five goji berries, and poured it on the hibiscus chicken slices above.

"This hibiscus chicken slice is ready. The slow work is done on the chicken paste. It is necessary to remove the fascia in the chicken so that the chicken slices are as thin as wings. This is what it is. The main point of the dish!"

Yu Xiaorong brought the finished Furong chicken slices closer to the camera. What he made with fried chicken is a dish with a beautiful color, tender quality and clear taste, refreshing and simple.

After the broadcast, he put the prepared chicken slices into a bowl and put them in a safety cup.

Yesterday he asked Nanfeng for the address of the hospital where he was staying. Coincidentally, it was just a few blocks away, so instead of calling the city express, he called a taxi himself, and it arrived in less than 10 minutes.

It was his old audience, who was sick again, so Yu Xiaorong wanted to make a light dish, which happened to be brought to visit.

Yu Xiaorong was a little dazed when he walked upstairs according to the address.

He checked the address again to make sure there was nothing wrong, but it said "Oncology Inpatient Department" on that floor...

On that day, Yu Xiaorong took a taxi happily, but in the end he walked back with a lot of worries.

It feels very close when you are in a car, but far away when you are walking.

When he got home a few blocks away, he suddenly received a WeChat call. He picked it up and looked, it was Chen Dongyang's call!

Yu Xiaorong was taken aback. He and Chen Dongyang had exchanged WeChat messages during their "date" last time, but they had never used WeChat to contact each other.

"Hey Hey hey!"

When he picked it up, his heart started beating again.

"Xiaorong? I'll be downstairs at your house in 15 minutes."

"what?"

"I'll call you when I arrive, and you come down directly."

"I……"

"What's the matter, are you home?"

Yu Xiaorong subconsciously looked at the traffic lights in front of him. He calculated in his heart that there were still 15 minutes left, and he would definitely be able to run home!

"at home!"

"it is good."

Chen Dongyang hung up the phone.

Yu Xiaorong took a breath, hugged his green thermos bucket, and started the [-]-meter sprint on the side of the road.

Chen Dongyang is coming!He's coming home to pick him up!Are you going to eat again?Or a date?Maybe I took myself to see that Food Worth event that was made up yesterday?

Yu Xiaorong can't control that much anymore, he takes three steps and two steps, and has to rush home as soon as possible!

When he ran downstairs out of breath, Chen Dongyang was already waiting for him outside the car.

Yu Xiaorong looked at his watch: "You, didn't you say you will arrive in 15 minutes?"

"Didn't you say you were at home?"

"I, I..." Yu Xiaorong's mouth curled up again.

Chen Dongyang came over and looked at the thermos in his hand.

"Going to deliver food to the audience? Did you really go by yourself?"

"You, how do you know..." Before he finished speaking, Yu Xiaorong bit his lips, because Chen Dongyang walked over, he reached out and gently brushed the messy hair on his forehead to his ears back.

It's strange, it's almost winter, but the wind is still so warm on the face.

He ran too fast just now, and Yu Xiaorong's face was extremely red.

"Do you want to go up and change into your suit? I'll wait for you." Chen Dongyang spoke to him again in that slightly teasing tone.

"No more..." he said angrily.

"Then get in the car." Chen Dongyang took the initiative to open the car door for him this time.

Yu Xiaorong got into his car, and after walking for a long time, he remembered to ask, "Where are we going?"

"Go to my restaurant, my new restaurant." Chen Dongyang tilted his head and smiled at him, without explaining why he was in such a good mood today.

"When did the restaurant open?" He seemed to be waiting for Xiao Rong to ask this question.

"Just now, before I called you, the interior decoration has just been handed over!"

"It's so good!" Yu Xiaorong admired softly. He saw Chen Dongyang's complacent and unstoppable curvature of his mouth, which made his heart pound again.