After being exiled to the earth, she became popular in the whole universe by live broadcasting

"[As witty as me]: Why do I feel that Mr. Sheng's expression is a bit subtle? /Pensive jpg/"

"[You are the stupid one]: Do you have it? I think this kind of secret concern is so loving! /心心眼jpg/"

"[What's wrong with being rich and willful]: The notebook is ready. Although no one in our family who can remove harmful substances from food has appeared yet, what if it happens?
This notebook will become an heirloom of our family from now on! ! "

Because Ning Sheng and Qiao Si only had smooth movements throughout the whole process without explanation.
Star netizens in the live broadcast room quickly focused all their attention on Song Qingwei and the others.

And Mr. Qiu has indeed lived up to expectations. From the beginning, the problem has almost never stopped——

"What dish are we going to make now?"

"Shengsheng is already making boiled fish fillets, let's make braised fish nuggets!"

Song Qingwei also guessed that after the interstellar netizens tasted roast rabbit at noon, they must now be particularly interested in Chinese cuisine, so she spoke in more detail now,
Even though she didn't have as strong a photographic memory as Ning Sheng and Qiao Si, she still tried hard to restore what she had seen on the recipes:
"First we need to clean the fish pieces, and then add an appropriate amount of cooking wine, pepper and salt for marinating."

"How much is the right amount?"

Mr. Qiu kept in mind what Ning Sheng said before and asked in great detail:
"How many milligrams exactly?"

"specific……"

Song Qingwei was confused by the question.

She picked up the cooking wine that had been processed by Ning Sheng and poured out half a bottle according to her own taste:

"Look, that's about all."

"I understand!"

Mr. Qiu suddenly realized:
"Eight pounds of fish meat, 250 ml of cooking wine!"

"...Well, more or less."

Although he didn't know how Mr. Qiu weighed the weight with his naked eyes, Song Qingwei always felt that if he asked, he might cause more trouble, so he simply nodded casually, poured in half a pack of pepper and a few spoons of salt, and marinated it. for about twenty minutes.

“Next we need to coat the fish pieces in flour.”

"Is that right?"

Qiu Lao picked up a fish piece, put it directly into the flour pile and rolled it:
"Wrap it all up, right?"

"...Well, that's right!"

Song Qing thought about it for a moment, but without wondering what the problem was, he immediately poured oil into the pot:
"Now we can put the wrapped fish pieces into the oil pan and fry them until brown!"

As she spoke, her hands held fish pieces freshly taken out of the flour pile.

Probably feeling that there was a little too much flour, the palms of both hands that were originally closed were slightly separated, and a lot of flour was shaken out from the middle, and it happened to be sprinkled in the direction of the fire.

"careful!"

Qiao Si had just turned around to get a side dish when he saw such a thrilling scene.

And his spatial confinement ability has obviously not reached the point where he can accurately control every grain of flour in the air.

boom!
The fire suddenly surged to more than five times its original height.
The small explosion, which was not too serious, directly knocked out the oil pan that Song Qingwei had set up before!
Fortunately, no one was injured——

In a flash of lightning, Qiao Si used the power of space transfer to move everyone to a place more than ten meters away.

"This……"

Mr. Qiu felt that he was frightened:

"Is the production process of this ancient Chinese delicacy still so dangerous?" (End of Chapter)