I became popular after the live broadcast of raising cubs deep in the mountains

Chapter 19 - Live broadcast room on the tip of the tongue
Zhang Jian's eyes immediately widened, and he was so amazed that he burst into the quintessence of Chinese culture: "Damn it, this Danai cake is so delicious, isn't it? What kind of divine taste is this!"

"The slightly sour fruity aroma of plums first hits the palate, and the pulp is very soft. The filling is sweet and fragrant with chopped nuts. When you bite into it, it bursts with flavor!"

"What's even more amazing is that there is a faint scent of plum blossoms! It's fragrant and cold, and you'll be bursting with all kinds of flavors after taking one sip!"

The dessert-loving viewers in the live broadcast room were so greedy:

"Ahhh! Show me your mouth! Show me your mouth!"

"Why can't my mouth penetrate the mobile phone and penetrate space!"

"My mother asked me why I was chewing on my phone..."

"What kind of live broadcast room in the mountains? This is obviously a live broadcast room on the tip of the tongue!"

"Anchor, are you still short of cubs? Do you like to work ten bowls of rice a day?"

Tao Yaoyao was very embarrassed, so she took a spoonful of chicken porridge from her bowl, took a sip, and was immediately stunned.

"This is chicken minced porridge? Why is it different from the chicken minced porridge I've had? Sister Ye, did you cast magic? This is too delicious!"

The drooling viewers in the live broadcast room were anxious:

"You're stunned, why don't you describe the taste!"

"So what exactly is different? You can tell me!"

“If you don’t describe the food show, it’s not a good food show!”

"Oooh, I'm so greedy!"

"This chicken porridge looks delicious! The milky white soup seems to be different from ordinary chicken porridge!"

Ye Zhen also started to answer: "It's the soup that's different."

"The normal way to make chicken minced porridge is to cook chicken breast, carrots, corn, mushrooms and other ingredients together with rice to make porridge, then add vegetables and condiments."

"Last night, I simmered the chicken bones, tube bones and pork knuckles over low heat overnight and added the broth to the chicken minced porridge. As the saying goes, the chicken will not be fresh without the bones, the flavor will not be fragrant without the knuckles, so the chicken minced meat will not be thick. The porridge is full of rich flavor and freshness.”

Professor Wang ate a piece of Danai cake and took a sip of porridge. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Xiao Zhen, your porridge is really amazing! Fresh!"

When Wang Yushi heard this, he quickly picked up the spoon and took a sip. Then he opened his eyes wide, abandoned the spoon, picked up the bowl, and started drinking.

Looking at this action, the live broadcast room will know how delicious this porridge is.

"Haha! Look at Tao Yaoyao, she has also quietly abandoned her spoon and is taking a swig from the bowl!"

"Ah! My elegant artist... this picture is so beautiful!"

“In front of delicious food, image doesn’t matter!”

"The anchor is causing people to commit crimes! I can't stand it anymore! Form a group to rob!"

“The eight-treasure porridge in the bowl suddenly lost its aroma!”

Everyone was drinking porridge, and Ye Sheng, who was sitting motionless, stood out.

"Why don't you drink porridge, little friend Ye Sheng?" Ye Hongxi had an inexplicable liking for this gloomy boy and asked with concern.

Ye Sheng stared bitterly at the small bowl of porridge that Ye Zhen served in front of him, and choked out: "I hate carrots."

The two cubs who were eating happily looked up at him.

Ye Baini pointed at Ye Sheng and laughed loudly: "Brother Ye Sheng, you are so grown up and you are still picky about food!"

"My brother used to hate carrots, but after my mother cooked them, he no longer hates them!"

Ye Baini looked at Ye Sheng expectantly, "Brother Ye Sheng, just take a sip! Maybe you won't hate it anymore!"

Everyone at the table was staring at him, and Professor Wang looked threatening. Do you dare to refuse Zaizai?

Remembering the tingling feeling of being hugged by Ye Baini, Ye Sheng immediately lowered his head, scooped up the porridge with a spoon, and took a small sip of the porridge.

The audience in the live broadcast room stared intently at Ye Sheng's expression.Ye Sheng...well, he didn't have any expression.

But he directly picked up the bowl and drank, gulping, gulping.

The delicious taste on his tongue made him squint his eyes with satisfaction. What is a carrot?have no idea.

The real fragrance warning that fills the screen in the live broadcast room:

"Haha, the science geek identifies the attributes of tsundere!"

"Who was the person with a face full of bitterness and hatred just now?"

"I don't know what carrots look like on his face now hahaha!"

Ye Baini beamed with joy, "Brother Ye Sheng, why don't you try Danai cake too! It's our first time for my brother and I to eat it too! It's more delicious than cherry cake. Brother Ye Sheng, why don't you try it!"

Ye Sheng put down the empty bowl, glanced at the three remaining Danai cakes, and regained his composure: "I'm allergic to honey."

Ye Baini's wide eyes were full of surprise: "Are you allergic to honey? That brother is so miserable! I don't know how delicious honey is!"

Ye Qingyun pulled his sister.

"Ye Baini." Ye Zhen called the talkative Zai without emotion.

Ye Baini stuck out her tongue and started eating obediently.

Professor Wang was happy, "Haha, Ye Sheng is so miserable. Because he is allergic to honey, he doesn't dare to touch desserts."

Ye Sheng said with a straight face, "I don't like desserts either."

"Ah!" A scream suddenly sounded in the restaurant.

Tao Yaoyao held the soup dumpling in her mouth and burst into tears: "This dumpling is full of gravy! There's a lot of it! It's so hot!"

Ye Zhen was helpless, "Spit it out if it's hot."

Tao Yaoyao covered her mouth and shook her head, "I don't! The soup here is so fresh and delicious, my taste buds are already exhausted!"

Her mouth was burnt red, and she was breathing heavily while speaking without spitting out the soup dumplings in her mouth, but she no longer had the image of an elegant artist.

There was a lot of joy in the live broadcast room:
"Why do I think Tao Yaoyao, who eats human fireworks like this, is cuter!"

"Haha, look at those red, watery eyes! You really would rather be burned to death than spit out the food in your mouth!"

"If it weren't for this soup dumpling, I really wouldn't know that Tao Yaoyao is also a foodie!"

"I've taken a screenshot!"

Zhang Jian also put a bun into his mouth. He was so hot that he swallowed it carefully.

Then he stared at Ye Zhen with burning eyes, "Sister Ye, your soup dumplings are different from ordinary ones. What ingredients are in this soup? It's so fresh!"

Ye Zhen chuckled, "Normal soup dumplings are filled with pork belly, which is relatively heavy in oil and water. You also need to stir-fry crab roe and crab meat into crab fat, and then wrap it in pig skin jelly to steam out the rich soup."

"I have limited time, so I use lean meat for the meat, and the bone marrow from the tube bones for crab oil and pork skin jelly. The bone marrow glue is thick and delicious, and it is more original than the soup made from various ingredients. "

The live broadcast room was already filled with cries of ghosts and wolves, shouting that they wanted to eat bone marrow.

"Ahhh! The anchor's cooking skills are really amazing! Every dish is made more delicious with originality!"

"Those who say rich people have breakfast, look at how these rich people are devouring their food now, do you still dare to say that they are arrogant?"

"Who can understand the deliciousness of bone marrow? I can already imagine how delicious Anchor Ye's soup dumplings are!"

Several pairs of chopsticks were grabbing the buns in the steamer, but Ye Sheng was the only one who didn't move.

"Brother Ye Sheng, why don't you eat steamed buns? Mom makes delicious ones!" Ye Baini focused on Ye Sheng and saw that he was still drinking porridge, so she highly recommended it.

Ye Sheng's brows knitted, "I hate steamed buns."

(End of this chapter)