Chapter 9： I don’t eat, I don’t eat! Ah, it's delicious! (True fragrance)

Chapter 9 I don’t eat, I don’t eat! Ah, it's delicious! (True fragrance)

"Don’t worry, everyone, we should pay attention to the temperature of the oil when making fried meatballs."

After waiting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu uncovered the oil pan, small pieces of bubbles were already beginning to appear at the bottom of the pan, she reached out and felt it, "Very well, after the oil becomes like this, we can put the meatballs in the pot."

The small **** that bounced q on the plate rolled into the pan in slow motion.

At first, the small **** were rolled into the big oil pan, and no one cared.

But soon, just a minute, the oil splashed lightly, and the oil suddenly groaned. The meatballs that were originally sinking at the bottom of the oil pan slowly "floated", even though the garbage sensor The extremely deceptive scent spreads.

The overflowing smell of meat instantly conquered the onlookers.

#Woohoooo, what kind of smell is this! ? #

#Terry is a wolf: This is the favorite taste of macho! The aroma of meat, meat, meat, meat! Wailing#

The people who watched Jiang Qiuqiu’s live broadcast today are basically people from Terry’s mixed circle. The beast’s love for meat does not need to be described in words. It is the affection engraved in the genes—

As a hybrid gene powerhouse of the Federal Army, Changbei possesses the most extreme beast genes and the most sincere love for meat.

After smelling the scent of the live sensor, he was stunned. Shocked tears flowed from the corners of his mouth, his eyes flickering, his mouth murmured, and he tugged the Qiu Dao: "Qiu Dao Qiu Da Qiu Dao, what's the smell of this!?"

"The smell of delicious meat..."

"I'm going to fall! Is this the taste of love!"

Although this smell is really fragrant, you are falling too fast, Qiu Dao pulled Changbei, "Don’t sigh, watch the live broadcast first, maybe there will be a tasting session later."

"Hmm!"

He is gearing up and smelling delicious. I don’t know if it tastes as good as it is now.

It’s okay if it doesn’t taste good, anyway, it’s so fragrant, you can use genetic technology to make perfume... then! The whole universe is his favorite taste.

Woo, what a fairy universe is this. Loved love.

The most important thing to make croquettes is to keep the meatballs fresh and juicy after being fried. This requires extremely high heat conditions. Under hot oil, if you fry more and less fry, it will be fatal to its taste.

Jiang Qiuqiu is a veteran of fire control, use long chopsticks to gently clamp it.

Small fishing nets took advantage of the situation and put them away. Soon, a plate of fried Bibi meatballs was ready.

Leaving the oil, the fragrance is even more domineering.

The barrage is all urging Jiang Qiuqiu to start a virtual tasting.

#Quickly, open and try! #

#I admire the taste—#

#Is the broadcaster the chief of the Federal Central Restaurant? #

#Terry is a wolf: Impossible, isn’t the chief so poor? #

#That is the delicious flower blooming in the poor house! #

Poof, everyone praised the extreme rainbow fart, Jiang Qiuqiu chuckled lightly, "I'm going to open it for a try."

After speaking, she set up a tasting.

In less than a second, the ten inconspicuous tasting positions were all preempted.

Qiu Dao and Changbei were the first to grab the place for the tasting. As soon as the quota arrived, a plate of meatballs appeared in front of them.

It smells more fragrant in recent times, one by one, the **** are round and round, and Changbei's first move, picking up a meatball and throwing it into his mouth.

The salty fragrance and the fresh fragrance exploded in his mouth, his teeth touched the meatballs, and he bit down. The endless satisfaction made Changbei snorted, eating one after another.

Qiu Dao looked mature and stable, but the speed of eating meatballs was not slow at all.

This scene happened to everyone selected by the'ten'.

(End of this chapter)