Everyone asked Jiang Qiuqiu to verify whether it was two cakes today.

Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at it and shook his head: "No, it's not." ”

【Lost!】 Suddenly low under the peak! 】

[If I hadn't seen two loaves of bread, I would have been able to tolerate one, but I've fantasized about eating two loaves now—]

[Just two, two! 】

[You guys are so easy to be deceived, you've done thirty-seven doses, there must be two copies! 】

[Yes, it's thirty-eight, definitely two! ] 】

Jiang Qiuqiu paused when he reached the fortieth and asked, "Do you all want two cakes?" ”

【Yes!】 】

【2 Race Highs!】 】

[I love two, two love me]

[Two, two, my mouth is too big to stuff my teeth......]

[A cake is gone with a maximum of dozens of bites, too little and not enough aftertaste, just two! ] 】

Everyone popped out one after another, Jiang Qiuqiu sighed, picked up the basin and the remaining dough in the basin, and said with a smile: "Actually, I originally wanted to make three, but seeing that everyone wanted two so much, I just-"

【……？？ 】

Before she finished speaking, the barrage that was originally full of I love 2 and 2 love me instantly became, I love 3, 3 love me.

Everyone covered up their previous words at lightning speed, originally to tease them, Jiang Qiuqiu didn't stop for long, and continued to pluck them.

Sixty-one agents with ring patterns were kneaded quickly, Jiang Qiuqiu quickly opened the stove and put a pan on the stove, he had made a fried dumpling once before, and ordered a relatively large pan, and this time this pot just came in handy again.

Use a rolling pin to roll out the prepared agent into a small cake, not too thin, brush some oil on the pan, the pan does not need to wait too long, the pan can be pressed after it is slightly hot.

The dough and the iron kettle met under the medium of high temperature, the thin crust was quickly dyed with a burnt yellow color, the oiled part of the cake was gently swollen under the high temperature, the tool in Jiang Qiuqiu's hand had been changed from a rolling pin to a shovel, the heat was almost over, and the shovel was used to gently shovel the cake in the air.

With a flip of the wrist, it is natural to turn the scallion pancake in the air, and then use dexterity to make the cake fall on the pot.

The cake is almost cooked, fried on both sides until golden, and the fragrance of the scallion pancake finally gradually wafts out, Jiang Qiuqiu only holds a shovel in his hand, and the same cake has to be turned over three or four times in order to present the most perfect puff pastry layering.

At this moment, the camera robot gave a close-up of the scallion pancake thrown into the bowl.

One after another scallion pancakes are stacked on top of each other, the golden brown color skin, the slightly white and soft inside, the chives smell that can't be fanned away -

[I'm starting to swallow my saliva! 】

[Is this the scallion pancake...... It looks really delicious! 】

[So many cakes, do you have to fry them together before you put the quota?] 】

[The happiest time of the day is coming!] 】

[No, no, no, you can be happy twice today, and there will be more later!] 】

【！ 】

The barrage is happy, but no matter how happy it will be in the next moment, it is still very painful to wait for food at this moment.

Of course, in this live broadcast room, it is not only them who are suffering, but also - the big next door.

The next door was fine at first.

Because kneading noodles is tasteless, and flocculent noodles look ugly, everyone initially thought that the rumored live broadcast of Jiang Jiu was nothing more than that-

It's simple, it's unremarkable.