Fans in Chen Yu's live broadcast room soon found that the fans of a certain food broadcaster on the barrage began to frequently send out a barrage of ah, ah, ah, I am dead.

A person who eats, the content of the fan's barrage changes, and it is even richer than Chen Yu's performance.

This can't help but make people curious.

Of course, some people are attracted, and some people feel that this wave of curiosity is not as good as the beauty 'attack' brought by Chen Yu for the time being.

At this moment, they don't know that there is a saying that your curiosity is the beginning of our love.

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Jiang Qiuqiu was still pouring oil.

After the conical pot is filled to 13, the amount of oil is about the same.

Fried tempura needs to wait for the oil temperature to rise to seven or eight percent hot, and while waiting, Jiang Qiuqiu moved the batter he had prepared earlier to the side of the iron pot.

[Is it going to be fried?] 】

[Wrap in mush, right! This step is really super amazing, and it is very fragrant when it is fried after being wrapped in mush! 】

The army of mushy quickly appeared.

It seems that they are all old rivers and lakes, but today is different, Jiang Qiuqiu waved his hand mysteriously: "Yes and no, today is very special." ”

[I'm looking forward to it now, which is special!] What's so special? 】

Jiang Qiuqiu didn't speak, just pinched the tail of the shrimp, dipped it in a circle of starch, and then rolled it in the paste.

[Yikes! Isn't it still mush? 】

Because Jiang Qiuqiu has said that it is different several times, now everyone is holding a magnifying glass and looking for differences in the live broadcast room.

As he spoke, the oil temperature quickly rose to six or seven percent hot, and smoke slowly floated up in the pot, at this time, everyone thought that Jiang Qiuqiu should take the fried shrimp, but-

She actually put down the shrimp and started washing her hands?

I saw Jiang Qiuqiu cross his hands, clean up his hands and dry them, and then pick up the pot of paste.

【？？？ 】

Then, a very magical scene suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

The paste with just the right mix of oil, water and flour did not clump, Jiang Qiuqiu stretched out his five fingers, dipped some batter in the basin, and then put his hand on the pot.

The liquid slides downward by gravity, and the droplet-shaped batter enters the oil pan, and the air inside is instantly discharged by the high temperature and floats on the surface of the oil pan.

The Maillard reaction was instantaneous, and a fragrance poured out of the oil pan.

The temperature was very suitable, Jiang Qiuqiu saw this, and sprinkled some 'snow' in the pot again.

The sound of zila zila was particularly attractive, and after the floating matter in the pot was almost there, Jiang Qiuqiu pinched the tail of the shrimp and put it into the oil pot.

"The most amazing thing about the fried tempura shrimp is the coating." Jiang Qiuqiu explained while operating: "We have to swing it in the oil pan while the coat on the surface of the shrimp has not been fried thoroughly." ”

Soon, the shrimp, which had been cut into a little thin, were dipped in a fluffy and crispy dough coating, and they were golden and looked delicious.

Jiang Qiuqiu put the fried first shrimp on the plate.

Then, it was time to pick up the motions.

The process of dripping batter is still relatively difficult, so she said it a few more times, "If you can't use your hands, you can also use chopsticks or Taotao fresh colander to drip with chopsticks, we have no requirements for tools, that is, the batter dripping out is better to be finer." ”

"It's easier to blow it up."

At first, she only made one at a time, and then she started two at a time.

The left and right sides started at the same time, and the fried tempura was piled up in layers on a navy blue plate in the shape of long strips.

One by one, one by one, one after the crisper.

Half of the live broadcast time has passed, and everyone can't hold back if they want to grab a spot for dinner.