39 Stir-fried Rice Cakes (1/2)

”You're going to make rice cakes with this?” Ji Yue asked with disbelief on her face.

Not only Ji Yue, but Liu Qian and Liu Zixuan also had the same dumbfounded look.

Even a comment popped up in the always quiet live-stream room that Liu Qian was hosting.

[Am I hearing this right? Is someone going to make Stir-fried Rice Cake on parchment paper?]

Unlucky for the person who commented, Liu Qian did not check her phone as she continued to stare at Jiang Feng.

Liu Zixuan looked at Jiang Feng with newly found respect.

That's what it takes to become the club president! You need to be able to act like you're capable of everything!

Liu Qian quickly snapped out of her stare and nodded. ”Yes! Yes!”

Jiang Feng went to get some seasoning.

Other than salt, vinegar, sugar, and soy sauce, the shop also served a variation of chili condiments. There were diced chilis, tabasco pepper, garlic chili paste, chili sauce, and chili oil. Since Jiang Feng wasn't sure of the taste, he took one of everything, not letting forgetting the hoisin sauce and spare ribs sauce either.

Ji Yue got a big plate of raw napa cabbage beforehand and couldn't finish it, Jiang Feng didn't have to get more. The shop did not have any onions, but Jiang Feng thought that it wouldn't affect the taste too much.

Jiang Feng first put the rice cakes into his own hotpot to cook since Ji Yue and Liu Qian still had food in their pot, while Liu Zixuan had made a spicy stock. Jiang Feng's light stock was the best to cook the rice cakes.

Jiang Feng then started to tear the cabbage into small pieces.

Liu Qian suddenly remembered that she was still hosting the live-stream.

There were still a few people left watching the stream, all intrigued by Jiang Feng saying he wanted to make Stir-fried Rice Cakes at the all you can eat barbeque and hotpot shop. But since Liu Qian never checked her phone, she did not notice that her viewers were asking her to point the camera at Jiang Feng.

Three or four viewers made enough comments to make it look like more than 10 people were watching the stream.

When Liu Qian looked at her phone, she was shocked to see a whole row of comments.

[Come on! Show us the one that's making the rice cake! Why are you still pointing the camera at yourself?]

[Show us food!]

[Please look at the comments!]

[Can you stop blanking out and look at your phone?]

[This is frustrating to see! I'm calling you the Frustrating Host from now on! I'm going to unfollow you!]

[Dude! I'm here to see food, not your nostrils! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻]

”Oh! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot that I was still live-streaming!” Liu Qian exclaimed as she was shocked by people still trying to talk to her.

[She finally checked her phone!]

[I want to see food!]

[He's right! I want to see how someone can make Stir-fried Rice Cakes on parchment paper!]

”President… My viewers say they want to see you cook. Is that alright?” Liu Qian asked.

Jiang Feng was surprised to hear that Liu Qian's viewers were actual humans. He even had the thought they were AI viewers that the system put in there to boost the rating of the live-stream.

Since it wasn't any secret recipe, Jiang Feng nodded. ”Sure thing. But I don't want them to see my face.”

Even if Liu Qian wanted to, they were too close for Liu Qian to capture both the food and Jiang Feng's face in one screen.

Liu Qian quickly changed the recording camera from the front to the back of her phone. She stood up and pointed the camera at Jiang Feng's hands.

Jiang Feng was tasting all the seasonings he got.

Since the chili sauce was too salty, it couldn't be used. But Jiang Feng was surprised that the hoisin sauce was good. It was homemade, which tasted better than those saucs found in jars. In an instant, Jiang Feng tasted all of the seasonings and started to combine them,

Noting that Jiang Feng didn't want his face to show, Liu Qian kept her phone pointed at the small bowls of seasoning. The viewers could only see Jiang Feng's hands suddenly appearing and disappearing from the screen.

[Is he tasting the seasonings?]

[He looks like he's good at it]

[Host, can you stop your hand from shaking? I'm getting nausea because of it…]

The viewers started to interact more.

”I'm so sorry, I'll try my best to keep my hands still. And yes, our president is tasting the seasonings.”

[Why don't you change the title of the live-stream? The one you have now won't attract any attention.]