Fried Meatballs 2

"Once it's chopped to this consistency, we can put it in a bowl to prepare the meat filling."

Wen Jiu used her kitchen knife to swiftly scrape all the minced meat from the cutting board into a basin with a couple of quick motions.

"Next, we add light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, oyster sauce, white sugar, and sesame oil," Wen Jiu said, holding up each seasoning bottle to display them, terrified that some viewers who didn't know how to cook might not recognize the condiments. "If you have enough ingredients at home, you can also add some chopped scallions before mixing thoroughly to create the meat filling."

[Chris Wants Five Bowls: Sister Rich, exactly how much of each seasoning should we add?]

[Pumpkin Big Melon Pumpkin: I want to know too, getting ready to take notes and try it myself.]

Wen Jiu stirred the meat filling with a pair of chopsticks. Seeing these barrage comments, she initially wanted to say "an appropriate amount," but then she reconsidered—the concept of "an appropriate amount" was far too vague.

So, she softly said, "If you're interested, feel free to hit that follow button. After the broadcast ends, I'll post the specific recipe and measurements on my personal feed."

[Ten Thousand Boats: Can this meat really be eaten after being chopped up like this? Surely nobody is actually going to follow such a reckless recipe?]

[Wind Rises Clouds Come: I feel like the streamer is just trying to court bizarre attention to boost her popularity.]

However, those who agreed with him were in the minority. Aside from the viewers asking for the recipe, quite a few people maintained a wait-and-see attitude toward Wen Jiu's method.

Commonly known as rubbernecking.

Once she finished mixing the filling, Wen Jiu couldn't be bothered to engage with someone who only knew how to kick up a fuss in the chat. She turned her head toward Qiao Shishi and Fei Qingyu, who were peeling potatoes, and asked, "I'm planning to make some steamed egg custard as well. Do you guys want any?"

Though neither of them spoke out loud, both nodded expectantly.

[Monkey Big Brother: Steamed egg custard? Is that the steamed egg custard I'm thinking of? I was once fortunate enough to taste it at the Jasmine Restaurant on Planet Kuroman, and it was exceptionally delicious.]

[Ten Thousand Boats: Planet Kuroman is a high-level planet. This streamer clearly looks like a pauper from a low-level planet; how could the food she makes possibly compare to the dishes at Jasmine Restaurant?]

Seeing the chat begin to degenerate into another argument, Wen Jiu remained completely calm and unruffled. Banning accounts was an endless task; only when these people tasted what true culinary art was like would they finally shut up.

Unfortunately, she currently lacked the money to buy ingredients for a tasting session.

Dwelling on it was useless compared to making money first, so Wen Jiu set to work on the steamed egg custard.

First, she cracked two eggs into a bowl, whisking the egg liquid thoroughly until a layer of fine bubbles formed, and then added half a cup of warm water. At that point, she seasoned it with a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of light soy sauce.

Because they were free-range farm eggs, Wen Jiu worried there might be a slight eggy gameyness to them, so she poured in a little yellow rice wine to neutralize the odor.

There was no plastic wrap available in the kitchen, so after mixing the egg liquid evenly, she had to place a plate over the bowl as a cover.

She placed it into the steamer and let it cook in the pot for a little while before it was ready to be served.

Estimating the time, Wen Jiu took out three bowls of steamed egg custard ten minutes later.

Right after taking them out of the steamer, she sprinkled a handful of vibrant green chopped scallions over the top, finishing it with a drizzle of light soy sauce.

The freshly steamed egg custard was still piping hot, instantly releasing the fragrant aroma of the scallions.

She lifted one of the bowls and let the micro-drone give it a close-up shot, while Qiao Shishi and Fei Qingyu carried away the remaining two bowls.

The previously bickering viewers in the live stream instantly had their attention captured by this bowl of egg custard. The buttery-yellow custard was soft, tender, smooth, and appetizing, without the slightest blemish.

Right after that, Wen Jiu used a spoon to scoop up a small piece. The bouncy, tender egg custard mixed with a hint of light brown soy sauce looked like nothing more than simple eggs, yet it completely awakened the taste buds of every viewer.

At that moment, Qiao Shishi and Fei Qingyu gently dug up a spoonful with their spoons and popped it into their mouths. The buttery-yellow custard had a texture that was soft, tender, and smooth on the tongue, which, combined with the fresh fragrance of the scallions, left them feeling utterly satisfied.

Since it wasn't convenient for them to interrupt Wen Jiu's broadcast, they could only swallow the custard while giving her enthusiastic thumbs-up to show their praise.

It was this very bowl of egg custard that made Fei Qingyu realize taking this odd job was truly the right choice.

If he could eat such delicious food every day, washing dishes for it was well worth it.

[I Am So Starving: My current state is a 100 percent match for my username.]

[Banana: Help, looking at it without being able to eat it—what kind of mortal torture is this?!]

[Chris Wants Five Bowls: This steamed egg custard looks so simple and easy to make. Sister Rich, can you post this recipe on your feed after the stream ends?]

"Certainly, steamed egg custard is extremely simple and hassle-free to make." Wen Jiu finished off her bowl of custard while it was still hot, feeling the chill in her body recede quite a bit.

The cafeteria's evening business hours were approaching, so she put down her bowl and immediately began preparing the deep-fried meatballs.

[Ten Thousand Boats: Tsk, anyway, I am definitely never going to eat this kind of junk food. It just looks tempting; who knows what it actually tastes like.]

[Sesame Congcong: I don't get it. If you're not going to eat it, why do you keep hanging out in the live stream flapping your gums? If you've got that much spare time, you could go pick up trash to contribute to environmental protection.]

More and more people were tuning into the broadcast, and the chat comments gradually increased. Sarcastic remarks like the ones from Ten Thousand Boats were quickly swallowed up in the stream.

"Now we begin making the deep-fried meatballs," Wen Jiu said, displaying the prepared meat filling in front of the camera. "The meat filling is already done, and the next step is to shape these fillings into meatballs."

[Jingling 20: Do we need to use some kind of mold?]

"No molds are needed whatsoever—just a single spoon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Jiu pulled out a spoon, scooped up a lump of meat filling into the palm of her hand, and began her signature meatball-shaping technique.

The audience watched as she clenched her hand and gave it a squeeze, suddenly causing a perfectly round little sphere to pop out from the junction of her thumb and index finger.

Then, with a gentle scrape of the spoon, a round little meatball dropped right onto the plate.

"Of course, if you have plenty of time, you can also use the hand-rolling method to make the meatballs." Wen Jiu's hands moved at lightning speed, quickly filling a plate with small meatballs. However, when she scooped up more meat with the spoon this time, the portion was much smaller than before.

This time, she scooped out only a tiny lump of meat filling, put down the spoon, and brought her hands slightly together, rolling it just like making a small marble.

A few seconds later, an equally perfectly round meatball rested in the palm of her hand.

"As you all know, though, I'm just a cafeteria worker." After demonstrating this method, she resumed her previous rapid pace. "If you want to be fast enough, this hand-rolling method isn't really practical."

In just the brief time she spent explaining, the viewers watched as the meat filling in the basin steadily decreased, while the uniformly sized, round meatballs on the plate multiplied.

[Banana: I'm watching Sister Rich shape meatballs on one side while trying to practice by petting a cat's head.]

[Pumpkin Big Melon Pumpkin: Sister Rich's hand speed is way too fast... I reasonably suspect Sister Rich might actually be some kind of hidden master chef.]