The machine’s blades, powered by electricity, spun rapidly, almost instantly turning the pink fish at into a white paste.
Jiang Qiuqiu imdiately pressed pause.
"Don’t grind the at too finely. This much is good enough."
"Once it’s ready, we’ll pour the paste back into the bowl and move on to the next step."
Even though Juju’s cooking was delicious, the sight of the fish paste being poured wasn’t exactly pretty. It was all sticky and gooey.
This was the exact kind of gooey stuff Changbei hated most.
He muttered, "Liking pickled fish is one thing, but I don’t get why you like this minced fish stuff."
"Because minced fish is still fish."
"Do you really like fish that much?! Were you a fish spirit in your past life?"
"No." Qiudao stared at the light screen, his lips moving. "In my past life, I was probably the sa as I am in this one—a cat spirit. That’s why I like fish so much."
Qiudao’s tone was so serious. Changbei felt like he had been completely bewitched by the food.
After all, he never normally joked with him like that.
So he leaned in close to Qiudao. "Well, by that logic, I’m a feline too, right? So how co I don’t like fish!"
"Maybe in your past life, you were a fish spirit, and that’s why you hate them."
"...How is that possible! How could I be a fish? I’ve always been Mr. Mighty, okay! Your theory is wrong!"
"Alright! Stop arguing and be more mature. I want to watch the stream!"
Seeing how engrossed he was, Changbei scoffed, "I really should tell Jiang Jiujiu to never cook fish again."
"Stop arguing and just watch the stream!"
He reluctantly lay down on the edge of the bed.
The snow-white fish paste sat in a large bowl. Jiang Jiujiu took out her trusty stirring rod and stirred the paste in one direction to develop its elasticity. Once the resistance grew stronger, she put down the iron rod and slipped on a pair of disposable gloves.
Slapping the fish paste is the most crucial step in making fish balls. Whether the finished balls turn out springy, soft, and chewy all depends on if this step is done right.
The slightly sticky mass of fish was lifted high and slamd down hard. The impact of the paste made a loud SMACK, sending white juices splattering everywhere—
The process looked very therapeutic, but seeing Jiang Qiuqiu’s slender arms and legs made everyone a little worried.
[I feel like that wad of at is going to carry Juju away with it]
[Is our Juju not a big enough star? Why hasn’t she hired an assistant to slap the paste? My heart aches for her. At this rate, I won’t even have the heart to eat two fish balls in one bite later! That would be such a terrible waste of our Juju’s hard work—]
[Wait, did you say slapping balls??? This calls for an @Zhou Zheng. Rumor has it he’s an expert at rolling balls.]
People in their social circle knew the inside joke about Zhou Zheng well, so everyone started spamming @Zhou Zheng in the bullet comnts.
For a mont, his na flooded the entire screen.
Jiang Qiuqiu took a mont to catch her breath and looked at the comnts, then asked, "Who’s Zhou Zheng?"
"Why is everyone spamming his na?"
One helpful viewer explained the story and used their VIP privilege to post a picture Zhou Zheng had uploaded to his social circle in the bullet comnt section.
A handso, cheerful-looking young man was sitting on the shoulder of a cha. He was tall, with a great physique—pecs, abs, biceps, he had it all. Clearly, he was pri material for slapping so paste.
[So! What do you say? Wanna hire him?]
"..."
"Although that handso guy is very good-looking, I can handle slapping the paste myself! It’ll be done in no ti!"
"No need for that~"
The words had barely left her mouth when her terminal BEEPED. She tapped it and saw that the flashing avatar belonged to Black Hole.
He had sent her a ssage. Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t open it, only seeing the preview text—
[Tired from slapping the atballs? Let ...]
’He’s watching the stream?’
’He wants to co and help?’
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