The Chinese character for "roast" contains the radical for "fire," suggesting the simple act of cooking food directly over an open fla.
However, in reality, roasting is all about using high heat.
Fire provides the necessary high temperatures, and the dry heat evaporates moisture from the food, creating a texture completely different from deep-frying. When roasting at, this high heat is key to searing the outside and locking in the juices. The surface becos beautifully charred and brown, but take one bite, and it’s still bursting with juicy flavor.
Grilled oysters were no exception.
Using tongs, she arranged the prepared oysters in a neat row, their bumpy, grayish-green shells facing down, revealing the snow-white, enticing flesh within.
The grill wasn’t very large, so she couldn’t fit too many oysters at once. Jiang Qiuqiu decided to grill them in two batches.
With the oysters arranged, the next step was to add the minced garlic. If you had to na the soul of grilled oysters, it would undoubtedly be garlic. Under the intense heat of the flas, the fresh oyster at cooked rapidly, absorbing the unique aroma of the garlic. The slightly spicy flavor, paired with the tender, springy at, was a combination that anyone who tasted it would call divine.
Jiang Qiuqiu moved quickly at first, spooning garlic onto the first row of oysters. But gradually, her movents began to slow.
The motion wasn’t tiring, but for so unknown reason, her head started to ache as she stared at the food.
She frowned, but finished adding the garlic to all the oysters. Then, Jiang Qiuqiu placed a few more fire stones under the grill.
The flas flared up, and the at nestled within the shells tightened slightly. A sharp little knife appeared in Jiang Qiuqiu’s hand.
Her hand was steady. The tip of the knife scored the snow-white flesh, like a tiny incision on flawless skin. After performing this on every oyster, Jiang Qiuqiu picked up the sauce she had just prepared.
The oysters were now about half-cooked. Grilling them for too long at such a high temperature would ruin their tender texture. Adding the sauce would help them cook through while also enhancing their flavor.
The cool sauce hit the hot oysters with a SIZZLE. So of it spilled over, dripping onto the fire stones below and causing them to hiss and pop.
Once Jiang Qiuqiu had brushed the sauce over every oyster, the sauce, garlic, and oyster at began to ld together, unified by the ’fire’ acting as a dium.
The aroma in the air intensified, more potent than anything she had ever cooked before.
A bead of sweat trickled down Jiang Qiuqiu’s temple. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of the grilled oysters. For a mont, she felt as if she were back at the night markets of her past.
’When the livestream ran late... I’d sotis order takeout. This was my favorite.’
The aroma reached its peak—
Jiang Qiuqiu removed the fire stones.
Just then, a newcor who had wandered in from another channel asked a question.
[First ti watching a food stream. What’s going on? She removed the fire stones, so are they done? Are they ready to eat?] This newcor, completely won over by the aroma, saw a flood of "Ti to eat! Ti to eat!" comnts scrolling by and felt a thrill of excitent. [Where do you all go to eat? The showcase in the top-right corner?]
[ 1, can soone answer? Where can we eat them? I want so so bad!]
anwhile, in Jiang Qiuqiu’s private fan group, the veteran schers were plotting in the shadows.
—There are so many new people... The viewer count is huge... We’re not going to miss out, are we?
—I just did a quick count. The portion size Juju prepared is big enough. We’ll definitely be able to get so; it’s just a matter of who’s first.
—So you want to be last in line?
—Hah! Let’s let the newbies be last then!
—Heh, then let’s get fired up!
The new fans were asking politely in the live comnts, and soon, a ’friendly’ veteran fan replied, [You bet. Just go camp the product showcase for a little while, and you’ll see it pop up soon.]
A chorus of "oh"s went up from the newbies, and they imdiately went to camp the showcase.
At that mont, the familiar assistant robot arrived. It held a scanner in its hand and began its daily routine.
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