Everyone clamored for Jiang Qiuqiu to confirm if they were really getting two pancakes today.
Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at the comnts and shook her head. "No, you’re not."
[So disappointed! A sudden valley after such a peak!]
[If I had never known the glory of two pancakes, I could have tolerated just one. But now I’ve already started fantasizing about eating two—]
[Just make two, please make two!]
[You guys are so gullible. Juju has already made thirty-seven portions of dough, so she’s definitely making double portions!]
[Yeah, she’s up to thirty-eight now. It’s definitely double portions!]
Jiang Qiuqiu paused after making the fortieth one and asked, "Do you all want two pancakes?"
[Yes!]
[Two is the best!]
[I love two, two loves .]
[Make two, please make two! My mouth is so big, one isn’t even enough to get stuck in my teeth...]
[A single pancake is gone in just a few dozen bites. That’s too little, not enough to savor. Let’s go with two!]
Everyone spamd comnts asking for two. Jiang Qiuqiu said, "Oh," then picked up the bowl with the remaining dough. She smiled and said, "Actually, I was originally planning to make three, but seeing as you all want two so badly, I’ll just—"
[...??]
Before she could finish her sentence, the bullet comnts, once filled with "I love two" and "Two loves ," instantly changed to "I love three" and "Three loves ."
Everyone buried their previous comnts with lightning speed. Since she was just teasing them, Jiang Qiuqiu didn’t pause for long before she resud portioning out the dough.
The sixty-one portions of dough, each with a spiral pattern, were quickly kneaded. Jiang Qiuqiu soon turned on the stove and put a flat-bottod pan on it. She had ordered a rather large one when she made pan-fried dumplings before, and this ti, the pan ca in handy again.
Using a rolling pin, she flattened the prepared dough balls into small, round pancakes. They didn’t need to be too thin. She brushed so oil onto the pan. You don’t have to wait long when griddling pancakes; as soon as the pan was slightly hot, she could press the dough onto it.
The dough t the hot iron of the pan. The thin dough quickly took on a golden-brown color. The oiled sections of the pancake puffed up slightly under the high heat. By now, Jiang Qiuqiu had already switched from her rolling pin to a spatula. When the ti was right, she used the spatula to gently flick the pancake into the air.
With a flip of her wrist, she effortlessly turned the scallion pancake over in mid-air. Then, with a skillful flick, she let the pancake fall back onto the pan. The impact on the air-filled, crispy interior created even more flaky layers.
The pancake was almost done, pan-fried to a golden brown on both sides. The signature aroma of scallion pancakes finally began to waft out. With just the spatula in hand, Jiang Qiuqiu had to flip the sa pancake three or four tis to achieve the most perfectly separated, flaky layers.
At that mont, the cara robot zood in for a close-up of the scallion pancakes being tossed into a bowl.
One after another, the scallion pancakes were stacked together. Their outsides were golden and crisply browned, while their insides were pale white and soft. And the scent of scallions was so thick you couldn’t wave it away—
[I’m starting to drool, I’m drooling!]
[So this is a scallion pancake... It looks so, so good!]
[There are so many pancakes. Does she have to finish cooking all of them before she releases the slots?]
[The happiest mont of the day is almost here!]
[No, no, no, we get to be happy twice today! There’s more later!]
[!]
The bullet comnts were cheerful, but no matter how much happiness the next mont held, waiting for the food was still agony.
Of course, they weren’t the only ones in agony in this live stream room. There was also... the stream next door.
At first, things were fine next door.
Kneading dough doesn’t produce any sll, and the shaggy dough looked pretty ugly, so at first, everyone thought the stream of the legendary Jiang Jiujiu was nothing special—
Simple and unremarkable.
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