Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack

Chapter 15: Braised Pork Rice

Master Fan was shocked by Tang Qiaoqiao's words and became irritated. He yelled, "So you know how to cook, so what! When I started cooking, you little girl was still drinking milk."

Tang Qiaoqiao sneered, "You only relied on the fact that you are an old man. Your voice is loud, but cooking is not based on a loud voice."

Master Fan felt that he was greatly insulted. No one in the crew dared to look down upon him.

"Listening to your tone, you can also cook? Then we will try and compete."

Tang Qiaoqiao stood up. "Yes. But if you lose?"

"If I lose, I will immediately knock my head three times to you. But if you lose, get out of the crew." Master Fan looked like he was holding the winning ticket.

"No need to kowtow. You are not worthy. As long as you apologize to me in public and admit that you are sealing the crew's money for purchasing food."

"Who is the referee?"

"Of course, it is everyone present." Tang Qiaoqiao said.

【This kind of person is simply a bully in the crew. Qiaoqiao, don't compete with him. Safety is important】

【Don't be afraid, Qiaoqiao. We support you. You are femme-fatale】

【Yes, if he dares to hurt you, we will expose him】

【What a broken crew. The food is unpalatable, but no one is allowed to say it. Is this the underworld?】

【A small temple has a great wind. There are many kings in shallow water】

[T/N: This idiom means people with little skill are usually the noisiest. The lower the threshold (the water), it is easier to attract stupid people. Therefore, the lower the threshold, the noisier it gets. He is trying to say that because it's a bad crew, it attracts bad people, like the chef.]

Zhang Wu looked at the rising number of people in his live broadcast room. His mouth was grinning to his ears. Today he caught a big fish.

When the producer and director learned what happened, Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan had already stood in front of the stove, surrounded by a circle of people watching. Zhang Wu had grabbed a good position in the front row.

However, the producer not only did not persuade Master Fan but instead asked the crew photographer to take good shots. What a good promotional material. He would be a fool if he didn't take advantage.

Tang Qiaoqiao competes with Master Fan on braised pork rice.

Master Fan slammed his knife to the cutting board and said cruelly, "Little girl, it's not too late to give up now."

Tang Qiaoqiao didn't even give him a look. She took a piece of pork belly with a good layer of fat and lean meat and cut it into half thumb-sized dice, which would make it more delicious and taste better.

"As you wish." Master Fan cursed with anger and began to process the ingredients.

Tang Qiaoqiao removed both ends of the onion, peeled off the skin, and cut them into small onion rings. Then she heated the delicate snow-white lard in a wok and fried the onion rings until golden brown. Then, she removed the oil and set it aside for later use.

Tang Qiaoqiao moved smoothly. She put the onion, ginger, and garlic in a wok to saute, stirred-fry the diced pork belly, and rendered the fatty part slowly.

Tang Qiaoqiao put half a pot of diced meat in a wok. When she looked at the uneven heating, she habitually flipped the wok.

The flame ignited along the edge of the pot, and everyone exclaimed, "Ooooh."

At this moment, a little helper in the kitchen guarding the side exclaimed, "The wok is more than ten kilograms. She can lift it with one hand. What a tough girl."

'Ten kilograms?'

'Tough girl?'

Isn't her hand moved too fast again? When so many people see it, don't they all think she is a manly woman?

'No, absolutely won't work.'

Tang Qiaoqiao had a flash of inspiration. She grabbed the handle of the wok and tried to flip it upside down. But this time, she just lifted it up, her hands are shaken, and she put it down.

"It's really heavy. I almost broke my hand." Tang Qiaoqiao shook her wrist, pretending to be weak.

Master Fan glanced at her contemptuously. A woman with small arms and legs still wanted to flip the wok. Of course, she couldn't help it.

Just now, she must have used all the strength of her whole body to flip the wok because she wanted to show off her skills. Master Fan was even more sure that Tang Qiaoqiao only have a big mouth.

Zhang Wu's live broadcast room is still going, and the number of people has exceeded 500,000.

【Qiaoqiao's first flip was very stable. Why can't she do the second one?】

【I can't do it. Flipping a pan is a test of arm strength, and after all, Qiaoqiao is a weak woman】

【What happened? I just came in. This is the first time I saw an actress cooking on the crew with makeup】

【A vixen's modern life diary. Life is too difficult. Hahaha】

After the edges of the pork belly have been sautéed and slightly charred. Tang Qiaoqiao's added the crushed onion and star anise, five-spice powder, rock sugar, cooking wine, soy sauce, and an appropriate amount of warm water to the wok. She stirred-fry them evenly and transferred them to a pot to slowly stew on a small fire.

Tang Qiaoqiao boiled some hard-boiled eggs in another pot, peeled off the shell, and simmered them slowly with the braised pork.

While waiting for the braised pork, Tang Qiaoqiao washed the pots and pans and wiped the tabletop spotlessly, leaving only a large white porcelain serving bowl on the side, ready for the braised pork.

Master Fan smirked with hands on his hips and said, "These small movements are as useful as farts."

"At least I can eat without worrying about diarrhea." Tang Qiaoqiao secretly regretted it. If she knew that the dish was made by this kind of cook, she wouldn't take a bite. Barf.jpg.

Tang Qiaoqiao and Master Fan were ready at the same time. Both brought the serving bowl to the empty table outside.

As soon as they lifted the lid, the rich smell of meat engulfed the entwined heat, spreading in all directions.

Everyone looked at the two pots of meat together. Master Fan was rarely so generous. The meat was sliced thickly and heavily. It's just that the cut is too big, but it also makes the fat more conspicuous. It looks greasy, and the color is too dark.

Everyone glanced at the other pot, and they were taken away by Tang Qiaoqiao's pot of braised pork.

The scent is too attractive, the color is brown-red and oily, and the meat is thick. Just a glance can evoke their taste buds.

Everyone shouted: "I want to eat Tang Qiaoqiao's."

"I will eat this one."

Tang Qiaoqiao laughed. "Everyone line up and come one by one."

Master Fan is very angry. These little rascals usually flatter him, but now they didn't give him face.

He casually grabbed one or two familiar staff members. "Fuckers, isn't what Laozi make delicious? Get some for me."

The staff looked at each other and smiled embarrassingly, "Master Fan, your cooking must be delicious, but today we also want to have a taste of something different." After that, they broke free of his hand and ran away.

Tang Qiaoqiao spread a layer of braised pork on the white rice, added half a braised egg, and served the braised pork rice with a few emerald green vegetables.

Each grain of rice is covered with gravy. The fat of the meat and the gelatin from the skin are melted in the sauce. The meat is melting in the mouth, and the egg is full of gravy. The aftertaste is endless.

Master Fan looked at Tang Qiaoqiao. His expression is as dark as the bottom of a pot.