Chapter 9

“Everyone, don’t be in a hurry. When making fried meatballs, we need to pay attention to the temperature of the oil.”

After waiting for a while, Jiang Qiuqiu uncovered the frying pan. Small bubbles were already emerging at the bottom of the pan. She reached out to feel it, “Very good. Once the oil looks like this, we can put the meatballs in.”

The elastic little meatballs from the plate slowly rolled into the hot oil.

Initially, the small meatballs rolling into the large frying pan didn’t attract much attention.

But soon, in just a minute, oil splashed gently, the oil suddenly sizzled, and the meatballs, which were originally sunk at the bottom of the pan, began to ‘float’ up. A fragrance, even intriguing through the garbage sensor, filled the air.

The overflowing meat fragrance instantly conquered the onlooking macho men.

[Wuwuwu, what is this smell!?]

[Terry The Wolf: This is the favorite smell of macho men! It’s the aroma of meat, meat, meat, meat! Howl]

Most of those watching Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream today were from Terry’s mixed circle. The love of beasts for meat required no further description; it was an affection engraved in their genes.

As a genetically enhanced hybrid of the Federal Legion, Chang Bei possessed the most extreme animal genes and the most sincere love for meat.

After catching a whiff of the aroma from the live broadcast sensor, he was completely stunned. Tears of shock uncontrollably flowed from the corners of his mouth. His eyes flickered, muttering to Qiu Dao, shaking him, “Qiu Dao, Qiu Dao, what is this smell!?”

“So fragrant, the smell of delicious meat…”

“I’m going to fall! Is this the taste of love?”

Even though the smell was indeed enticing, his speed of falling is too fast, Qiu Dao pulled Chang Bei, “Stop marveling, watch the livestream first. Maybe there will be a tasting segment later.”

“Okay, okay!”

He rubbed his hands together, smelling delicious, wondering if it would still be as fragrant when eaten.

Even if it’s not tasty, it doesn’t matter. Since it’s so fragrant, it can be turned into a perfume with genetic technology… by then! The entire universe will be filled with his favorite aroma.

Wuwuwu, what a divine universe. Loved it, loved it.

The most crucial aspect of making fried meatballs is to maintain the tender and juicy texture after frying. The demand for precision in cooking time is extremely high; overcooking or undercooking can be fatal to the texture.

Jiang Qiuqiu was an expert in judging the cooking time. A gentle pinch with long chopsticks, and it was done.

The small strainer deftly lifted and dropped, and soon, a plate of fried bibi beast meatballs was ready.

Once out of the oil, the fragrance became even more dominant.

The barrage was full of requests for Jiang Qiuqiu to start the virtual taste-testing.

[Quick, open the taste test!]

[I bow to this taste-]

[Is the host the head chef of the Central Federal Restaurant?]

[Terry The Wolf: Impossible, the head chef wouldn’t be so poor, right?]

[Then it must be a delicacy from a humble home!]

Pfft, everyone’s praising excessively. Jiang Qiuqiu chuckled lightly, “I’ll open the taste test.”

After saying that, she set up the taste test.

In less than a second, those ten inconspicuous taste test slots were occupied.

Qiu Dao and Chang Bei were the first to grab a taste test slot. Just as the slots were filled, a plate of meatballs appeared in front of them.

Closer to the fragrance, one by one, small round meatballs, shiny and moist, Chang Bei moved his hand first, picking up a meatball and putting it into his mouth.

Salty and fresh flavors exploded in his mouth. Teeth touching the meatball, a bite brought endless satisfaction. Chang Bei couldn’t help but make a sound of approval and continued to eat.

Qiu Dao, mature and steady-looking, wasn’t slow in eating meatballs either.

This scene happened to every person selected in the ‘ten’ slots.