Chapter 307: Chapter 105: Talent Played a Big Role
Du Xixi had a new idea spring to mind—perhaps she could try something new with the sour soup? Thinking this, her hand, which had been resting on the shepherd’s purse, paused for a moment before moving to the fresh celery beside it.
No one specified that only one type of vegetable could be used to make sour soup; maybe someone had tried before, but Du Xixi hadn’t yet. So today, she planned to make a breakthrough by using both shepherd’s purse and celery together.
The shepherd’s purse was fresh, and the celery crisp, layered dark and light at the bottom, looking incredibly fresh and appealing. Du Xixi then poured the pot of flour water cooked by 2569 into it, added yeast amidst the steaming mist, and after covering it with a lid, left everything to time.
"The sour soup needs another four or five days; let’s taste it together then." Du Xixi asked 2569 to move the heavy clay pot to the corner and then opened the fridge, taking out a jar of bright yellow pickled chicken feet.
This was the same jar of pickled chicken feet used for teaching live before. Now, the chicken feet were fully soaked in the pickled pepper juice, their original tenderness turned crisp. With the addition of the pickled pepper’s spiciness and the chill from many days in the fridge, it was the perfect time for enjoying them.
"Does everyone remember them? They’re the pickled chicken feet we made before!" Du Xixi opened the jar, and the spicy aroma wafted out. The viewers, who remembered them, opened their sensory sharing mode, took a deep sniff, and absorbed all that tempting aroma.
[——It smells so good! Spicy, but there seems to be a bit of sourness too!
——Honestly, I secretly tried one pickled pepper last time, and it was exhilarating! I hope these chicken feet would taste the same as the peppers!
——Wow, what a sneaky move!
——Right! In sensory sharing mode, as long as Madame sanctions the ingredients, we all get to try them. How did I not think of this!
——Are pickled peppers really that good? I have to try them out this time!
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——The smart ones are already eating.
——How can I put it? In a word, powerful!
——Hey, that’s four words!
——Nonsense, it’s clearly five!
——Stop joking, it’s just two words.
——...What’s going on? Are all the people here nuts?
——This sort of thing is quite common in our livesteam. Either the food is so stimulating that it makes everyone’s brains go haywire, or it’s so delicious, it does the same.
——Pickled chicken feet! They are really so delicious!
——Spicy and sour, you can even chew through the bones with the chicken feet! Absolutely amazing!
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Seeing everyone already "self-taught" and diving in, Du Xixi smiled without planning to say much. Instead, she swallowed the saliva subconsciously generated in her mouth, then picked a few chicken feet and placed them in a bowl. She then donned disposable gloves, grabbed them happily, and took a big bite.
As soon as it hit her mouth, the sour and spicy juice first touched Du Xixi’s tongue. This familiar taste made her eyes light up, and the crisp freshness of the chicken, marinated over days, also felt tender and tasty. Between her teeth and the chicken bones, endless deliciousness echoed in her mouth.
Although Du Xixi made plenty of chicken feet, she alone could finish almost half of them. Seeing a third of the pickled chicken feet in the jar had already gone, Du Xixi, still not quite satisfied, licked her lips and stopped.
She decided to leave the rest for Ke Lian and the others to have a taste. Just thinking about their appetites made Du Xixi anxiously remove her disposable gloves. While it was still early, she asked 2569 to take out more chicken feet from the fridge to prepare more in advance, ensuring Ke Lian and the others could enjoy enough next time.
"Xixi! Yiyi and Er Er are crying, and Miao Miao and I can’t seem to calm them down!" Just as Du Xixi put the three jars of pickled chicken feet into the fridge, Ke Xing’s slightly anxious voice came through with the sound of knocking.
Du Xixi closed the livestream, quickly took off her apron, and opened the kitchen door: "What’s wrong? Yiyi and Er Er don’t usually fuss much."
took the apron, very consciously stayed in the kitchen to tidy up the post-livestream mess, while Ke Xing, not caring about much else, grabbed Du Xixi’s wrist through the sleeve and led her in large strides toward the living room: "I don’t know either. They were playing just fine. Miao Miao told them a little story; the kids were even laughing. Who knew, in the moment Miao Miao and I turned to take a sip of tea, the kids started crying."