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"The fried taro strips are crispy on the outside and taste a bit like thickly cut French fries." Fang Qingnuan took a bite of the taro strips and was first conquered by the rich texture, "but the inside and center are gritty. , chew it twice and you will be wrapped in the unique dense feeling of taro.”

"The flavor is dominated by the aroma of taro, and with the milky and sweet flavor of condensed milk, the sweetness becomes stronger, and the more you eat it, the more delicious it becomes."

She said, finishing the remaining taro sticks in her hand in two mouthfuls, and nodded in praise: "My condensed milk is very good. Friends who like sweets recommend learning to learn it. The ingredients are not expensive, but it is better than drinking milk alone with sugar." It tastes so much better.”

[May: I really like eating the anchor’s fried food. The meat, French fries, and taro headlines are all delicious! 】

[Eight pack abs: The sugar and protein content of condensed milk makes it very suitable for energy supplements [Thinking]]

[See what you can do: The anchor understands me so well that every nutrient solution he drinks every day must be supplemented with sugar QAQ]

[Big frog under the volcano: This is already perfect, but is it just a semi-finished product? ! 】

[Going up the mountain to hunt tigers: The coarse-cut potato strips taste pretty good. I plan to try cutting the potato strips thicker and frying them [Compare your thoughts]]

[Little weed puller: Everything can be fried, can my favorite cucumber be fried like this [rubbing hands]]

"It is not recommended to try vegetables with high water content such as cucumbers." Fang Qingnuan stuffed the remaining taro stick into Zhaocai's mouth and watched the little guy holding it in his mouth and lying on his stomach with his front paws. The way he was holding on and eating slowly made him feel like he was feeding a little hamster.

Resisting the urge to be a rua cat, she looked up and saw the astonishing remarks in the barrage, and quickly interrupted the musings of a group of cooking novices: "We fried French fries, taro noodles, even steamed bun slices, sweet potato fries, etc. The food ingredients are basically high in starch. When exposed to high-temperature oil, the starch will absorb the oil and react, and the moisture will..."

"Ba!" She used the onomatopoeia and opened her hands to make a flower shape, leaving everyone with unlimited imagination.

After cleaning the wok and putting it back on the stove, she began to fry the most important finishing step of this dessert - icing.

"Pour in 50g of water and... 250g of sugar." She added several spoonfuls of sugar to get the grams. After pouring it into the pot, she couldn't help but sigh, "There is a reason why sweets are easy to gain weight and affect body functions. So After eating polysaccharide, it is recommended that you do more exercise or go to the treatment room to lie down for a while."

She turned on a low heat and kept stirring the sugar and water mixture in the pot with a shovel in her hand. She said: "Don't be anxious when frying. Be sure to keep stirring on a low heat."

Slowly, the sugar and water merged into a sticky liquid.

Next, many big bubbles began to bubble on the surface of the sugar water, and her stirring speed also increased.

"After foaming, let's stir for a while. When the sugar liquid becomes more viscous, turn off the heat and pour in the fried taro." She slowed down and gently stirred the taro strips, "Still stirring slowly. Mix it gently, otherwise the taro strips will break."

"Mix it like this, and the syrup will gradually condense into icing sugar." Fang Qingnuan saw that some of the transparent liquid on the surface of the taro had begun to turn into white particles. She knew that it was almost done, and her tone of voice became more cheerful. "So why does the sugar water turn into frosting?"

[Baji Baji: Ah...Is this...because taro has special ingredients? 】

[Aki should be happy every day: Because of the anchor’s translation? 】

[Glutious Xiaoxi: Hey, ah... why is it more difficult than the questions I was asked in class QAQ]

[Crying little fur ball: This is a great question...[claps hands][head full of question marks]]

[Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron: This should be considered crystallization, right? 】

[Perilla Leaf: In short, it is a very magical dish, applause! ! ! ] ˆ ˆ “Haha, I won’t torture you anymore, let’s announce the answer!” Seeing a group of people pretending to be dumbfounded and refusing to answer the question, she stopped tempting people. “High-concentration syrup will form crystals at lower temperatures, which is what we are doing now. You see these tiny white crystals."

There are many delicious desserts made using this principle. She listed a few casually: "In addition to frosted taro, we can also make frosted hawthorn balls, frosted bread, frosted biscuits..."

When the barrage shouted "The anchor is digging holes again", this anti-sand taro was served on the plate, and it was done.

"It is recommended to eat it while it is hot, so as to retain the crispiness of the fried taro sticks." Fang Qingnuan picked up a taro stick on the plate. Its surface was completely covered with icing sugar, and you could see the thin texture with the naked eye if you moved it slightly. The broken dregs fell down, "This way it will be sweeter, sweet lovers must not miss it."

"Ouch~" The channel's biggest sweetheart leader heard this and immediately rushed over to make his presence felt.

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"Cough, cough, cough!" Jiang Chengshu, who received the kid's text message and walked to the small kitchen for an appointment, was startled by the thick black smoke coming out of the door as soon as he opened the door, "Thomas, what are you doing? !?"

"Wait, Brother Jiang, you go out first~" Thomas, who was wearing a gas mask and still calm, answered him in a distorted voice, "Just wait for me for another five minutes, and it will be done soon!"

Unable to stand this kid doing "scientific research" in the kitchen, Jiang Chengshu ignored his request, opened the window for ventilation with one click, adjusted the exhaust suction in the kitchen to the maximum, and then rushed towards him with the fire extinguishing device at the door.

When the naughty kid saw this, not only did he not repent, but he protected the strange pot that was on fire in front of him, burning a hole in his collar.

"Get away, what if the fire explodes if you don't put out the fire?" Brother Jiang, a ruthless person who doesn't talk much, just picked up Thomas's back collar like a chicken, threw him aside, and then faced the burning The casserole was sprayed all over.

"Ooooooo, my porridge QAQ" Thomas took off the mask on his head with tears in his eyes, sniffed and looked at the mess on the stove.

"Porridge?" Jiang Chengshu pointed at the strange viscous liquid mixed with black and white in the blackened pot in front of him, and was speechless for a moment, "You...are you talking about this?"

"Yes, it's the porridge that I worked hard for almost an hour." Thomas walked over slowly with red eyes, picked up the spoon on the side, scooped up a spoonful in the pot, and was about to put it into his mouth. plug.

"Pah!" Jiang Chengshu had quick eyes and quick hands. He slapped his wrist and snatched the spoon containing the suspicious chemical substance, interrupting the ridiculous behavior of the young man who was in a worrying mental state.

"What kind of porridge is this? The pot is burnt out." He spoke the truth with every word, making Thomas want to cry more and more as he listened.

Seeing his dejected look, coupled with his invitation to meet here, Jiang Chengshu didn't want to accept it, but he could only deduce one conclusion: "You cooked this porridge for me to drink, right?"

"Otherwise!?" The kid covered his face and sighed, "I saw how to cook porridge for a sick friend on a sunny day, so I wanted to learn how to cook some for you..."

After pouting for a long time, Jiang Chengshu couldn't go against his conscience and say the word "thank you". After all, judging from his many years of actual combat experience and the subconscious risk-avoidance reaction of an S-level psychic, drinking this porridge would poison him on the spot.

He patted the young man's shoulder and sighed heavily: "I accept your wishes, and the porridge is..."

"Just wait for me for another hour!" Thomas pulled out a crisper box from under the stove like magic, revealing the ingredients inside. "Fortunately, I was afraid that you would still want to drink it, so I bought a few more ingredients."

"..."Listen to me and say thank you?