Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Liao Jiayan: âJust finish it off with salad dressing.â
After Ting Jiu finished plating the salad, he followed Liao Jiayanâs instructions and squeezed the salad dressing on top of the vegetables.
After completing the last step, Ting Jiu held the vegetable salad he had made and admired it carefully. âItâs so beautiful. I feel like Iâm working in a five-star restaurant. â
Especially when Liao Jiayan taught him how to set up the table just now, he finally knew what it meant to be on a higher level.
Ting Jiu looked up at Liao Jiayan and couldnât help but give her a thumbs up. âSister Liao, youâre really amazing.â
âMine is ready too.â After Liao Jiayan squeezed the salad dressing on it, she also finished her portion of salad.
She put in a little more effort than Ting Jiu. She cut the cucumbers into several different shapes. This way, the overall effects of the plating would be more impactful.
She put in a little more effort than Ting Jiu. Qing split up a few shapes to cut. The effect of this arrangement would be better.
âHow long has your meat been stewed? Is it still not done?â
For some reason, Qi Yan felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Ting Jiuâs concerned questioning.
âCanât you see that the pot hasnât boiled yet?â she replied impatiently.
She had added some water just now. How could it boil so quickly?
Ting Jiu came over curiously and saw that she was boiling the dish on a small fire. He couldnât help but complain, âMy sister, canât you turn the fire up a little? Are you trying to boil a frog?â
[Little Jiu Jiu has such a good temper. So he knows how to scold people too, hahaha.]
[Boil a frog hahahaha, Iâm dying of laughter. Iâve learned it, Iâve learned it. With this sarcastic nature, he is still our Little Jiu Jiu.]
[Yes, yes, yes. Thatâs how it should be. No one will spoil Miss Qi. I canât tolerate her anymore. Thereâs no need to tolerate her anymore.]
[Save me. Somebody should be our substitute. Treat Qi Yan ruthlessly.]
[Ting Jiu was just trying to give a kind reminder. Whatâs with her attitude? Is it Little Jiu Jiuâs fault that the pot didnât boil? Why is she so impatient? Why doesnât she vent her anger on the pot?]
[The meme of the old man on the subway looking at his phone. Understood?]
Ting Jiu couldnât stand it anymore, he directly turned up the fire for her.
Qi Yan: â
After the pot boiled, Qi Yan took an empty plate and prepared to plate the meat.
When Ting Jiu saw that the meat in the pot was still white and colorless, he really couldnât tell what this had to do with braised pork.
Before she loaded the plates, Ting Jiu couldnât help but remind her, âDonât you always have to add dark soy sauce when you make red braised pork belly?â
Although Ting Jiu did not know how to cook, he had seen his mother make braised pork at home and roughly knew some things.
Hearing Ting Jiuâs words, Qi Yan realized that she had forgotten about this
step.
She put down the spatula in her hand, grabbed a bottle of soy sauce from the seasoning area, and poured it into the pot.
Qi Yan put down the soy sauce and picked up the spatula to flip the meat and spread the sauce evenly. There was no effect, so she picked up the soy sauce bottle, wanting to add more.
Ting Jiu happened to see the label on the bottle and immediately stopped her from pouring it in.
âWhat are you doing?â Qi Yan looked at him unhappily. âNo, you added light soy sauce.â
Qi Yan said, âArenât they all similar? Whatâs the difference?â
âLight soy sauce is used to raise freshness. Only dark soy sauce can color the meat.â Ting Jiu brought over the dark soy sauce and stuffed it into her hand, she said with some disappointment, âI thought your culinary skills were good.
You canât even differentiate between light soy sauce and dark soy sauce.â
[Iâm dying of laughter. Hahaha, Qi Yan doesnât know as much as Little Jiu Jiu.]
[This family canât do without Little Jiu Jiu? Hahaha.]
[I take back my words that âQi Yan has some culinary knowledgeâ.]
[Save me. Iâve never cooked before, and yet I still know the difference between light and dark soy sauce. You may not have cooked before, but you ought to have heard about it. Perhaps Missy doesnât come into contact with these things every day.]
[At least take a look at the labels. My god, guess why light soy sauce is called light soy sauce and why dark soy sauce is called dark soy sauce.]
[Families, I feel that Miss Qi has been cooking braised pork for a century. The dishes next door have already been stir-fried. Why is she still on braised pork? Oh, she was cooking it on a small fire, hahahaha.]
The director saw on the monitor that the three groups were about to complete their mission. He immediately invited the villagers who had come to vote to take a seat.
After settling down the villagers, the director came to Meng Chuyuanâs group before the dishes were served.
He used the excuse of an inspection to sneak into their group. Coincidentally, the cameraman was filming Lu Jinsen making a salad. He walked to Meng
Chuyuanâs side and whispered, âTeacher Meng, if you win later, can you get Qi
Yan to move back in with you?â
When Meng Chuyuan heard the directorâs request, she looked up in surprise and stared at the director.
âWhy do you think Iâll win?â
The director said confidently, âI believe your culinary skills will definitely crush everyone present.â
He did not watch these past few episodes of the variety show from behind the scenes for nothing. He had carefully observed that the Liao Sisters did not know how to make many dishes and often ate the same few dishes. Meng Chuyuan was different. She basically ate different dishes for every meal.
He had mentioned this request to Qi Yan during lunch, but it did not work.
The production team was worried that filming at home would cause trouble for the old ladyâs family, so they had no choice but to use this competition to cover up.
Meng Chuyuan shook her head and said disdainfully, âArenât you being too kind?â
âI came to beg you because I had no choice.â
Hearing the directorâs request, Meng Chuyuan felt that it was still a little ridiculous.
Meng Chuyuanâs lips twitched. Without changing her expression, she said, âI didnât say I would definitely help you.â
She did not treat this as a competition to begin with. She just casually made a dish from the available ingredients. Thinking that the dishes were for the villagers to taste, she put in a little more effort and specially made handmade meatballs.
The director felt that it was not good to be seen here for too long as the other guests might suspect that his variety show was rigged.
After a while, the director said tactfully, âWhy donât you reconsider? This is really important to our production team.â
âThe results are not out yet. It doesnât seem good for you to discuss this with me in advance, right? What if my dishes donât suit the villagersâ taste and the other two groups win?â
Ten minutes later, each group brought their own dishes to the table for the villagers to try.
For the sake of fairness, the production team completely mixed up the order of each set of dishes. Then, they let the villagers choose according to their taste after eating.
The guests watched as the lid of their dishes was lifted. When the villagers picked up their chopsticks to taste it, they were quite nervous.
When the villagersâ chopsticks reached for Qi Yanâs plate of braised pork, the audience in the live-stream became restless.
[If I remember correctly, that braised pork was made by Qi Yan, right?] [Help!! Iâm already starting to feel nervous for the villagers.]
[IYouâre nervous for the villagers, hahahaha.. Sister, are you serious? Arenât you nervous for Miss Qi?]