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Chapter 247 So... just carve a bird

Ding Peng said, all the audience in the live broadcast room were happy, and they were all digging the audience just now, thinking to himself whether you want to be Master Ding’s apprentice or his son-in-law?

The Ding Manrou sisters were not as good as the spring breeze and flowers, and were extremely pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, in fact, I, Ding Peng, don't have this plan to accept my apprentice. I am only half-baked. I don't want to delay your talent. That would be a crime." Ding Peng said.

As a result, many viewers in the live broadcast room curled their lips, and there were some people from Dongling City here, one by one, starting to reveal Ding Peng's old truth.

"Master Ding, we are still good friends if we are not humble."

"I tell you, the dishes Master Ding cooks not only look at appetite, but also make your appetite greatly increase."

"It's good, but it's too expensive."

expensive?

That must be expensive!

Ding Peng thought to himself: "If it is a cooking skill learned by oneself, it is nothing more than popularization, but this is a cooking skill given by the system. It is unique in the world. It is rare to be valuable if things are rare? Can inexpensiveness be worthy of my annoying system?"

He didn't want to get stuck on this issue, but took out the ingredients for the fourth dish.

Half a winter melon, appropriate amount of mushrooms, one winter bamboo shoots, and a little pork belly.

When the ingredients were released, Ding Peng didn't say anything, but just stretched out two fingers.

This is obvious, let's guess the name.

The audience in the live broadcast room was completely confused and didn't know how to match these things. Could it be that they were still fried in one pot?

"In my opinion, this dish should be Dongdongdongdong."

After a long time, an audience member sent a message.

But after the news came out, people burst into laughter.

"I'm old? Master, how old is it?"

“Eighty three.”

"...You can't talk nonsense even when you are old. What's the dongdongdong? Can you rely on some tricks?"

"I can't guess this dish, Master Ding, please help me."

It was two minutes later, and no audience guessed it in the live broadcast room.

This was something Ding Peng expected. After all, few people know how to match these ingredients.

"Dad, what dish do you cook?" Ding Manrou was also very curious and asked.

Ding Peng smiled and pointed to several ingredients, saying in turn: "Winter melon, winter bamboo shoots, and mushrooms, haven't you noticed any problems?"

"Uncle Ding, both the surname Dong!" A viewer hurriedly sent a message and answered.

Ding Peng laughed and said, "Yes, everyone's surname is Dong. Now we put these ingredients together to make them. What should we name them?"

"Donggu Longdongqiang!"

"Puff~"

Ding Peng and Ding Manrou were all laughing, and the audience in the live broadcast room even laughed and slapped the table. There was no way. No one expected that someone would think of a name like this. Brother, are you a performer?

"Not called Donggu Longdongqiang!" Ding Peng said with a smile for a while: "Since these ingredients that start with winter make a dish, it is obviously a gathering together. You can't let others play alone during the New Year."

As soon as the name gathered together came out, the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly became enlightened.

That’s right, the ones named Dong made a dish together, and it was really a gathering.

"This name is festive."

"Uncle Ding, how do you do it?" someone asked.

Ding Peng thought for a while and said, "I will complete this dish with a few girls, it's a little difficult."

As soon as it was difficult, the audience in the live broadcast room became curious, because although the names of the first few dishes were elegant, they were really not difficult to make. It was finally easy to produce a difficult dish, and they all wanted to see how to make it.

As he said that, Ding Peng ordered Ding Manrou and said, "Big girl, chop the mushrooms, third brother, cut the winter bamboo shoots."

"Ah?" Ding Ding was stunned.

She didn't expect that her father would let her participate in this dish, but... I can't cut it.

"Dad, I...I can't cut it, it's all broken." Ding Ding said weakly.

Ding Manrou also looked at her dad curiously.

Ding Peng smiled and said, "What's the point of not being able to cut this? Cut it casually and chop the winter bamboo shoots. Cut the more you can cut, cut the more you can cut, and there is no need to know how to cut the knife."

After hearing what my father said, Ding Ding scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Then... well, let's say it first, don't say I'm stupid if it is cut off later."

"Don't say it." Ding Peng smiled.

After receiving my father's approval, Ding Ding let go of his hands and feet and began to cut winter bamboo shoots.

Fortunately, there were two knives and the chopping board was relatively large. Ding Man Rou and Ding Ding were one by one. Although it was a bit crowded, it was still easy to cut vegetables.

Ding Manrou's knife skills have begun to show his level, and the mushrooms will be cut into powder in a while.

Ding Ding couldn't do it anymore. He first carefully peeled off the skin of the winter bamboo shoots, then carefully cut the uneven thickness and thin slices into curved strips, then cut them into large and small grains, and finally cut them into smaller grains with a knife.

After the cut was finished, a layer of sweat appeared on Ding Ding's forehead, and then the little beauty breathed a long sigh, as if she had done a sensational feat. She lowered her knife and said, "Dad, can it be done?"

Ding Peng smiled and said, "It must be possible. My daughter can't cut it, but she must do it."

Many viewers in the live broadcast room curled their lips, but they had never seen such a protective person. Everything your daughter did was the best.

After the ingredients were cut, Ding Peng said to Ding Man: "Girl, cook oil in the pan and stir-fry until fragrant."

"good!"

Ding Manrou was very quick-witted and stir-fry the winter bamboo shoots and mushrooms as Ding Peng told her to make her fragrant. Ding Peng asked her to add seasonings, then add an appropriate amount of water starch and thicken it.

When the vegetable juice is thick, just turn Ding Manrou off the heat.

"Put it into a basin and put it in the refrigerator for ten minutes." Ding Peng then ordered.

"ah?"

Ding Manrou didn't understand the meaning.

"Dad, put it in the refrigerator? How else can I eat?"

"You will understand in a while."

"All right."

Ding Manrou put the ingredients in the pot in a stainless steel basin and put them directly into a refrigerator in the kitchen. This refrigerator is also a newly purchased brand-name product - Medi.

In fact, it is not scientific to heat things in the refrigerator, but Ding Peng doesn’t care about that much. When making New Year’s Eve dinner, it will naturally be cold until tomorrow. How can you eat it?

"Dad, what should I do with winter melon? Did you let me take action?"

Ding Cailin looked around and his hands itched. Just now, his elder sister cut mushrooms and his third sister cut winter bamboo shoots, and he was the only one left. This winter melon must have been kept for him.

Ding Peng twitched his lips and thought to himself, "You can do it?" We can't eat this dish at all, but it can't dispel the enthusiasm of his second daughter."

So Ding Peng cut off a piece of winter melon with a knife and handed it to Ding Cailin, and said with a serious look on his face: "Girl, can you promise my dad something?"

"Uh~ Dad, what's wrong?"

Ding Cailin took the winter melon pieces in a daze. Seeing his father looking serious, his heart was beating in his heart, as if he felt something bad was about to happen.

Ding Peng said: "Promise my dad, don't take action easily in the future? This is the time today. Now you are helping carve a phoenix on this piece of winter melon. The way you carve it will determine the quality of the dish. The responsibility is heavy, don't let my dad down."

Ding Cailin: "..."

"Carved phoenix? Dad, how do you carve it? I have never seen a phoenix!"
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