The machineâs blades, powered by electricity, spun rapidly, almost instantly turning the pink fish meat into a white paste.
Jiang Qiuqiu immediately pressed pause.
"Donât grind the meat too finely. This much is good enough."
"Once itâs ready, weâll pour the paste back into the bowl and move on to the next step."
Even though Jujuâs cooking was delicious, the sight of the fish paste being poured wasnât exactly pretty. It was all sticky and gooey.
This was the exact kind of gooey stuff Changbei hated most.
He muttered, "Liking pickled fish is one thing, but I donât get why you like this minced fish stuff."
"Because minced fish is still fish."
"Do you really like fish that much?! Were you a fish spirit in your past life?"
"No." Qiudao stared at the light screen, his lips moving. "In my past life, I was probably the same as I am in this oneâa cat spirit. Thatâs why I like fish so much."
Qiudaoâs tone was so serious. Changbei felt like he had been completely bewitched by the food.
After all, he never normally joked with him like that.
So he leaned in close to Qiudao. "Well, by that logic, Iâm a feline too, right? So how come I donât like fish!"
"Maybe in your past life, you were a fish spirit, and thatâs why you hate them."
"...How is that possible! How could I be a fish? Iâve always been Mr. Mighty, okay! Your theory is wrong!"
"Alright! Stop arguing and be more mature. I want to watch the stream!"
Seeing how engrossed he was, Changbei scoffed, "I really should tell Jiang Jiujiu to never cook fish again."
"Stop arguing and just watch the stream!"
He reluctantly lay down on the edge of the bed.
The snow-white fish paste sat in a large bowl. Jiang Jiujiu took out her trusty stirring rod and stirred the paste in one direction to develop its elasticity. Once the resistance grew stronger, she put down the iron rod and slipped on a pair of disposable gloves.
Slapping the fish paste is the most crucial step in making fish balls. Whether the finished balls turn out springy, soft, and chewy all depends on if this step is done right.
The slightly sticky mass of fish was lifted high and slammed down hard. The impact of the paste made a loud SMACK, sending white juices splattering everywhereâ
The process looked very therapeutic, but seeing Jiang Qiuqiuâs slender arms and legs made everyone a little worried.
[I feel like that wad of meat is going to carry Juju away with it]
[Is our Juju not a big enough star? Why hasnât she hired an assistant to slap the paste? My heart aches for her. At this rate, I wonât even have the heart to eat two fish balls in one bite later! That would be such a terrible waste of our Jujuâs hard workâ]
[Wait, did you say slapping balls??? This calls for an @Zhou Zheng. Rumor has it heâs an expert at rolling balls.]
People in their social circle knew the inside joke about Zhou Zheng well, so everyone started spamming @Zhou Zheng in the bullet comments.
For a moment, his name flooded the entire screen.
Jiang Qiuqiu took a moment to catch her breath and looked at the comments, then asked, "Whoâs Zhou Zheng?"
"Why is everyone spamming his name?"
One helpful viewer explained the story and used their VIP privilege to post a picture Zhou Zheng had uploaded to his social circle in the bullet comment section.
A handsome, cheerful-looking young man was sitting on the shoulder of a Mecha. He was tall, with a great physiqueâpecs, abs, biceps, he had it all. Clearly, he was prime material for slapping some paste.
[So! What do you say? Wanna hire him?]
"..."
"Although that handsome guy is very good-looking, I can handle slapping the paste myself! Itâll be done in no time!"
"No need for that~"
The words had barely left her mouth when her terminal BEEPED. She tapped it and saw that the flashing avatar belonged to Black Hole.
He had sent her a message. Jiang Qiuqiu didnât open it, only seeing the preview textâ
[Tired from slapping the meatballs? Let me...]
âHeâs watching the stream?â
âHe wants to come and help?â