Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The others looked at each other.
The fans were all stunned. Could it be that Bai Rong had been hiding her skills earlier? Now was the time for her to show off her skills.
Wang Feng looked at Bai Rong's back as if he was looking at a glowing object.
However, when the group entered the kitchen, they saw Bai Rong looking at her phone with her head lowered.
"We'll make the first dish first. For the first step, we have to..."
Bai Rong confidently read out the information she had gotten on the Internet.
Fang Mo'er's mouth twitched.
When she heard Bai Rong finish reading out the steps, Bai Rong looked up and said, "So, who will be in charge of the prep work for the dishes?"
The female singer and dancer raised their hands to indicate that they could do it.
Bai Rong continued, "Then, I'll be in charge of stir-frying the dishes. In the end, we'll wash the dishes and serve the dishes..."
Bai Rong looked at Fang Mo'er's group.
Fang Mo'er shrugged. "Let's do it."
After the distribution of tasks, everyone got to work with their assigned duties.
On her end, Bai Rong followed the steps in the recipe and pointed them out to the person in charge of the ingredients. "When mixing the sauce, the pepper inside has to be the right amount. Yes, that's the right amount!"
"This dish has to be divided into equal sizes, so it has to be exactly the same."
Bai Rong was very strict. This time, she wanted the customers to give her a full score.
However, it was hard for the two people who were preparing the dish.
What was appropriate? Why were there so many appropriate portions?
Scr*w equal sizes! If they were capable of cutting it so neatly, they would not be artistes but chefs.
"Sister Bai, filling the whole chicken with vinegar, isn't this way too strange?" The female singer said in disbelief.
If that was the case, the entire bottle of vinegar would be used up.
"That's what it says," Bai Rong said matter-of-factly.
"Pfft!" Fang Mo'er, who was washing the dishes, could not help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Bai Rong widened her eyes.
"It should be vinegar, followed by the water that floods the entire chicken." Fang Mo'er knew this dish by heart.
Bai Rong frowned when she heard this and quickly looked at the recipe.
Sure enough, the word "water" had been added next to the line which said to drown the whole chicken.
This recipe was so imprecise that it did not even have proper punctuation.
Bai Rong's face turned red as she looked at the chicken that had been drowned in vinegar.
The female singer also looked embarrassed. "I did everything according to your instructions."
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room were all laughing.
"Haha, you can't just believe everything that's been written down. You still have to rely on your own experience to put in all kinds of seasonings. With just one look, you could tell that using vinegar to drown an entire chicken is ridiculous!"
"This means that you don't have any experience in cooking, right? I can even memorize this recipe, but someone has actually made such a mistake. This is really too much!"
Bai Rong's fans were embarrassed. They secretly watched the live broadcast without daring to say anything. At this moment, they really did not dare to admit that they were fans of this artiste.
A female fan said weakly, "Sister Bai is too straightforward. She followed the recipe to the T. She's so cute."
"Could it be that they have trouble discerning between cuteness and stupidity?"
Bai Rong's fans were instantly embarrassed. They really could not save her.
In the kitchen, Bai Rong was still making mistakes.
Fang Mo'er could not take it anymore and reminded her, "You have to cut the cooked meat on the cooked meat board! You can't use the raw meat board."
Even Wang Feng had given Bai Rong several reminders.
At the scene, everyone was more experienced than Bai Rong.
Bai Rong was so embarrassed that she could not even bring herself to read the recipes.
She had been eager to be in a dominant position just a moment ago, but now she did not know how to distribute the tasks.
For the moment, the situation was in a complete mess over there.
Only Fang Mo'er's side had already stacked up all the clean bowls and chopsticks and easily placed them as if they were on display.
Wang Feng looked at Fang Mo'er and asked, "You know this dish, right?"
On the other side, a few of them had already stopped working to look for a better recipe.
If they continued to delay like this, the customers would most likely arrive without them being able to produce a single dish.
Most of them did not have the experience of cooking frequently.
Just looking at the quantifier "appropriate amount", put a helpless expression on their faces..