Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes

"You're going to make Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes with this?" Ji Yue looked incredulous.

Not only Ji Yue, but Liu Qian and Liu Zixuan also wore expressions of disbelief, as if they had misheard.

Even in Liu Qian's livestream chat, which was usually as quiet as stagnant water, a comment floated by: I must have misheard. The person eating with the streamer said he could make spicy rice cakes on grill paper.

Unfortunately, Liu Qian wasn't looking at her phone, her gaze fixed on Jiang Feng in shock.

Liu Zixuan looked at him with admiration, thinking to himself, As expected of someone who can be a club president. His showboating is so clear and refined.

"Yes, yes!" Liu Qian nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Feng went to the condiment station to get ingredients.

Besides the basic salt, vinegar, sugar, and soy sauce, there were many types of chili peppers at the condiment station: chopped chili, bird's eye chili, garlic chili, chili paste, and chili oil. Not knowing the taste, Jiang Feng took a little of each. He made several trips, grabbing quite a few condiments, not even skipping the seafood sauce and pork rib sauce.

Ji Yue had already taken some Napa cabbage, so Jiang Feng didn't need to get any more. There was no onion, but it would do.

First, Ji Yue put the finger rice cakes into her own pot to cook. Both Ji Yue and Liu Qian had things cooking in their pots. Liu Zixuan's pot was the spicy one, while Jiang Feng's pot was a clear soup pot with just two scallion segments and not much salt, perfect for cooking rice cakes.

Then, Jiang Feng began to tear the cabbage into small pieces.

At this moment, Liu Qian remembered she was livestreaming.

There were still a few active viewers in her livestream. Hearing Jiang Feng say he was going to make Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes, they were extremely curious. Liu Qian, however, wasn't looking at her stream at all. No matter how much they spammed comments asking her to point the camera at Jiang Feng, Liu Qian never glanced at her phone.

With three or four active viewers, the comments gave the impression of dozens of people.

Liu Qian happened to glance at her phone and was startled by the number of comments floating on the screen.

"Streamer, can you show us the young man cooking? What's the point of pointing the camera at you?"

"Cooking, I want to see cooking!"

"Please, streamer, look at the comments, I'm begging you!"

"Streamer, stop looking so stunned, look at the comments, please!!!"

"Annoying streamer, unsubscribing, unsubscribing."

"I want to see cooking, not your nostrils (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

"Ah, sorry, I didn't see them just now." Liu Qian was a little surprised that there were actually active viewers in her livestream, and quickly explained to everyone.

"Oh my god, the streamer is finally looking at the comments."

"Quick, film the cooking, I want to see the cooking."

"Yes, hurry up and film the cooking, I want to see Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes being made on grill paper."

"Club President, my livestream viewers say they want to see you cook. Can I film?" Liu Qian asked.

She didn't expect there to be viewers in Liu Qian's livestream. Jiang Feng had previously suspected that the 46 people in her stream were all bot accounts provided by the system.

It wouldn't hurt to film it; it wasn't some secret technique. Jiang Feng nodded, "You can film, but don't show my face."

Given the distance between Liu Qian and Jiang Feng, it was actually quite difficult to capture his face.

Liu Qian switched her livestream from the front-facing camera to the rear-facing camera. Holding her phone with both hands, she stood up and filmed Jiang Feng's hands, transforming from streamer to camerawoman.

Jiang Feng was tasting the condiments.

The chili paste at this restaurant was too salty and definitely couldn't be used. The seafood sauce, however, was surprisingly good; it wasn't store-bought but homemade. Jiang Feng tasted the sauces one by one with his chopsticks and began to mix them.

Liu Qian carefully followed Jiang Feng's instruction not to show her face. The phone camera was fixed on the several bowls of condiments. The viewers in the livestream could only see Jiang Feng's hands appearing and disappearing.

"Is he tasting the condiments?"

"He looks quite professional."

"Streamer, please stop shaking your hands, I'm getting dizzy!"

The viewers in the livestream became much more active.

"I'm sorry, I'll try not to shake. Our Club President is tasting the condiments," Liu Qian replied to the comments.

"Streamer, you should change the name of your livestream. No one is watching with this name."

The livestream was currently called "Club Gathering Daily."

Liu Qian thought for a moment and changed the name to "Making Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes at a Buffet BBQ Restaurant."

Jiang Feng had already mixed the spicy sauce and taken out the rice cakes. He began to stir-fry the cabbage.

He brushed a layer of oil onto the paper, then used his chopsticks to spread half of the spicy sauce onto it. He poured the torn cabbage onto the sauce and added a ladleful of soup.

With a "swish," a large plume of white smoke billowed out and quickly dissipated. Jiang Feng rapidly tossed the cabbage with his chopsticks, ensuring the spicy sauce coated it.

Everyone's attention was drawn by the white smoke.

"What's Brother Feng doing?" The club members sitting farther away craned their necks to look at Jiang Feng's table.

"Looks like he's stir-frying cabbage. Brother Feng is awesome!"

"How did I not think of that? Let's stir-fry cabbage later too."

Even the waiter came over to watch the commotion. Having worked as a waiter in a buffet BBQ restaurant for many years, they had seen plenty of unusual things. Some of the longer-serving waiters were already used to it. After a glance, they said to a newcomer, "It's not on fire, no need to intervene."

"I think it smells quite good," the newcomer said, taking a deep sniff.

Because Liu Qian's stream name was a bit unusual, some netizens clicked in. Seeing Jiang Feng stir-frying cabbage on grill paper, the bullet comments were filled with "666".

Some who had done similar things before chimed in to pour cold water.

"I did this at a buffet barbecue last time. It ended up burning and sticking to the paper, and I couldn't even flip it with chopsticks. It's useless and doesn't taste good."

Soon, that comment was proven wrong. Jiang Feng not only flipped it, but did so with ease.

Even though the stream interface was filled with smoke, the cabbage coated in spicy sauce on the grill paper still looked mouth-watering.

"This cabbage looks delicious."

"Yeah, it makes me want to eat kimchi."

"The streamer is amazing, their cooking skills are a 6!"

Those who had just joined thought Jiang Feng, who was cooking, was the streamer.

Liu Qian usually didn't respond to most comments, and she couldn't answer the questions asked, such as how it was seasoned or why it didn't stick to the paper. She didn't even know the answers herself. But when someone mistook Jiang Feng for the streamer, she had to speak up and explain.

"The person cooking is the president of my club. Today is our club's gathering."

"The president is amazing. The Culinary Club has a male president?" a comment scrolled by.

"We're the Chess Club," Liu Qian clarified.

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The cabbage on the grill paper was almost cooked.

Jiang Feng added the cooked rice cakes and the remaining half of the spicy sauce, scooped in a spoonful of vinegar, and finally sprinkled some sugar.

He continued to stir-fry with chopsticks. Once every piece of rice cake was coated in the bright red spicy sauce and the cabbage was fully cooked, Jiang Feng used his chopsticks to move them aside. He poked at them and said, "It's ready to eat."

The aroma alone was incredibly enticing.

The experienced waiters who had walked away earlier were drawn back by the scent.

"Be careful, it's hot," Jiang Feng warned.

Liu Qian could no longer focus on the stream. She was the closest and had endured the tempting smell for a long time. If she hadn't been holding her phone, she would have grabbed a piece of cabbage as soon as it was almost cooked.

She placed her phone on the table and eagerly picked up a piece of rice cake with her chopsticks.

"This is so delicious!" Liu Qian exclaimed while blowing on it.

The stream, which had been filled with "666" comments, turned black as Liu Qian casually put her phone down.

After a long pause, a comment slowly drifted by.

"Streamer, I have only one 'mmp' to give you now! Unsubscribing!!"

I meant to add author's notes in the previous chapter but forgot again. This chapter was written purely to make time for author's notes. I'm so sleepy.

When I opened the backend today, my expression was 〣(Δ)〣. The collections more than doubled, and the recommendation votes also increased significantly. I was even a bit confused, not knowing what happened. Thank you all for your support!!!