Spicy Stir-Fried Rice Cakes

"You're going to use this thing to make spicy stir-fried rice cakes?" Ji Yue looked utterly incredulous.

It was not just Ji Yue. Liu Qian and Liu Zixuan both wore expressions that said, Did I hear that right?

Even a comment drifted through Liu Qian's livestream, which had been as silent as stagnant water: Did I hear wrong? The person eating with the streamer said he can make spicy rice cakes on grill paper.

Unfortunately, Liu Qian was not looking at her phone. She could only stare at Jiang Feng in shock.

Liu Zixuan looked at him admiringly and thought, As expected of someone qualified to be club president. Even his showing off is so fresh and refined.

"Yes, yes!" Liu Qian nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Feng went to the condiment station to get seasonings.

Besides the basic salt, vinegar, sugar, and soy sauce, there were many kinds of chili seasonings: Chopped Chili, Bird's Eye Chili, Garlic Chili, Chili Paste, and Chili Oil. Since he did not know how they tasted, Jiang Feng took a little of each. He went back and forth, gathering quite a few seasonings, and did not even spare the Seafood Sauce and Pork Rib Sauce.

Ji Yue had taken some Napa Cabbage earlier, so Jiang Feng did not need to get any. There were no onions, but it would do.

He first tossed the Finger Rice Cakes into his own pot to boil. Ji Yue and Liu Qian's pots were both already cooking food, while Liu Zixuan's was a Spicy Pot. Only Jiang Feng's Clear Soup Pot, with just two floating scallion segments and barely any salt, was suitable for boiling rice cakes.

Then Jiang Feng began tearing the cabbage into small pieces.

Only then did Liu Qian remember that she was livestreaming.

There were still a few living viewers in her stream. They had been extremely curious when they heard Jiang Feng say he was making spicy stir-fried rice cakes, but Liu Qian had completely ignored her stream. No matter how much they spammed comments asking her to point the camera at Jiang Feng, she had not glanced at her phone once.

Three or four active viewers managed to create the effect of dozens.

When Liu Qian happened to look at her phone, the number of comments floating across the screen gave her a start.

"Streamer, show us that handsome guy cooking already! What's the point of aiming the camera at yourself?"

"Cooking! I want to see the cooking!"

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

"Streamer, stop staring blankly and look at the comments! Please!!!"

"Annoying Streamer. Unfollowed, unfollowed."

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

"Ah, sorry. I didn't see them at all just now." Liu Qian was also a little shocked that there were actually living viewers in her stream, and hurriedly explained.

"Oh my god, the streamer finally read the comments."

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

"Yeah, hurry and film it! I want to see spicy stir-fried rice cakes being made on grill paper."

"President, the viewers in my stream want to watch you cook. Can I film it?" Liu Qian asked.

Jiang Feng had not expected Liu Qian's stream to actually have viewers. Earlier, he had even suspected that all forty-six people in her stream were zombie followers supplied by the system.

Filming him was no big deal. It was not some secret recipe. Jiang Feng nodded. "Go ahead, but don't show my face."

At the distance between Liu Qian and Jiang Feng, it was actually quite difficult to catch his face anyway.

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

Jiang Feng sampled the seasonings.

The Chili Paste at this restaurant was too salty and definitely could not be used. The Seafood Sauce, however, was surprisingly good. It was homemade rather than store-bought. Jiang Feng used his chopsticks to taste each sauce he had taken, then began mixing them together.

Liu Qian kept Jiang Feng's warning not to show his face firmly in mind, so her camera remained fixed on the small bowls of seasonings. The viewers could only see Jiang Feng's hand appear and disappear.

"Is he tasting the seasonings?"

"He looks pretty professional."

"Streamer, could you stop shaking your hands? It's making me dizzy!"

The viewers in the livestream became much more enthusiastic.

"Sorry, I'll try not to shake. Our club president is tasting the seasonings," Liu Qian answered the comments.

"Streamer, change your stream title. No one's going to watch with that name."

The livestream was currently called Club Gathering Daily Life.

After thinking about it, Liu Qian changed the title to Making Spicy Stir-fried Rice Cakes at an All-You-Can-Eat Korean BBQ Restaurant.

Jiang Feng had already finished mixing the spicy sauce and taken out the rice cakes. He began stir-frying the cabbage.

After brushing a layer of oil onto the paper, Jiang Feng used his chopsticks to push half the spicy sauce onto it. He dumped the torn cabbage on top and poured a ladleful of broth over it.

With a sharp "swoosh," a huge cloud of white smoke rose up, then quickly vanished. Jiang Feng rapidly stirred the cabbage with his chopsticks, coating it in spicy sauce.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the white smoke.

"What's Brother Feng doing?" A club member sitting farther away craned his neck to look toward 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 servers came over to watch. Working at an all-you-can-eat barbecue restaurant, they had seen plenty of strange tricks over the years. Some of the more experienced servers were already used to it. After taking two looks, one told a newcomer, "It's not on fire. Ignore it."

"I think it smells pretty good," the newcomer said, trying hard to sniff the air.

Because Liu Qian's stream title was so unusual, some netizens clicked in. When they saw Jiang Feng stir-frying cabbage on grill paper, several comments of "666" appeared as well.

Some people who had tried doing this before also came in to pour cold water on the idea.

"I tried this at an all-you-can-eat barbecue place before. It ended up burning and sticking to the paper. You couldn't stir it with chopsticks at all. It's useless, and it doesn't taste good either."

That comment was quickly proven wrong. Not only could Jiang Feng stir it, he did so with complete ease.

Even though smoke filled the livestream screen, the cabbage coated in spicy sauce on the grill paper still looked mouthwatering.

"That cabbage looks so delicious."

"Yeah, it's making me want spicy cabbage."

"The streamer's pretty good! Those cooking skills are amazing!"

Those who had just entered assumed that Jiang Feng, the one cooking, was the streamer.

Liu Qian did not answer most comments. She could not answer questions such as how he had mixed the sauce or why it was not sticking to the paper, because she did not know either. But someone had actually mistaken Jiang Feng for the streamer, so she had to explain.

"The one cooking is the president of my club. Today is our club gathering."

"The president is impressive. The Culinary Club even has a male president." A comment flashed by.

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

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The cabbage on the grill paper was almost done.

Jiang Feng added the boiled rice cakes and the remaining half of the spicy sauce, scooped in a spoonful of vinegar, then sprinkled on a little sugar.

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

The aroma alone was incredibly enticing.

Even the experienced servers who had walked away earlier were drawn back by the scent.

"Careful, it's hot," Jiang Feng reminded them.

Liu Qian could no longer be bothered with the livestream. She was the closest, and she had endured the smell for as long as it had been there. If she had not been holding her phone, she would have started eating while the cabbage was nearly done.

She set her phone on the table and eagerly picked up a chopstickful of rice cakes.

"This is so good!" Liu Qian exclaimed while blowing on them.

The livestream, which had been flooded with "666," became a black screen when Liu Qian casually put her phone down.

After a long while, a single comment slowly drifted across the screen.

"Streamer, I only have one thing to say to you: mmp! Unfollowed!!"

I meant to post an author's note last chapter, but forgot again. I rushed to write this chapter entirely for the author's note. I'm seriously exhausted.

When I opened the dashboard today, my expression was 〣(Δ)〣. My bookmarks had more than doubled, and my recommendation votes had jumped by a lot too. I was even a little confused about what had happened. Thank you all for your support!!!