Duck meat is quite firm, so stir-frying alone isnât enough to give beer duck that melt-in-your-mouth tenderness. A pressure cooker not only tenderizes the meat until it falls apart, but also helps it absorb the full essence of the beer and spices.
The wait felt long. The rice was already cooked, so Jiang Qiuqiu started on the side dishes as usual. Sheâd been making cabbage recently, so today she decided on a simple cold and dressed shredded potato dish.
She had the assistant robot and the butler shred some high-quality potatoes with a tool. Then, she boiled some water... This part wasnât difficult at all, and Jiang Qiuqiu handled it with practiced ease.
While waiting for the food to be ready, Jujuâs fans were quiet.
However, even though they werenât posting, the public chat screen was still flooded with a continuous tide of comments.
The rival stream was probably reaching its peak.
And indeed it was. Xiong Xin had been streaming for nearly half an hour, piloting a Mecha with his spiritual power and battling through a simulated Insect Nest. Countless people were cheering him on.
As his supporters grew and the comments became more positive, mentions of Jiang Qiuqiu in the chat began to disappear. Xiong Xin breathed a small sigh of relief. âLooks like I can hold on to first place after all.â
Many others in his stream thought the same.
A group of Xiong Xinâs childhood friends were also gathered around, watching the stream.
They werenât his fans in the truest sense, but they always cast their PK votes for him.
"Jeez, and he was panicking about *this* opponent before."
"This food broadcaster has some serious backing. I heard even the heir of the Dais Family is one of her fans." A girl shook her head. "Why does she seem so weak?"
"She seems pretty ordinary... The food smells nice, sure, but does she really think she can beat Xiong Xin with just that? Thatâs a tall order."
"The heir of the Dais family isnât necessarily a real fan, you know," a young woman who knew Mei Lin chimed in. "He and Emily are like oil and water. He probably saw that Emily was supporting Xiong Xin, so he decided to back this Jiang Broadcaster out of spite."
Everyone felt a little let down. They had gathered to watch what they thought would be a fierce battle, but it turned out to be completely one-sided.
"Still, Xiong Xin is performing exceptionally well under pressure..."
"Yeah, an A-level Insect Nest... When will we ever be at that level?"
The group sighed in admiration.
It wasnât just Xiong Xinâs friends; neutral observers were also analyzing the likely outcome.
"Lucy, youâre watching the stream, right? Whoâs winning this time? The Mecha guy or the cooking girl?"
"The results arenât out yet, but itâs probably going to be the Mecha pilot."
After all, the viewer count in Xiong Xinâs stream was still climbing.
More than half the time was gone, and everyone felt the outcome was set in stone. But no one expected that things were about to change.
In Jiang Qiuqiuâs stream, the shredded potatoes and rice were ready, and the pressure cooker began to hum.
This wasnât the first time Jiang Qiuqiu had used a pressure cooker on stream, so fans quickly popped up, telling Jiang Jiujiu to release the steam.
[Hurry, hurry! Once you release the steam, we can eat, right!]
"Nope, nope. Weâre not releasing the steam today."
Jiang Qiuqiu gave a sly smile and placed the large pressure cooker in the sink. "Weâll keep the lid on tight and just run the pot under some cold water."
By not releasing the steam, the aroma of the beer and duck was sealed tightly inside the pressure cooker.
As the cold water cooled the pot, Jiang Qiuqiu plated twenty servings of rice. When enough time had passed, she checked the pressure cooker. The pressure was gone. She smoothly lifted the lid.
And so, the aroma, which had been imprisoned for over twenty minutes, erupted from the pot.