The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 406 - 405 Pickled Flavor

"Do you want to hear a story?"

"Yes."

Before the comment section could react, Fu Yunhe was the first to agree.

"Huh? That ’yes’ sounded a bit tender," one commented.

"Really? Isn’t it just a sign of being scared?"

"Can’t tell, I feel like Mr. Xiao He has never said no to Boss."

"I think it’s because he doesn’t dare. Whenever Boss speaks, I feel like agreeing to anything."

"Exactly! Boss really has that kind of charm."

"Storytime, storytime!"

Nian Shutong simply gave Fu Yunhe a sideways glance that said, "Behave," and the story had already begun.

"Legend has it that the original Pot Lid was also called ’Duhn Bing.’ It was thick and heavy, with a diameter of half a meter, but it was easy to store. Soldiers in the midst of war would pierce a hole in it and wear it around their necks."

"When hungry, they could nibble on it without interrupting their work."

"However, during battle, the Pot Lid unexpectedly provided protection against the enemy’s arrows, and it thus played a defensive role, which is why it was later called ’Pot Lid.’"

"It signifies armor forged by a pot."

"What a fun story."

"Am I the only one wondering if the biscuit would break your teeth?"

"I guess soldiers have robust teeth."

"Quite amusing."

"I didn’t expect to learn while eating."

"There’s another legend."

Nian Shutong held a large pair of tongs in her hand, reaching into the big oven with her wrist and tearing off the nearly done Pot Lid from the edge with the tongs.

"Remember not to use your hands, of course, unless your special skill is Iron Sand Palm—in which case, ignore me."

"Ha Ha Ha Ha! Boss is joking with a straight face again."

"Iron Sand Palm? I’m imagining a pair of shiny black palms."

"If Boss hadn’t reminded me, I definitely would have used my hands."

"Right, your reminder is spot-on, Boss!"

"Like urging everyone not to seek death, but if you really want to, there’s no helping it."

"The comment above killed me? Perfect explanation."

At this time, Nian Shutong had a pair of tongs in one hand, with a thin Pot Lid clutched in them, flipping it continuously at the mouth of the flame oven, giving it a quick toast.

"Another story is that a group of craftsmen, often being too busy to eat, would toss dough into the helmets they were wearing and then throw these helmets into the fire to bake. When it was roughly done, they would take it out, and that would be the Pot Lid."

After finishing, Nian Shutong placed the Pot Lid on the table below the camera.

"You can take a look at this Pot Lid."

"After baking, the exterior is crispy, while the inside has the aroma of the filling."

"Leave it for about a minute, and it will reach its best texture."

Having finished speaking, Nian Shutong stepped back a few paces, returning the floor to Fu Yunhe.

She then went to take out the baked Pot Lids, one by one.

Fu Yunhe picked up a bowl of sauce, which appeared to be bright red, probably chili.

"The Pot Lid should taste good on its own."

"I haven’t tried it either, so I’ll give it a taste live for everyone."

Fu Yunhe broke off a small piece of the Pot Lid, and with just a light touch of his fingers, it crumbled into several pieces.

It was that crispy.

The "crunch, crunch" of chewing rose, unsettling the people in the comment section.

"Actually, I could try some too, right?"

"Yeah, don’t overexert yourself next time, Boss."

"You must take care of yourself and give us a chance to work."

"Stop! Boss, don’t move!"

"What? Didn’t you agree to just try it? Why are you still eating!"

"Boss, shut your mouth!"

"I think a little bite won’t let me grasp the essence of the flavor, and I won’t be able to truly share it with everyone."

As Fu Yunhe spoke, the "crunch, crunch" continued, and a crowd of people left excited ’tears,’ although for some, the tears uncontrollably flowed from their mouths instead.

Whether it was the comment section or the small team watching opposite, everyone was a little tortured.

The unique aroma of the meat filling, after being baked, lingered for a long time, with a fragrant scent spreading in all directions.

"Is he trying to make us drool?"

"Not necessarily, maybe Mr. Xiao He is the one who’s craving it."

"So you’re saying that making us drool is just incidental."

"I want to eat it."

Fu Yunhe finally stopped his movements and, like a food critic, began to share the flavors with everyone.

"Crispy, especially crispy. Each bite of the crisp pieces is infused with the savory taste of meat, a very unique texture, delicious."

"Okay, I’ll start the virtual tasting for everyone."

"This Pot Lid bread is eaten plain, without anything on it, and it’s very nice."

"For those who like it spicy, you can brush on your own chili sauce."

Fu Yunhe began the virtual tasting, with Nian Shutong continuing to take Pot Lid bread out from behind him.

"Boss seems to have taken out several more."

"Could it be that we’re in for a treat today?"

"So many to taste? Is that possible?"

"What is the Boss doing?"

After starting the virtual tasting, Fu Yunhe said to the screen, "You’re thinking too much, those are for the Boss to feed to others."

Just as Fu Yunhe finished speaking, Nian Shutong, holding several pieces of Pot Lid bread, walked out of the range of the live broadcast.

"No! My Pot Lid!"

"Sigh, another day of not getting any."

"This looks pretty easy, I might as well try making it myself."

"Boss, I need feeding too! I haven’t eaten in three days!"

"Just another day of envying the residents over there."

"Don’t be anxious, there’s still time."

"I can do another round for everyone, and who said we have only one type of filling?"

"What? Did I hear that right?"

"First time! The first time!"

"Really the first time, every time Mr. Xiao He just disappears."

"I was already waiting for the screen to go black, but happiness came so unexpectedly."

In the live broadcast, Fu Yunhe opened a box and began taking out the dough.

"This one is red bean filling; it’s lightly sweet."

"This one is beef filling, a different meat aroma."

"This one is Dried Vegetable."

Fu Yunhe paused and began to introduce Dried Vegetable to everyone.

"Dried Vegetable can be made from the leaves of several vegetables; we use mustard greens."

"You pick the mustard leaves, let them dry in a ventilated area for a few days until they turn yellow-green, then slice them, rub them with salt, squeeze out some water, and after that, put them in a ceramic pot and store them in a cool place for half a month."

"The taste of Dried Vegetable is quite distinctive. In the next live broadcast, we’ll also teach you how to make a delicious dish with pickled vegetables." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

As Fu Yunhe explained, several types of Pot Lid bread with different fillings were almost ready.

He opened the virtual tasting for everyone again, and after the tasting ended, it was about time to wrap up.

"I hope you all have a wonderful day, goodbye."

Stream ended.

After ending the broadcast, Fu Yunhe did not head toward Nian Shutong’s direction; instead, he went back to the stove where the Pot Lid bread was baked, took out a few more pieces, and carried them over with him.

"Who else wants one?"

As soon as Fu Yunhe asked, Ha Ha was the first to raise a hand.

"Ha Ha wants! The meaty one!"

"Rubble wants to collect the taste of the pickled veggies."

"I want the sweet one."

The last request was made by Lin Mu, who spoke for the first time and seemed a bit awkward.

Luckily, nobody gave her too much attention, and Fu Yunhe simply placed the Pot Lid bread on the table, letting everyone help themselves.

As for himself, with a Pot Lid bread in each hand, he stopped in front of Nian Shutong.

"Which one do you want?"

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