CHAPTER 178: CHAPTER 62 FISH PUREE CAKE (PART 2)

Fresh pinkish fish slices with slight blood streaks are finely blended with a certain proportion of water in the blender, slowly turning into white fish paste mixed with milky foam.

A big grass carp made into fish paste, weighing at least two pounds, makes Du Xixi smile with satisfaction. She pours it onto a piece of gauze over a large bowl, gathers it together, and kneads it slowly. The fish paste gradually seeps through the tiny holes of the gauze, falling gently into the bowl beneath.

The milky foam within the fish paste has disappeared. Du Xixi filters the pure and delicate fish paste through the gauze repeatedly. Both fish bones and sinews have thoroughly integrated with the fish paste during the vigorous blending and continuous filtering.

"Wow!" Miao Miao can’t help but swallow a little; her feet remain obediently in place, but her upper body leans slightly forward, looking at the fish paste, eagerly anticipating the delicacies they will become.

"Madam, madam! You’re amazing!" 2569’s admiring tone makes Du Xixi a little embarrassed. She covers her mouth, coughs slightly, and ignores the burning at her eartips, explaining, "It’s not really me being amazing; it’s thanks to the powerful blender."

If it weren’t for the blender breaking down the fish paste so finely, Du Xixi wouldn’t have been able to filter it back and forth with the gauze. So she can’t accept 2569’s praise with a clear conscience.

waves its hand, just about to find another reason to compliment Du Xixi, when it sees her pick up a bag of flour, pour a controlled amount into the slightly runny fish paste, and quickly steps back a few steps, fearing the flour will be blown onto it by an unexpected gust of wind.

On several previous occasions, whenever 2569 used flour or other powders to make food with Du Xixi, it would inevitably end up with flour on its body or mysteriously "sneaking" into one of its electronic joints, causing it to start getting stuck.

Of course, this isn’t the most important reason; it’s primarily that, as a robot with a fluffy exterior and specially customized artificial fur, any powder sticking to it would be difficult to clean up with just a brush-off.

But to prevent water from getting inside the robot, even when using water for cleaning, 2569 uses minimal amounts. So, when coated with excessive powders, it easily forms ’mud’ during cleaning—powder mixed with a small amount of water becomes "powder paste."

Du Xixi focuses intently on the fish paste and flour in the bowl. Seeing the flour is added to the suitable small amount, she sets the flour bag aside, picks up the whisk, and begins stirring in "three clockwise, three anti-clockwise" motions.

There’s actually no strict rule on how to stir; you just have to ensure the flour and fish paste can mix thoroughly. Whether you stir in "one clockwise, ten anti-clockwise" or any other variation doesn’t matter.

The fish paste mixed with flour has lost its previously thin consistency, gaining a richer, thicker texture. Du Xixi casually scoops some with the whisk, watching the fish paste rise and then slowly fall back, realizing her long-awaited fish cakes can now start frying.

Pouring cooking oil into an electric pot, Du Xixi takes a large round ladle. When the oil in the pot reaches about sixty to seventy percent hot, a ladleful of fish paste is poured in and lightly pressed, transforming into a round fish cake amid the sizzling sound.

The fish cake made by Du Xixi already had some egg whites, rice wine, and salt mixed in during the stirring, so there’s no need for extra seasoning during frying. Moreover, with one big cake per pot, the kitchen soon fills with the fragrant aroma of fish.

As soon as the aroma started wafting, Miao Miao began stepping back. She remembers Du Xixi’s words, knowing that when the fish cakes are out, she can indulge freely, so she doesn’t plan to sneak forward to steal anything now.

The aroma grows stronger and stronger; Miao Miao feels her cat ears and tail are about to start swaying uncontrollably. Understanding that her salivation is about to overflow, she thinks perhaps she should slip outside the kitchen for a breath of fresh air.

Faced with a choice between the fishy aroma filling the air and fresh air, Miao Miao decisively chooses the latter!

Clenching her teeth, Miao Miao turns and walks to the kitchen door. With her hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it and open the door, Du Xixi’s voice reaches her ears: "Miao Miao, where are you going? Are you hungry? Come and have a taste!"