The dough was ready.
Four colors of dough sat on the counter: black, white, green, red.
The camera zoomed in for a close-up, eliciting a chorus of admiring gasps.
No kneading necessary; the four balls of dough were smooth and delicate, reflecting the incandescent lights above the arena slightly.
Zhu Qing, smiling radiantly, covered them with four damp cloths.
This was an essential step in the waiting for fermentation.
Giving an OK gesture, Zhu Qing said to Xia Yu, "Wait for the seafood filling to stew, and the dough will have finished fermenting fully!"
"Sure!"
Xia Yu turned away and drew a gleaming Breaking Army Saber from its sheath.
"Let's get started!"
Zhu Qing washed her hands carefully and dried them with a brand-new towel. The audience watched her step up to a wooden box, twist the cabinet lock open with a click, and swing the doors wide to reveal the contents to the camera, appearing on the live broadcast screen.
"Wow!"
