Chapter 12 Live 3
The next step is to pour rice, eggs and other ingredients into it. This dish is too homely, and Xiangyi's cooking is also plain. There is no flipping the spoon or anything, but somehow it makes people...
Look hungry.
Now that the live broadcasting industry in Huaguo is well developed, there are even many chefs and famous chefs stationed in the food channel. The dishes they cook are high-end and exquisite. Skills such as knife skills, heat, and seasoning can make people brush 666 from the beginning to the end.
But after all, something was missing.
Many netizens in front of the screen couldn't help but salivate.
——【Holy shit, this meal makes me so hungry! 】
——【Ah, it must be delicious! It's full of my favorite food! 】
——【Wuwu, our pretty sister cooks so well! 】
…
Anan was always paying attention to the comments, and was enjoying himself, but he didn't expect that the large army of black fans would arrive late.
——【It’s just fried rice, everyone is bragging about it】
——[Beauty and filters have been turned up to level ten, how can the kitchen in reality be so clean]
——[The hot maggot started jumping again! Eighteenth line, please respect yourself, OK? When we are movie kings, you can't afford to climb high]
——[Tell everyone how to boycott Vase Jing, report all her endorsements and brand promotions, don't ask why, the garbage endorsements are naturally garbage products, let her pay for breach of contract and lose everything! 】
…
Anan's face became more and more ugly.
He wasn't that kind of capable agent, and he couldn't get any top resources, but every brand and promotional advertisement he received for Xiangyi was carefully selected, and the quality, reputation, and cost performance were all guaranteed.
Seeing his artists being so hacked, he wished he could hug the keyboard and spar with them for three days and three nights.
When the anger reached its peak, a voice as gentle and clear as mountain spring water came: "Wash your hands and eat."
it is done? So fast?
Anan froze for a moment, and looked at her.
The girl was serving rice, and the shovel made of logs made her slender and beautiful fingers as white as milk. The rice is fluffy and golden, red shrimp, green beans, orange carrots... bright warm colors, mixed with the aroma of rice, a dish that is nothing more than a homely dish, but has an incomparable impact.
"Gudong..." Anan swallowed.
"You eat first, and I'll make seaweed soup." After Xiangyi finished speaking, she continued to work.
Anan wanted to wait for her to eat together, but his stomach kept growling inexplicably. He comforted himself, it wasn't that I was greedy, it was this bowl of rice that seduced me first!
He leaned his phone against the shelf next to him, just in time to take a picture of him and Xiangyi.
Anan didn't pay much attention, and started eating in the kitchen with the rice in hand.
The moment the rice enters the mouth——
Netizens in front of the screen noticed that the screen...is still?
Hey, is it a network card?
They tap the screen and find that everything is normal.
It took more than ten seconds for Anan, who remained still, to return to normal, and his voice was tinged with tears: "Fuck! What kind of delicacy is this!"
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Ten years old: Today's fried rice with eggs... I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry at all.