So Lu Xiaoyao praised him even more enthusiastically, until the live stream chat gradually fell silent.

Is anyone still here?

Yes, I just came back after throwing up.

Good heavens, my neighbor's son has already dug a tunnel and escaped.

[The way my son praises me is truly unbearable; it gave me goosebumps so bad I could fry a whole pot of popcorn chicken!]

[Hey, stop being disgusting! I'm eating popcorn chicken!] (Biquge)

[My daughter's older brother really overestimated her. He asked her to say something nice to get closer to the NPCs, and the result... ah, that's it?]

...

Seeing this bright sunshine, I finally understood what Lu Xiaoyao meant by doing this.

However, she remembered the chef's dark face and words earlier. Seeing that the chef seemed to be moved by Lu Xiaoyao's flattery, she thought that if Lu Xiaoyao couldn't do anything good later, the little bit of goodwill she had gained could turn into negative infinity.

Just as Mingmei had expected, as another stench wafted outside, Mingmei skillfully clipped the clip to her nose again and looked at the live stream.

The chef's face darkened once again, while Lu Xiaoyao, who had been vomiting from the stench of the food she had made, was now lying by the pool, looking as if her soul had left her body.

"Uh! Yue!"

The moment she opened her mouth, the live stream showed a rainbow effect on her lips.

Thanks for blurring the images during the live stream!

Bright and melancholic, she thought: This time, the God of Cookery really wants to kill them, doesn't he?

The kind of thing where no one's opinion matters.