Sang Wan, a once-in-ten-thousand-years genius mechanist (puppeteer) from the cultivation world, unexpectedly transmigrated into a book. After looking around, she was completely bewildered.
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It can be seen that the program crew really put a lot of thought into preparing lunch.
The table of the first-place group Sang Wan was filled with Chinese and Western food, including spicy crayfish, stir-fried beef, sweet and sour pork, garlic scallops, butter-fried steak, tomato pasta, and more.
Sang Wan looked at them one by one. She had never eaten this one before, and she had never eaten that one before. She wanted to eat them all!
She pushed Xiao Xiuran towards the seat, then turned back and said to Yu Yan behind her with a smile, "Little Senior Brother, hurry up and catch up!"
Sang Wan didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the name he just said, he just blurted it out.
But when Yu Yan heard this familiar name, his eyebrows relaxed like a melting glacier.
He quickened his pace and followed Sang Wan's back lovingly.
"Yeah, here I come."
Xiao Xiuran also obviously heard Sang Wan calling Yu Yan "little senior brother".
Suddenly, everything from Sang Wan's reaction after Yu Yan appeared to her current behavior was explained.
No wonder Sang Wan was stunned when she saw Yu Yan.
He knew about Sang Wan's affairs in the world of immortal cultivation, and naturally understood the relationship between Yu Yan and Sang Wan. The cloud of doubt lingering in his heart dissipated.
But why did Yu Yan also come to this world from the world of immortal cultivation? Would Sang Wan's other two brothers, or even his master, also come here in the future? Why did the two worlds overlap?
The dispelling of a cloud of doubt has brought about an even bigger mystery.
And there was another thing that Xiao Xiuran had to pay attention to. Yu Yan seemed to know him, and his attitude towards him seemed to be more indifferent than towards others.
But now was not the time for him to think about these things.
The table of the second-place Jiang Tian group was filled with noodles with soybean paste, fried rice cakes, and sweet and sour pork. It was a carnival of carbohydrates.
This made the three people who wanted to maintain their figure shake their heads.
By the time Qin Yurou's group, who were in third place, arrived, the variety of options was gradually decreasing. Their table only had two fat-reducing meals: boiled broccoli, chicken breast, and buckwheat noodles.
"Your dishes are actually very good." Yu Xiaoyu said to Qin Yurou with some envy.
Although she wanted to eat the carbohydrate feast on the table, she could see her assistant not far away making crazy gestures at her and mouthing to her not to eat.
But if you only eat a small bite, it should be... okay.
"You can eat mine."
Qin Yurou knew what Yu Xiaoyu was worried about, and generously shared half of the fat-reducing meal with her.
This tasteless fat-reducing meal is better off not eating.
Director Zhao covered the meal of the last member, Feng Sisi's group, with a lid in a mysterious way.
Jian Fan had already given up hope for fans from his group, so he said nonchalantly, "There are steamed buns and pickles in there, right? I'm a variety show fan with a script in hand."
Jian Fan boasted that he had watched most variety shows and was familiar with the routines in them, but he was just unlucky and fell into the trap again and again.
In most variety shows, isn’t the punishment for the last-place winner always steamed buns and pickles, or instant noodles and sausages?
The steamed buns are also delicious, with a milky flavor, he loves them!
But Director Zhao snorted disdainfully.
You little brat, who are you looking down on?
Director Zhao, are you the kind of director who likes to do the same thing as others?
Director Zhao slowly opened the lid. "Damn, damn, damn! You didn't expect that, did you? I predicted your prediction."
There are quite a lot of varieties inside, but they are all kinds of raw and marinated seafood.
There are raw marinated crabs, mantis shrimp and razor clams.
"They are all made by famous chefs. They are very expensive. I believe Teacher Jian will not waste them." Director Zhao reminded warmly.
But raw pickles are like honey to one person but poison to another.
As someone who had never eaten raw seafood, Jian Fan felt a headache looking at this pile of raw and marinated seafood.
"This is raw... can you really eat it?"
Director Zhao, as expected, you haven't become a human being today.
Please give me steamed bun TT.
[Jian Fan looked a lot like me when I first ate raw pickled vegetables.]
I have to recommend this marinated seafood dish to everyone. It's sour and spicy, but if it's cooked well, there's no fishy smell. It couldn't be more delicious!
[I'm already frowning in front of the screen. I really don't dare to try it. It's scary just looking at it.]
[Don’t eat too much raw pickled vegetables at one time ~ A reminder from people living by the sea for diarrhea]
Sang Wan, who was enjoying Xiao Xiuran's service of peeling crayfish, saw the raw and marinated seafood on Jian Fan and Feng Sisi's table and looked over with great curiosity.
"I kind of want to try it." Sang Wan pointed at the raw marinated crabs and turned to Xiao Xiuran who was peeling shrimp for her.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiuran looked up and put a freshly peeled crayfish into Sang Wan's plate.
"Got it. I'll make it for you myself when I get home. You can't trust someone else's work the same way you do it yourself."
Sang Wan swung his legs on the stool, picked up three crayfish with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth with a satisfied expression.
But Jian Fan and Feng Sisi were not as harmonious as Sang Wan.
"I don't want to eat! My stomach hurts just looking at it." Feng Sisi sat on the chair angrily.
Jian Fan picked up the chopsticks and picked up a raw marinated mantis shrimp with trembling hands.
He kept encouraging himself.
If others can eat it, he can eat it too, and it won’t kill anyone!
Come on, Jian Fan, you are the best.
He stuffed the raw marinated mantis shrimp into his mouth.
"yue——vomit——"
Jian Fan felt sick after eating it.
"Wait, Qiaodou Masai!" He endured the discomfort and savored it carefully again, "It's okay, it's really okay!"
Director Zhao, you are sincere and don’t lie to me.
He picked up another clam and put it in his mouth and chewed it.
"Hey, it smells really good."