“It’s nothing,” Ling Miao shook her head.
"It's a shame you guys aren't doing mukbangs because you look so good eating."
"hey-hey"
Dilire touched her face shyly, "Actually, I've thought so for a long time."
As she spoke, she didn't forget to praise Ling Miao, "It's all because the host's food is so delicious."
Today's breakfast is wontons in chili oil.
She had never seen dumplings of this shape before. The host said they were shaped like ingots, but she didn't really understand. Anyway, she just wanted them to taste good.
There are dumplings in StarCraft.
The host said it was called "chaoshou" (抄手), and although she wasn't quite sure about the relationship between the two, it didn't stop it from being delicious.
You can tell the dough is handmade just by biting into it; it's springy and chewy.
It's not the stiff and bland kind that comes from machines.
The meat filling inside is tender and juicy. When you bite into it, the hot juice bursts out, making your tongue shrink back from the heat, but you don't want to spit it out.
Paired with a numbing and spicy red soup, it's simply a feast for the taste buds.
It was exciting, novel, and thrilling.
It also has a slightly sour taste.
She actually doesn't like sour foods.
However, the sourness in this bowl of red oil wontons perfectly balances the numbing and spicy flavors, making it irresistible.
A subtle sour aroma lingers on the tip of the tongue, refreshing and appetizing.
There were also a few small green vegetables in the bowl.
The fresh and crisp bok choy is delicious.
If this still doesn't taste good, she'll write the name backwards.
Dilire could already imagine the restaurant's future success; there would definitely be many people there.
Upon thinking this, she immediately became alert and looked nervously at Ling Miao.
"Host, does that mean I won't be able to eat your cooking anymore?"
Ling Miao was taken aback, then shook her head with a smile, "How could that be?"
"Why not?"
Delis wanted to refute.
The food the streamer makes is so delicious, her business will be booming, will she still be able to eat it?
After thinking for a moment, she spoke directly.
"How about the streamer consider becoming a private chef?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Dilire regretted them. If the anchor was willing to be a private chef, she wouldn't have chosen to open a restaurant.
But undeniably, she still harbored a sliver of hope.
What if?
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