With a scoop of her little hands, a full spoonful of millet porridge filled the bowl. A few grains that didn't make it onto the porridge stuck to the slippery egg mixture and eventually returned to the bowl in long, stringy strands.
Hua Hua shoved a spoonful into his mouth, and the feeling of his cheeks being filled gave him a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.
Egg millet has a particularly strong egg flavor, and the delicate aroma of millet balances it out without making it overly fishy.
The texture is smooth and delicate, and each grain of millet is distinct, much like the tangy and crunchy passion fruit, but without the sourness. It is also much crisper to chew.
Based on the restaurants I've been to, the food here is a completely different experience compared to that prepared by five-star chefs.
The chefs prepare food for the beastmen without considering the birds' special habits. The food is often too oily, causing the beastmen to feel unwell for a long time after eating it, and they may even get sick.
The food that Lu Mingming made was completely different, and after Hua Hua finished eating it for the first time, her stomach felt only a refreshing sensation.
It's absolutely delicious!
Most importantly... Hua Hua could sense a subtle and gentle energy flowing from his mouth all the way to his internal organs and limbs, as if he were soaking in a mountain hot spring on a cold winter day.
This all-encompassing energy flowed along the meridians, gently soothing Hua Hua's tense nerves and bringing her back to an unprecedented state of peace.
This is…
Hua Hua had a feeling that if he didn't have this much energy, he might give Lu Mingming some points of favor so that she wouldn't lose face, but it wouldn't be high enough to make her stand out.
No, we can't expose ourselves so quickly; we haven't settled the score for being tricked into revealing information before.
He thought this in his heart, and his habitual vengeful words masked his true feelings, making it impossible for others to understand his inner thoughts.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. Lu Mingming's worries about the future were still tied to this scoring, and she believed her judgment was correct.
But things didn't go as planned.
Unlike Lu Mingming's audience who seemed to be enjoying a delicacy, Hua Hua gently put down her spoon, offered no specific evaluation, and continued to chew quietly and carefully.
The nine-tailed fox held its breath.
Seeing the little boy's posture, she could already picture the unfortunate outcome of Hua Hua giving him two points, sending Lu Mingming from heaven to hell.
Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel her heart race, wanting to quickly celebrate that no one could take away her spot anymore.
The viewers in Lu Mingming's live stream shared the same thought as Nine-Tailed Fox and all sighed in despair.
[Jasmine: Oh no, I have a bad feeling that something terrible is about to happen.]
[Mr. Zombie: Congratulations in advance to the streamer for not making it to the second round, what a disgrace!]
—Mr. Zombie is giving you a fireworks show as a gift.
[General Fat Tiger: Is it really that bad? As long as I play consistently, I can definitely win!]
Lu Mingming's fingernails dug unintentionally into her palm, and the sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears.
She wondered if she had made a mistake in her choice. Should she have trusted the cub in the first place?
Countless eyes watched as Hua Hua swallowed that mouthful of millet porridge.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting Hua Hua's score; whether Lu Mingming could advance to the second round rested entirely in Hua Hua's hands.
Focusing on the center of attention, Hua Hua lowered his head and meticulously wrote his final score on the scoring board with a black pen before handing the card to the host.
When the host saw the result, his eyes widened in disbelief.
He dragged out his words, whetting everyone's appetite.
"Let's see how many points the second anchor got."
The little Samoyed stretched its neck, its immense spiritual power sweeping over it as if trying to spy.
"one…"
The nine-tailed fox beamed with joy, ready to clap and send her off.
The haters in Lu Mingming's live stream started sending fireworks in celebration.
"Huh."
The host deliberately squinted his eyes and quickly denied it:
"No, no, no, the contestant crossed out that number. It's seven points! A perfect score! Congratulations, second anchor!"
The heavy burden on Lu Mingming's heart was finally lifted.
She turned her head, her smile as bright as a sunflower as she smiled at Lu Mingming, her prank now a testament to her success.
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