Chapter 10 Let’s have another 100 fried meatballs
After all ten tasting seats were taken, Terry was left with nothing in front of him, stunned.
He was just busy chatting with the people on the barrage, and was a second late! Those animals! Woo woo woo! They grabbed all the spots!
He is so stupid. Why did he share the treasure with others yesterday? He can’t get it if he shares it with others!
#Terry: Woohoo, I feel so bad! Twit, I didn't get one, why are there only ten spots? Can you give me a few more...#
#Yes, yes, can’t the anchor Jiujiu post a few more! #
A group of fans who only smelled the meat but didn't get to taste it started clamoring.
Some even posted: #啾啾主播, my grandpa is watching the live broadcast with me, he said he would die of greed if he couldn’t get the sample…#
#My dad also——#
#My mom also——#
#My great-grandmother too——#
The comments were quite funny, with all kinds of relatives showing up. Jiang Qiuqiu could tell that everyone was joking, but amidst the jokes, one could indeed hint at everyone's desire for the food she cooked.
Every chef longs to be recognized. In a different world, everyone's recognition of Jiang Qiuqiu's cooking skills gave her strength.
"Because I'm only a one-star anchor, I can only open ten tasting seats, and the data for each dish can only be recorded once." Her voice was soft and gentle, and when people heard it, the image of a little elf with round eyes and sparkling light appeared in front of their eyes.
Forget it, which macho man or woman is willing to force such a cute girl. Everyone posted in the barrage, forget it, come back tomorrow.
But just after he finished speaking, Jiang Qiuqiu, who had already finished making the fried meatballs, picked up the knife again and took out a large piece of meat from the incubator.
Terry saw it and immediately asked: #Is this a new dish? Do we still have a chance!? #
Jiang Qiuqiu's hands moved very quickly. "No, I also think that the ratio of choosing 10 out of over 2,000 is too low, but a one-star anchor can only open ten tasting tables for each dish." But she changed the subject and said, "So I decided to make more meatballs so that everyone can taste it."
As she spoke, she had already cut a small piece of Bibi beast meat into small strips.
Frying meatballs was not a difficult task for Jiang Qiuqiu, but her hands might feel a little sore from cutting too much minced meat. After cutting a large piece of meat, Jiang Qiuqiu shook her hands, sighed twice, and then took out a small spoon and a large square plate.
So, the audience gathered in Jiang Qiuqiu's live broadcast room saw the seemingly small girl in the holographic live broadcast, chopping meat with a knife. After the meat was minced, her little hands kept moving, and one QQ-like meatball after another fell on the white square plate.
Then they fried the meatballs for the second time. There was no detailed explanation, and no beautiful small plates were brought out. Jiang Qiuqiu piled out the only ten small bowls in the house. "There's not much Bibi meat left, so one plate won't hold twelve meatballs. I'll just put five in there. Let everyone have a taste."
After saying that, she opened the virtual tasting system and clicked 'Selected Cannot Select Again' when the seats were opened. She then swept the meatballs on the table one bowl at a time. "I've put the meatballs down. I hope everyone can spread the word about me after they've finished eating. I hope I can be promoted to a two-star anchor soon. Thank you all!"
No one expected Jiang Qiuqiu to be so soft and sweet. She really put up another hundred copies. Terry, who was waiting in front of the live broadcast, acted quickly and finally grabbed a spot in the second wave.
He chewed the delicious meatballs and typed #啾啾太好!# with other fans in the live broadcast room.
The screen was full of thanks, and Jiang Qiuqiu smiled.
After interacting with her fans for a few words, she felt a deep sense of fatigue enveloping her. She shook her head slightly and said, "Okay, today's live broadcast ends here. Tomorrow's menu: Braised Sweet and Sour Pork. See you tomorrow at 8 o'clock~"
After greeting the camera, Jiang Qiuqiu held onto the table and was a little unsteady on her feet.
After many years, I am opening a book here again, please support~~~~
(End of this chapter)
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