Chapter 78: Boiled Pork Slices Special
Now that things have come to this, how could Jiang Qiuqiu refuse?
She picked up the helmet from the box and found a button at the bottom of the box with a piece of paper next to it.
"Since you've decided to accept the gift, just press this button and I'll know what you mean. Then you can prepare for your next visit without any psychological pressure."
Jiang Qiuqiu was very thoughtful and pressed the red button.
A burst of singing of "I got it~" and "I got it" rang out.
This situation is really ridiculous.
What Mo Chengyu did was almost completely disconnected from her personal image.
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In the afternoon, the courtyard was quiet, and Jiang Qiuqiu started preparing the ingredients for boiled pork slices in advance.
The best pork tenderloin and cornstarch, previously ground chili sauce, and the most perfect vegetable CP for boiled pork slices, bean sprouts.
The bean sprouts of this era are a little longer, but they are not from beans. They grow from the soil. They taste similar to bean sprouts and look about the same as leeks.
At 7:30 in the evening, Mingmei, like last time, went online in advance to confirm the broadcast time with Jiang Qiuqiu.
"The last wave of recommendations on the homepage was very good. This time, they approved another homepage, and the position may be even better than last time."
It can be said that this is one of the highest recommendations that a non-head anchor can get.
The importance of this recommendation to Jiang Qiuqiu is unquestionable.
"What spicy dishes have you prepared today?" Mingmei asked as usual.
Jiang Qiuqiu said, "Today we have sweet and sour pork slices."
"Boiled?" Another new cooking term, this one more straightforward than the previous "braised." Can something boiled in water taste good? If it were any other anchor, Mingmei would have definitely asked a few more questions, but with Jiang Qiuqiu, she was completely confident.
"Don't worry, Sister Mingmei. Boiling is not just about boiling water. This dish tastes richer than the previous blood curd."
"I believe you. You've never failed to deliver in all these live broadcasts."
"I believe in myself, too." Over the years, she'd picked up a kitchen knife and a spatula countless times. The kitchen was practically her second life.
The editor and the anchor were both very confident, and since they were so confident, there was no need to say any words of comfort.
With fighting spirit, Mingmei wished Jiang Qiuqiu: "As the old saying goes, if you reach the top of a hundred-foot pole, you will take another step forward. I hope you can take another step forward tonight."
"I will."
Food speaks the most touching words.
Lure passers-by to willingly offer their hearts to them.
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Wanxing is a student at the Federal University. She studies at the Federal School of Economics and has a lifelong ambition to become an outstanding economist, to make a difference in the imperial economy, and to become the next wealthy person chosen by fate.
There's an interesting legend circulating in this college: if your girlfriend tells you, "If I get an A in the monthly exam at the School of Economics, I'll break up with you," then this is undoubtedly the most affectionate and lasting promise.
Because only a pervert can get an excellent grade in the monthly exam of the Federal School of Economics.
What a coincidence, Wanxing is the only outstanding pervert in this year's School of Economics.
Tomorrow is the time for the monthly exam. The students in the library who are waiting to bask in the academic god's glory to inspire themselves have discovered that the study seat reserved for the academic god is empty today.
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Is she too sick to get up?
At the same time, the dormitory of the School of Economics.
As the wealthiest college in the federation, the dormitories at the School of Economics are double rooms.
At this moment, both people in the dormitory were holding their own terminals, their eyes burning.
(End of this chapter)
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