Jiang Qiuqiu clasped the bowl very quickly.
She finished the 20 bowls of preserved vegetables and braised pork in less than five minutes, and the remaining small bowl was filled with half a bowl of chopped green onions.
Originally some monotonous colors were mixed with some green and some white, and the appearance has improved a lot, but now no one cares about the appearance.
Countless people suddenly spoke up, asking Jiang Qiuqiu to scan quickly!
#In the future, simply do it ahead of time! How about light scanning, scanning, scanning and broadcasting during the live broadcast? #
#what! I fantasized about it, although it sounds boring, but it must taste delicious - delicious! #
#Don't dream, just grab it now! #
"of course can."
Every time the competition starts, it is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. There are many places, but there is not much time left.
Even the nearly 100 million quota was evaporated within a few breaths.
Today's live broadcast was very successful.
After Jiang Qiuqiu wished everyone a happy meal, he said, "I have something to do tonight, so I will download it first. You can eat slowly."
"Thank you for watching my live broadcast, see you next Monday."
Undoubtedly, Mo Si, who was separated by two walls, also snatched this fragrant but not greasy pickled pork with preserved vegetables.
He put that data on the table. In the interstellar era, technology is developing at a high speed in an all-round way. The live rubbing and printing of things through media delivery is already very real. In addition to the spiritual power of the terminal link, everyone can feel it very well. The delicious taste brought by data food.
The stronger the mental power, the stronger the perception of delicious food.
Just like Mosi, when eating this kind of food, I feel my heart tremble.
The meat is very small, you can pick it up with chopsticks, you don't need to use force, the meat will sag slightly, as if it is about to split inside.
Moses took a bite.
The fragrance, just the right amount of soft waxy, and still warm, directly hit people's hearts.
Because it was fat and thin pork belly, Jiang Qiuqiu was afraid that everyone would get tired of eating only vegetables, so each meal came with a serving of white rice.
One bite of meat and one bite of rice, the meat quickly bottomed out.
Pandas don't like to eat strange plum vegetables, but there is still rice left, and there are also plum vegetables left. Mosi doesn't like to waste, so after thinking about it, he poured the rice into the plum vegetables.
He thought it would taste weird, and—
Mosi was lying on the big bed. He didn't cover himself with a quilt in the winter, but just wrapped up his cloak and hung his hat on his ears. He couldn't help thinking.
The data is so happy to eat, it is so overwhelming.
What kind of mood should I have when I really eat the real food.
Also, why the bibimbap just now has such a strange and rich taste.
The multi-layered palate lingers in fantasy, and then there's that nasty knock.
"Big brother!"
"Are you there? Did you sleep? Did you sleep so early? No way?"
"..."
"What's wrong? Mental discomfort?"
"No!" Mo Chengyu patted the door, "It's the kitchen god girl next door who came to deliver food to us! Would you like to come out and eat together?"
"No."
"..."
Mo idiom:? ?
"Brother, I told you to open the window in the room in the afternoon, did you open it?"
"No."
"You are so bad, why don't you open it! Come out and eat it, I guarantee you will be overwhelmed by the taste as soon as you go downstairs, Zuo Kai and I both love it! You will fall in love with it as soon as you come!"
"I am full."
"???"
never mind.
If you don't eat it, you don't eat it. If it wasn't because he was her dear big brother, would she call him that
The bad guy is out! Mo Cheng went downstairs angrily.
Next time he wants to eat, he won't be allowed to eat.