All Stars are My Gourmet Fans

Chapter 78: 078 Open the special session of Sliced Pork

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Now that it's all said and done, how can Jiang Qiuqiu refuse.

She picked up the helmet in the box, and found that there was a button under the box, and there was a piece of paper next to it—

"You have decided to accept the gift, just press this button, and I will know what you mean, and I will be able to prepare for the next visit without psychological pressure."

Really thoughtful, Jiang Qiuqiu pressed the red button.

There was a burst of singing of "I received it~" and "I received it".

This situation and this scene are really extremely sand sculptures.

What Mo Chengyu does is almost completely separated from her personal image.

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In the afternoon, the small courtyard was silent, and Jiang Qiuqiu started preparing the ingredients for the boiled pork slices in advance.

The best tenderloin and cornstarch, the chili sauce that was ground before, and the most suitable vegetable cp and bean sprouts for boiled pork slices.

The bean sprouts of this era are a bit long, not from beans, but from the soil. They taste similar to bean sprouts, and they grow like leeks.

At 7:30 p.m., like last time, Mingmei went online in advance to confirm the broadcast time with Jiang Qiuqiu.

"The recommendation effect of the previous wave of homepages was very good. This time, another homepage has been approved, and the location may be better than last time."

It can be said that it is one of the most high-end recommendations that non-head anchors can get.

The importance of this recommendation to Jiang Qiuqiu is beyond doubt.

"What spicy dishes did you prepare today?" Mingmei asked routinely.

Jiang Qiuqiu said: "Today is boiled Gugu pork slices."

"Poached?" is another new culinary term. Compared with the previous braised, this boiled is more straightforward. Can something just boiled be delicious? If it was another anchor, Mingmei would definitely have to ask a few more questions, but she was full of confidence in Jiang Qiuqiu.

"Miss Mingmei, don't worry, poaching is not simply boiling with water. The taste of this dish is richer than the previous Xuewang."

"I believe you, so many live broadcasts, you have never lost the chain."

"I also believe in myself." In those years, thousands of times, I picked up a kitchen knife and a spatula. The kitchen is almost another place of her life.

The editor and anchor are very confident. Since they are full of confidence, there is no need to say words of relief.

Under the fighting spirit, Mingmei wished Jiang Qiuqiu: "As the old saying goes, if you make a great progress, you will make further progress. I hope you can also make further progress tonight."

"I will."

Food speaks the most moving words.

To lure passers-by who come and go, to offer their hearts willingly.

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Evening Star is a student at Federation University. She studied at the Federal School of Economics and determined to become an excellent economist all her life. In the future, she will stir up troubles in the field of imperial economy and become the next rich man chosen by fate.

There is an interesting legend in this college. If your girlfriend tells you that one day I got an excellent grade in the monthly exam of the School of Economics, I will break up with you. Then this is undoubtedly the most affectionate and lasting promise.

Because of the monthly exam of the Federal School of Economics, only perverts can get excellent.

Coincidentally, Wan Xing is the only outstanding pervert in this year's School of Economics.

Tomorrow is the time to organize the monthly exam. The students in the library who were waiting to inspire themselves with the light of the God of Learning found that the study seat dedicated to the God of Learning was actually empty today.

Is she too sick to get up

At the same time, the dormitory of the School of Economics.

As the most wealthy college in the entire Federation, the dormitory of the School of Economics is a two-person room.

At this moment, the two people in the dormitory were holding their own terminals, their eyes burning.