Jiang Qiuqiu attracted everyone's attention with his own efforts.
The camera in her consultation room was simply the best in the audience.
People come and go, her back is straight, and under the camera, her voice is gentle, like an ordinary restaurant, but the expressions of the people who come in are decayed, and the eyes of the people who go out are completely different.
This is not something ordinary people can do.
Of course, what makes everyone feel the most unfathomable is that...
"How long has it been?"
Judging from the call-up video, I can see that it has been more than 20 minutes after a rough calculation!
A dean couldn't help asking: "Her movements haven't slowed down at all."
"You see, she's not just using talent, she releases healing power when she stands still and watches people eat?"
"Two or three people at a time, this... is still going on."
"Dean Zhu, is this really an A+-level spiritual healer?" He didn't believe it.
Dean Zhu hummed, "She is indeed an A+ level healer, and she is the most talented and most inclined student in our department."
"Is it biased toward food?"
"Well, a food-oriented group healer."
"..."
"too strong."
Jiang Qiuqiu, food for group healers...
Wait, the two of them were chatting, and the middle-aged dean on the far right suddenly interjected, "This is the popular and famous anchor in your school?"
Dean Zhu: "She was indeed an anchor before entering school."
"It's her."
"Why, Lao Xing, do you know her?"
"I know, my daughter likes to watch her live broadcast." Tian Tian murmured in his ear, "It seems like a growth-type genius who has both the spiritual healing department and the mech individual soldier department?"
"Growth type? Double cultivation!?"
This is a relatively unfamiliar vocabulary for everyone.
"Indeed."
Another stormy sea.
With so many names coming out, Dean Qiangwei, who refused to admit defeat before, completely stopped talking.
Such a title, such an age, such a level.
What a tyrannical back wave this is.
Out of curiosity, the biggest one in the center of the screen was always Jiang Qiuqiu's department live broadcast.
Qiuqiu stood in the simple kitchen. Although she had been cooking more mechanical and repetitive dishes, she was no less tired than usual cooking big dishes.
There was thin sweat on the forehead, and she couldn't help thinking that what the dean said was indeed true.
Cooking food with healing properties in your own kitchen is completely different from cooking food that can heal patients before them.
To be watched, with longing in their eyes.
This put some burden on Qiuqiu's body.
The fire is high and the pot is hot, and the oil is pouring into the bottom of the pot. In the sound of sizzling, there is a spiritual force invisible to outsiders.
She didn't close her eyes, and she was gradually recalling the mysterious state she had entered in her mind. She raised her hand, rolled the spoon in the oil, put the sliced pork into the pan, and when the oil was hot, the pork instantly turned white.
The juice splashed out and the aroma wafted out.
The dishes cooked on the spot have a healing taste in their aroma.
The people outside looked forward to it, and she settled down.
Soon, the pot of fried pork was ready again. Besides the meat, Qiuqiu also added a tofu fried egg soup this time.
The clear soup has the fragrance of eggs.
Served.
Some people want to do it themselves, but dare not let Qiuqiu do more.
She shook her head and refused with a smile, and lightly placed the food in front of everyone.
Some people cried while eating.
Slightly turbid tears slid down his cheeks and dripped on the table.
Silently linked to the sea of spirits.
A little bit of diagnosis, depending on the person.