After making a few pots of pumpkin pie, Tu Rongrong handed over the rest to her apprentice. She watched her apprentice fry the pumpkin pie, reminding her from time to time when to turn it over and what to use. The same heat to fry.
The audience in the live broadcast room are quite satisfied eating pumpkin cakes at the moment, but the pumpkin cakes are fried and made of glutinous rice. If you eat too much, you will get full and greasy easily, so the audience will feel like eating pumpkin cakes. It's a bit boring.
Chen Jinye, Hua Yaoyao and the others stopped after eating two or three of them. Even the little Tu Yuanyuan couldn't eat more than one, and Chen Jinye ate the rest.
Chen Jinye broke a whole pumpkin pie and gave half of it to Tu Yuanyuan to eat. If she wanted to eat it after eating it, she could give it to her. If she didn't want to eat it after eating it, Chen Jinye took the rest Eat half of it.
Tu Rongrong watched the apprentices making pumpkin pies, and then looked at the audience in the live broadcast room and said, "Now we can draw a lottery. Each person will give away three pumpkin pies, and the lottery will end when the pumpkin pies are all delivered."
[A lottery draw again? ! ! !]
[Ah, Goddess Ball, you drew me.]
[Goddess, the pumpkin pie is super delicious, give it to me.]
[Goddess please draw me!]
[Pumpkin pie is so delicious, I can eat it all the time.]
[Woooooo, Goddess, I love you, Goddess, please black box me!]
[Goddess, Qiuqiu, you blackmail me so that I can honor my grandma with pumpkin pie.]
[Goddess, let me tell you the truth, my grandma also likes your live broadcast very much, can you black box me so that I can give my grandma the pumpkin pie?]
With a smile, Tu Rongrong wrapped the three pumpkin pies in oiled paper, then tied the oiled paper with a straw rope, and directly turned on his optical brain to prepare for the lucky draw.
"A black box cannot be a black box. Based on the principle of fairness and justice, our lottery system is supervised by the main system, so whether you can win or not depends on everyone's luck." Tu Rongrong said with a smile.
"Okay, now we're starting the lottery draw. Fans with more than 1,000 fans have a chance to win." Tu Rongrong started to set up the lottery rules very neatly.
[Fan value over 1000? how? Do you look down on those with less than 1000 followers?]
[What lottery? Just to cheat money!]
[1000 credits are enough for me to buy several quick-frozen buns.]
[1000 fan value? This anchor will do anything for money.]
[Heizi shut up, our goddess draws prizes to give free delicious food to thank fans, people who don’t even have 1000 fans are not qualified to be called fans of my goddess.]
[That is, I can't even get 1000 credit coins, so I have the nerve to say I like my goddess? Say you are a fan of the goddess?]
"I admit that I really have an eye for money." Tu Rongrong said with a smile, "Who doesn't like money? Don't you guys like money? It's really a noble character, a great character."
"And just like everyone said, I gave food to everyone in a free lottery draw to give back to my fans. The bottom line of 1,000 fans is already very low, okay?" Tu Rongrong sneered while talking, " 1,000 credits can indeed buy several quick-frozen buns, but even tipping in my live broadcast room is not enough for 1,000 credits, so much, I have to take care of those fans who have tipped me a lot, right?"
"1000 fans, it's really not much." After Tu Rongrong finished speaking, she clicked the button for the lottery, and didn't care what Heizi said about her worshiping money, saying that she was doing it for money, anyway, she insisted on doing it.