Because there were really too many portions this time, while Jiang Qiuqiu was serving, the robot was scanning on the side.

Portion after portion of braised dishes were uploaded to the live stream room. Because each portion was different, the barrage saw phrases like [I’ll wait to grab again!] and [I feel like this plate isn’t for me] for the first time.

The same happened when scanning the fruit juices. Oh, some didn’t like the red, the white didn’t seem appetizing enough, but the orange juice was the most popular. It disappeared in a second when scanned.

Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at the barrage and casually said, “But I think the red watermelon juice is the sweetest and most delicious.”

“…”

In an instant, the remaining watermelon juice slots were filled to zero.

[When it comes to eating, I may not trust myself, but I must trust Jiujiu!]

Fruits are luxury items in the Federation, and families with slightly tighter budgets can’t afford fruit to make juice.

Some families with better financial situations drink a fair amount of fruit juice, but they always feel that these naturally flavored things are a bit tart, so they’re not very aggressive in grabbing them.

But if it’s Jiujiu’s creation, it’s definitely a masterpiece! Giving face by placing an order is still necessary!

The same goes for the braised dishes. At first, people complained about too much or too little meat, strange vegetables, being picky, and so on.

Later, as the portions became fewer but more and more people flooded into the live stream room, the onlookers panicked and crazily clicked on the remaining slots.

This was the first time it took almost ten minutes just to scan. When the big iron pot was almost empty, Jiang Qiuqiu rubbed her wrist.

“For the rest of the time, please savor today’s chilled fruit juice paired with spicy braised dishes slowly. I hope everyone in front of the live stream can calm down, and we’ll see you the day after tomorrow! Spoiler alert, the special menu for the day after tomorrow is — Braised Pork with pickled Vegetables.”

After saying that, Jiang Qiuqiu closed the live stream room.

Making so many dishes at once was exhausting, and the high-intensity mental exercise made her whole head feel numb. She took the opportunity to put on the mental helmet that Mo Chengyu had given her and rested aside.

On the other end of the black screen—

Li Ming and his mother both got a cup of fruit juice and a bowl of braised dishes.

However, Li Ming’s bowl mostly contained vegetables, with only a small amount of meat, while his mother’s bowl was the opposite, mostly meat with only a small portion of vegetables.

Li Ming knew that his mother didn’t really like to eat meat. Compared to meat, she preferred vegetables, but vegetables were expensive, and opportunities to eat them were rare.

So, he invited his mother to eat braised vegetables with him.

Previously, because of poor exam results, he didn’t follow his mother’s wishes when filling out his college application, and they had a big argument.

But his mother didn’t have a bad heart, and he didn’t know how to explain or say anything, so they just remained at odds.

This time, he invited his mother to join him, which could be considered extending an olive branch, hoping that they could bury the hatchet.

Mother Li wasn’t an old-fashioned person. There were thousands of posts in the online community for young people. They may not have a voice, but who hasn’t seen those posts?

There are few grudges between relatives, and who doesn’t sympathize with their younger generations? No one ever thought about holding a grudge. Now that there’s a ladder, Mother Li has taken the opportunity to climb down.

Li Ming saw his mother start eating and smiled with joy.

After a while, the contents of the small bowl diminished, Li’s mother put down her chopsticks, sighed lightly, and asked, “Son, aren’t you going to eat the dishes you grabbed?”

“I’m eating!”

Spicy things can be addictive, especially vegetables. Crisp slices of lotus root, flavorful seaweed, crunchy potatoes, one bite leaves a lingering fragrance on the palate.

Li Ming and his mother quickly finished one bowl and then another. As the night approached, the two rubbed their bellies and let out satisfied sighs.