Chapter 78: Launching the Special Session of Boiled Sliced Gugu/Pork

With things having come to this point, Jiang Qiuqiu couldn’t refuse anymore.

She picked up the helmet from the box and found a button underneath, along with a note —

“You’ve decided to accept the gift, so press this button once. I’ll know what you mean, and I can come over next time without any psychological pressure.”

She thoughtfully considered it and pressed the red button.

A chorus of “I got it~” and “I got it” rang out.

The scene was indeed quite absurd.

What Mo Chengyu did and her personal image were almost completely disjointed.

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In the afternoon, the courtyard was quiet. Jiang Qiuqiu began preparing the ingredients for boiled sliced pork in advance.

Premium pork tenderloin, cornstarch, the chili sauce she prepared earlier, and the perfect vegetable pairing for boiled sliced pork, bean sprouts.

The bean sprouts in this era were a bit long, not sprouted from beans but grown from the soil, similar in taste to bean sprouts and about the same length as chives.

At half-past seven in the evening, just as bright as last time, Ming Mei came online early to confirm the start time of Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream.

“The last round of homepage recommendation worked really well. This time, we got another homepage recommendation, and the position might even be better than last time.”

It could be said to be one of the highest ceilings for a non-top streamer to receive such a recommendation.

The importance of this recommendation to Jiang Qiuqiu was unquestionable.

“What spicy dishes did you prepare today?” Ming Mei asked routinely.

Jiang Qiuqiu replied, “Today, it’s boiled sliced chicken.”

“Boiled?” It was another new culinary term, more straightforward than the previous braised dish.

But can boiled food be tasty? If it were another streamer, Ming Mei would definitely ask a few more questions, but for Jiang Qiuqiu, she was confident.

“Trust me, Ming Mei, boiling isn’t just about using water to cook. The texture of this dish is even richer than the previous spicy hotpot.”

“I believe in you. In all these live streams, you’ve never let me down.”

“I believe in myself too.” Over the years, countless times, picking up the knife, wielding the spatula. The kitchen was almost like another part of her life.

Both the editor and the streamer were confident, so there was no need for further comforting words.

With fighting spirit, Ming Mei wished Jiang Qiuqiu, “As the saying goes, reaching the top of a hundred-foot pole, I hope you can advance further tonight.”

“I will.”

Food can speak the most touching words.

It lures passersby to willingly offer their hearts.

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Wan Xing was a student at the Federal University. She studied at the Federal School of Economics and aspired to become an outstanding economist, stirring up the economic world of the empire in the future and become the next wealthy person chosen by destiny.

There was an interesting legend circulating in this school. If your girlfriend tells you that if she gets an excellent grade on the monthly exam at the School of Economics, she’ll break up with you, then this is undoubtedly the most affectionate and enduring promise.

Because at the Federal School of Economics, only a lunatic could achieve an excellent grade.

Coincidentally, Wan Xing was the only lunatic in this batch of the School of Economics to achieve an excellent grade.

Tomorrow is the time to organize the monthly exams. As the students in the library waited to bask in the divine light of the god of study to motivate themselves, they discovered that the study spot reserved exclusively for the god of study was unexpectedly empty today.

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Could it be that Wan Xing’s too sick to get up?

Meanwhile, in the dormitory of the School of Economics.

As the wealthiest and most prestigious college in the federation, the School of Economics dormitories were double rooms.

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