The sense of ti-space disorientation, that aesthetic dissonance, is simply a deadly poison for cosplayers who love the two-dinsional world to the core.
If Zhuo Qianqian intends to establish herself in the cosplayer circle, this one scene alone would be enough to gain her countless fans.
Just when she was having a great ti, half an egg hidden in the chunk of at suddenly dropped down. Zhuo Qianqian was stunned for a mont and hastily tried to catch it, but holding sothing made it really inconvenient, and ultimately, she couldn’t catch it, letting that half egg fall to the ground.
In full view of everyone, this girl astonishingly scooped the egg off the ground in an instant, blew on it, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Wang Fan, with a hint of reproach, said, "If it falls on the ground, don’t eat it."
Zhuo Qianqian shook her head, swallowed the egg, and said, "You ever heard of the three-second rule? Besides, our place is so clean, there’s definitely no problem."
Wang Fan was speechless as he poked her smooth forehead. What three-second rule? That might fool a ghost. From the mont it fell to the ground, it already started transferring bacteria, and the wetter it is, the more bacteria transfer. Fortunately, the egg was roasted with little moisture, and it was the egg white side that landed on the ground. Otherwise, he would have had to pry open Zhuo Qianqian’s mouth and take the egg out.
Their unreserved showing-off made all the cosplayers around them quite envious.
Who hasn’t fantasized about such simple, beautiful monts?
But it’s just a fantasy. In reality, trivial matters make them never hope for such things.
Cosplay serves as a ntal escape, which is one reason why they’re so ardently enthusiastic about it.
However, four people did not envy them.
After all, they were holding at in their hands; who would bother with dog food when there’s good food to be had?
With a bite, the rich bacon flavor made them call it a treat.
The bacon chosen by Wang Fansuan was genuine smoked salty back at, not the blended type found online; its rich at aroma and unique smoky flavor felt completely non-greasy.
Breaking through the bacon, there was a layer of chicken and shrimp slurry inside, tender, juicy, and full of savory goodness.
Inside was loads of cheese, absolutely gooey and stringy, both fun and delicious, making the four thoroughly enjoy it.
With large bites of at, who had the heart to care about anything else around them?
Wang Fan estimated the ti, walked to the fridge, opened the mold, gave it a gentle shake, ensured there were no issues, and then took it out of the fridge.
Opening the mold’s latch, he found that this mold was actually two pieces joined together.
"Shh!"
Seeing this scene, everyone, who wouldn’t catch on to the aning?
It was clearly another round of feeding dog food!
Anya the cosplayer was looking forward to it too; except for that Stargazing Faction Pie, every dish Boss Wang made was not only faithfully recreated but sotis even surpassed the original in appearance. The Starry Sky Sweet Soup, among all ani foods, was visually exceptional. In his hands, to what extent would it reach?
Wang Fan took out two plates, propped the mold upright, gently tapping while shaking it, and a piece of light blue stuff slid out along the mold.
When this thing entirely slid into the plate, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixated on that small rectangle.
The surface of the sweet soup was smooth as a mirror, with a delicate texture, emitting a faint sheen under the light.
The color of the sweet soup was deep and gradient, transitioning from a profound blue to a deep purple and then to a faint pink, creating a dreamy atmosphere.
Against the deep blue background, dots of stars shimred softly, as if twinkling in an endless night sky. These stars varied in size, scattered in an orderly manner, so dense and bright, others sparse and dim, appearing as mysterious and enchanting as a real starry sky.
It really looked like a brilliant starry sky in the vast universe!
Its beauty was dreamlike and unreal, captivating everyone present.
Wang Fan prepared both plates of Starry Sky Sweet Soup, placing one in front of Anya the cosplayer, and naturally passing the other to Zhuo Qianqian.
Anya the cosplayer, looking at the plate of Starry Sky Sweet Soup before her, felt she didn’t know where to begin.
She felt that no matter where she started, it would be a destruction of sothing beautiful, feeling like a sinner.
"In the night when stars fall, I grant you a splendid starry sky, the absolute pinnacle of beauty in the world of ani cuisine!"
"Wow, it’s truly perfect."
"Looking at this piece of Starry Sky Sweet Soup is really like gazing at a night sky. It’s so beautiful. Who could bear to eat it?"
"Awooo..."
Zhuo Qianqian demonstrated who could bear to eat it with her actions.
Good-looking equals tasty, and tasty ans you must eat it quickly. That’s Zhuo Qianqian’s principle – keeping it uneaten would just let it spoil, right?
It was soft, tender, and lted in the mouth; coupled with the red bean paste layer at the bottom, the delicious texture certainly lived up to its high visual appeal.
Since it was set in the fridge, it had an inherent coolness, which added another unique texture.
"Grumble..."
Soone’s stomach growled, and then that sound was like a starting signal, triggering a chorus of "grumble" sounds as everyone started feeling ravished after watching three courses of large als.
"Rewards are done, what is Little Boss Wang cooking for lunch today?"
"Yes, yes, what will Little Boss Wang make for lunch? I must eat to my heart’s content!"
Then a soft and particularly cute voice ca through: "Little Boss Wang, hurry up and cook, I feel like I’m starving."
After hearing this voice, so cosplayers couldn’t help shivering all over, as if awoken to so terrible mories, while others were eager to see who had such a pleasant voice and how cute its owner was.
But after seeing who it was, they were both resentful and inevitably thought of the words: "As if!"
The one who ca was none other than Yang Shoucheng, who wore a grizzly bear costu yesterday and warned people that "online dating can be risky, et-ups require caution."
This dude had gained so fa now, with his chubby face and signature full beard; many cosplayers had co to rember him.
As for why "As if" leapt into everyone’s mind, it was simply because saying he was so hungry his chest was touching his back was absolutely unrealistic given his 200-pound physique!
Wang Fan looked at Zhuo Qianqian and asked, "What do you want for lunch?"
Zhuo Qianqian patted her flat little belly, feeling about five-tenths full. At this point, maybe having a bowl of hot noodles would be nice? Plus, with today being cold, letting everyone have sothing warm seed like a good idea.
"I want Wind God’s Mixed Dish."
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