Terry was dumbfounded. The ten tasting slots were all snatched up, but there was still nothing in front of him.
He had been so engrossed in chatting with the live comnts, he was a second too slow! Those savages! BOO HOO HOO! They snatched up all the spots in an instant!
’I’m so stupid,’ he fud. ’Why did I tell everyone about my precious Juju? Now that I have, I can’t even get a spot for myself!’
#Terry: Boo hoo hoo, I’m so miserable! Juju, I didn’t get one! Why only ten slots? Can’t you add a few more...#
#Yeah, yeah! Can’t you add more, Juju?!#
The crowd of fans, who had only been able to sll the aroma without getting a single bite, began to clamor.
So went even further: #Juju, my grandpa’s watching the stream with , and he says he’ll die from the craving if he can’t get a taste...#
#My dad too—#
#My mom too—#
#My great-grandma too—#
The bullet comnts were rather comical, with all sorts of relatives making an appearance. Jiang Qiuqiu could tell they were all joking, but beneath the humor, she could sense their genuine longing for her food.
Every chef yearns for recognition. Now, in a new world, the audience’s affirmation of her culinary skills gave Jiang Qiuqiu strength.
"Because I’m only a one-star anchor, I can only open ten tasting slots, and each dish can only have its data recorded once." Her voice was soft and gentle, conjuring the image of a little pixie with round, sparkling eyes.
’Oh well.’ What kind of tough guy or gal would have the heart to pressure such a cutie? Everyone relented, posting in the comnts, "Never mind, never mind. We’ll be back tomorrow."
But just as those comnts appeared, Jiang Qiuqiu, who had finished frying the atballs, picked up her knife again and took a large piece of at from the temperature-controlled container.
When Terry saw this, he imdiately asked: #Are you making a new dish? Do we have another chance!?#
Jiang Qiuqiu’s hands moved with incredible speed. "Not a new dish, no. I also think that a 10-out-of-over-2000 chance is too low, but a one-star anchor can only open ten tasting slots per dish." However, her tone quickly changed. "So, I’ve decided to make more atballs. That way, everyone can get a taste."
As she spoke, she had already cut a small piece of Bibi Beast at into thin strips.
Frying atballs wasn’t a difficult task for Jiang Qiuqiu, though mincing so much at by hand could be tiring. After finishing a large piece, Jiang Qiuqiu shook out her small hands and panted softly before taking out a small spoon and a large, square plate.
And so, the audience in Jiang Qiuqiu’s stream watched through the holographic broadcast as the petite girl endlessly chopped at with a knife. Once the at was minced, her small hands moved without stopping, and one after another, perfectly springy little atballs landed on the white square plate.
Next ca the frying. For this second batch of atballs, there was no detailed comntary, nor did she bring out the pretty little plates. Jiang Qiuqiu simply brought out the only ten small bowls she had. "There wasn’t that much Bibi Beast at left, so I can’t put twelve atballs in each serving. Let’s make it five, just so everyone can have a taste."
With that, she opened the virtual tasting system. When opening the new slots, she checked the "Exclude previous tasters" option before scanning the bowls of atballs on her counter into the system one by one. "The atballs are on their way! I hope after you’ve tried them, you’ll help promote my channel so I can beco a two-star anchor sooner. Thank you, everyone!"
No one had expected Jiang Qiuqiu to be so sweet and considerate as to actually prepare another hundred servings. Terry, watching intently, used his lightning-fast reflexes and finally managed to snatch a spot in the second wave.
As he chewed on the delicious atballs, he joined the other fans in the stream, typing, "#Juju is the best!#"
The screen filled with ssages of thanks, and Jiang Qiuqiu let out a laugh.
After interacting with her fans for a few more monts, she felt a profound exhaustion wash over her. Shaking her head lightly, she said, "Alright, that’s all for today’s stream. Tomorrow’s nu will be Braised Gugu at. See you all tomorrow at eight, don’t be late~"
After waving goodbye to the cara, Jiang Qiuqiu had to brace herself against the table, suddenly unsteady on her feet.
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