At first glance, he had only subconsciously called out his goddess’s na.
But after that subconscious reaction, another glance confird it for Yuan Bai!
He’d seen this face countless tis, thousands, even. There was no way he could be mistaken.
He was actually seeing Juju in the flesh!
The young man was clearly the energetic and lively type. After making eye contact with Jiang Qiuqiu, he zipped away from Mr. Yuan’s side over to Jiang Qiuqiu and started excitedly explaining, "Grandpa, this is the person I was telling you about! The one whose cooking is super, super delicious!"
"The best in the entire Federation—"
"The culinary magician."
"The one who makes everything taste super delicious!"
"The master of Braised Gugu at, the master of Bibi Beast at—"
Before Jiang Qiuqiu could even react, he was circling her, showering her with a storm of complints, his tone utterly sincere.
Jiang Qiuqiu was speechless.
Even for soone as confident as her, it was a bit much.
Finally, it was Mr. Yuan who stopped him. "I’m about to serve the soup. If you want so, sit down and stop talking." The young lady was clearly getting embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, I get it." After replying to Mr. Yuan, Yuan Bai tentatively sat down next to Jiang Qiuqiu, then asked softly, "Excuse , may I sit here?"
"Of course." As soon as Jiang Qiuqiu gave him permission, he shifted his rear and planted himself firmly on the stool.
There was less than four bowls’ worth of lamb soup left in the large pot. It was just one ladleful per person, not even enough to cover the bottom of their bowls.
Mr. Yuan glanced at his less-than-full bowl, a little displeased, and grumbled to his grandson, "You weren’t even back for dinner. You could have just stayed out and had so Nutrient Liquid or eaten at a revolving restaurant. Why’d you even co back?" ’Just to steal a bowl of my soup.’
But at that mont, Yuan Bai was in no state of mind to reply to him.
This was the first ti he had eaten Juju’s cooking in real life. Unlike the food he’d managed to snag during her streams, the food in real life had a much richer, ho-cooked feel.
As the hot soup went down, he felt his whole body warm up. Taking big mouthfuls of at and gulping down the soup, a wave of gentle warmth washed over him, accompanied by an incomparable feeling of fullness.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. The flavor of the lamb soup exploded between his lips and teeth. For a mont, besides the two words "pure bliss," Yuan Bai couldn’t even utter a third—
Wait, why did his bowl suddenly feel so much lighter? He opened his eyes and saw that the soup in his bowl was already gone.
...
’How tragic!’
The lamb soup was all gone. Mr. Yuan was full, and at that mont, Mrs. Ai’er whisked him off to the diagnostic room to observe his Spirit Sea.
To keep Jiang Qiuqiu from getting bored, Mr. Yuan instructed his grandson, Yuan Bai, to show her around.
This imdiately got Yuan Bai fired up.
"Juju, hi! Can I, uh, introduce myself to you?" he asked, looking at Jiang Qiuqiu with puppy-dog eyes.
Jiang Qiuqiu looked at his expression, feeling a bit helpless. "Of course, you can." ’It’s not like I’m so kind of tyrant.’
"Hi, my na is Yuan Bai. I started following you back when you were still making little cakes. I’m a huge fan..."
Before they t, it felt like he had a thousand things he wanted to say to his idol. But now that the mont was here, Yuan Bai only managed to add, "...I’m really happy to et you."
"I’m Jiang Qiuqiu. It’s nice to et you, too."
"Qiuqiu? Not Juju... Is that your real na? The ’Qiu’ from ’autumn’?" His eyes were full of questions.
Jiang Qiuqiu nodded.
The mont she did, Yuan Bai broke into an uncontrollable, goofy grin.
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