After frying the shrimp tempura, Jiang Qiuqiu started frying the sweet potato and tofu she had prepared earlier.
Frying these two ingredients didn’t require any special skill. As long as she controlled the heat and tid it right, she could just give them a light, casual coating of batter; it didn’t need to be perfectly even.
When eaten, the soft, tender texture of the sweet potato combined with the crispy batter was a rare culinary delight.
The food piled higher and higher, and the aroma of fried food grew stronger and stronger.
Although the audio systems for the two PK opponents’ livestreams were separate, everyone shared the sa olfactory system.
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Xiao Jia was a female college student.
She was completely obsessed with good looks.
That’s right, she was that blunt about admitting it.
She believed that looking at a pretty face just put a person in a great mood. As a college student who kept up with all the latest trends, she was an expert at using her terminal to watch livestreams.
On the Federation’s streaming platform, her favorite strear was the most handso one in the beauty category—Chen Yu.
She felt Chen Yu’s face was absolutely on par with the "sinking fish" beauty spoken of by the Ancient Blue Star People.
She often swooned over that face.
She was there for every one of Chen Yu’s streams. When he was in a PK battle, she was there too, glued to the screen for the entire hour, all for one reason: to cast a victory vote for her favorite pretty face! Check!
Today, she entered Chen Yu’s stream just like always.
’My boy’s face is still so beautiful,’ she thought. ’The content is a little repetitive, but that’s fine. Just by being here, I can still enjoy his gentle beauty and those heart-fluttering monts.’
Right now, Chen Yu was doing a movie scene reenactnt.
The "movie scene reenactnt" involved him picking a particularly aesthetic scene from a Federation movie and imitating it.
Although this segnt of his stream was often criticized by his opponents as simple, boring, repetitive, and lacking in skill.
But Xiao Jia still really liked Chen Yu—his face.
’Is he reenacting so martial arts romance from a hundred years ago today? It’s a "short" long-take shot, and my boy changed into a historical costu. So gorgeous!’
He wasn’t just in costu; he was also holding a longsword.
As the cara switched to slow motion, he projected the perfect air of a peerless beauty erging gracefully from a flurry of swordplay.
She let out a little *slurp*. ’I think I’m falling for him all over again!’
Soon, Chen Yu sat down behind a prop table. In the scene he was simulating, there seed to be soone opposite him, and they were both drinking.
Chen Yu’s movents were effortless and unrestrained. He lifted his hand, tipping a large, wide-mouthed bowl. A clear liquid poured out—
It trickled down from his neck, sliding gently beneath his collar.
Xiao Jia began to drool, making little slurping sounds.
Making that sound was a habit she had when watching videos, but she was usually just faking it. She didn’t know why, but as she watched today, she let out another *slurp* and suddenly...
’Saliva???’
’What the—? Was that actual drool?’
She froze for a second, her thoughts racing. ’Damn, damn, damn! Have I gotten that depraved? Why am I actually drooling?!’
’No perverted thoughts even crossed my mind! I just wanted to appreciate his beauty!’
When she snapped out of it, she realized an incredibly delicious aroma had suddenly filled the air.
She took a deep breath, and the scent grew even more intense.
The aroma was making her hungry, and she realized she’d just swallowed instinctively.
’...Case closed?’
’What is that sll?’
The question only lasted for a second. The scent transmitted by the sensor could only be coming from the other person’s stream—
’Who is this strear? What’s this, the Gourt category?’
A powerful urge to investigate surged within her.
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