Chapter 12

Next, she poured rice, eggs, and other ingredients into the bowl. This dish was too homely, and Xiangyi's cooking was also very plain. She didn't toss the spoon or anything, but somehow, it made people …

She looked hungry.

Nowadays, the livestream industry in China was very developed, and there were even many chefs and famous chefs on the Food Channel. The dishes they cooked were high-end and exquisite, and their knife skills, heat control, seasoning, and other skills could make people praise them from beginning to end.

However, something was still missing.

Many netizens in front of the screen couldn't help but salivate.

— — [Damn, I'm so hungry just looking at this rice!]

— — [Ahhh, it must be delicious! It's full of my favorite food!]

— — [Boohoo, why does our pretty sister look so good when she's cooking!]

…

Ah Nan had been paying attention to the comments and was having a good time, but he didn't expect the anti-fans to arrive so late.

— — [It's just fried rice, what are you all bragging about?]

— — [You must have turned on your beauty filters. How can a kitchen in real life be so clean?]

— — [Maggot, she's starting to jump around again! Please have some self-respect, OK? You're not worthy of our Shi Yingdi.]

— — [Tell everyone how to boycott the Vase Fairy and report all her endorsements and brands. Don't ask why, trash endorsements are naturally trash products. Make her pay for the breach of contract until she goes bankrupt!]

…

Ah Nan's face became more and more sullen.

He wasn't a capable manager and couldn't get any top-notch resources, but every brand and promotion advertisement that Xiangyi accepted had been carefully selected. The quality, reputation, and cost-performance ratio were all guaranteed.

Seeing his artist being criticized so badly, he wished he could hold his keyboard and flame them for three days and three nights.

When his anger reached its peak, a gentle and clear voice sounded. "Wash your hands, it's time to eat."

'She's done? So fast? '

Ah Nan froze and looked at her.

The girl was scooping rice, and the wooden spatula made her slender and beautiful fingers look as white as milk. The rice was soft and golden, and there were red shrimp, green beans, orange carrots … The bright and warm colors mixed with the fragrance of the rice. It was a dish that couldn't be more homely, but it was extremely impactful.

"Gulp …" Ah Nan swallowed his saliva.

"You eat first. I'll make seaweed soup." Xiangyi said and continued to busy herself.

Ah Nan wanted to say that he would wait for her to eat together, but his stomach inexplicably rumbled non-stop. He comforted himself, 'It's not that I'm greedy, it's this bowl of rice that seduced me first!'

He leaned his phone against the shelf next to him, just enough to take a picture of him and Xiangyi.

Ah Nan was not particular about it. He took the rice and started eating in the kitchen.

The moment the rice entered his mouth —

The netizens in front of the screen realized that the screen … had stopped moving?

Eh, is the internet lagging?

They tapped on the screen and found that everything was normal.

After a full ten seconds, Ah Nan, who had maintained a state of stillness, finally returned to normal. His voice was unexpectedly tinged with a sobbing tone. "F * ck! What kind of delicacy is this?! "