After all that, how could Jiang Qiuqiu possibly refuse?
She picked up the helmet from the box and found a button underneath it. Clipped next to it was a piece of paperâ
"If youâve decided to accept the gift, just press this button. That way, Iâll know your answer and can prepare for my next visit without any pressure."
âHow thoughtful,â Jiang Qiuqiu thought, pressing the red button.
A jingle immediately started playing, singing, "I got it!~ I got it!"
The whole scene was utterly absurd.
The things Mo Chengyu did were a complete departure from her personal image.
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In the afternoon, silence fell over the small courtyard as Jiang Qiuqiu began her advance preparations for the Szechuan boiled meat slices.
She had high-quality tenderloin, cornstarch, the chili paste sheâd ground earlier, and the perfect vegetable pairing for the dish: bean sprouts.
The bean sprouts of this era were a little different. They grew from the soil rather than sprouting from beans, but they tasted similar. They were long, about the length of chives.
At 7:30 PM, Meimei logged on early, just like last time, to confirm the broadcast time with Jiang Qiuqiu.
"The last homepage feature was very effective. The higher-ups approved another one for you, and the placement might be even better this time."
It was one of the best, most top-tier features a non-major streamer could hope to get.
The importance of this feature to Jiang Qiuqiu was undeniable.
"What spicy dish have you prepared for today?" Meimei asked, as was her routine.
Jiang Qiuqiu replied, "Today, Iâm making Boiled Gugu Meat Slices."
"Boiled?" It was another new culinary term. Compared to âbraisedâ from before, âboiledâ sounded much more straightforward. âBut can something thatâs just boiled actually be tasty?â If it were any other streamer, Meimei would have certainly pressed for more details. But when it came to Jiang Qiuqiu, she was full of confidence.
"Donât worry, Sister Mingmei. âBoiledâ in this case doesnât just mean cooked in plain water. The textures in this dish are even richer than the blood curd we made before."
"I trust you. In all the streams youâve done, youâve never once messed up."
"I trust myself, too." âAll those years, picking up a kitchen knife and a spatula, thousands upon thousands of times... The kitchen was practically another life to her.â
Both the editor and the streamer were confident. Since their confidence was high, no further words of reassurance were necessary.
Fired up, Meimei wished Jiang Qiuqiu well. "Thereâs an old saying: âEven at the top of a hundred-foot pole, one can climb higher.â I hope you can reach even greater heights tonight."
"I will."
The food itself would say the most captivating words.
It would entice every passerby, making them willingly offer up their hearts.
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Wanxing was a student at Federation University. She attended the Federal Economics College, and her lifelong ambition was to become an outstanding economist. She dreamed of one day shaking up the Empireâs financial world and becoming the next tycoon chosen by destiny.
An interesting legend circulated around the college. If your girlfriend ever told you, "Iâll break up with you the day I get an âExcellentâ on the collegeâs monthly exam," it was considered the most profound and everlasting promise of love.
Because on the Federal Economics Collegeâs monthly exams, only a monster could score âExcellent.â
As it happened, Wanxing was this yearâs one and only âExcellentâ-scoring monster.
The monthly exam was scheduled for tomorrow. In the library, students hoping to draw motivation from the Academic Godâs radiant presence noticed that her dedicated study spot was empty today.
...
âCould she be so sick she canât even get out of bed?â
Meanwhile, in a dorm room at the College of Economics.
As the most well-funded college in the entire Federation, the Economics College provided two-person dorm rooms.
Right now, both occupants of the room were clutching their terminals, their eyes blazing with intensity.